章 9: ނުފެންނާނެ ބިމެއް
"come on, smart and handsome brother. I know a really good tofu vendor near the market place. It's always crowded, so get ready to shove an old lady or two."
"ah, the crowd won't be a problem." I replied nonchalantly.
"if brother is willing to fry their eyes with your handsomeness, please show me your handsome whore slaying gaze!" he said while beaming at me.
This person... is quite odd. But I like them. I can only hope they don't push things too far, can read the mood, and know when to stop; I doubt I'll ever find anyone as good as that, haha.
"I never intended to fry their eyes, but if you want, I can show you how I fry eyes at my house. I have a few bastards there who are more than willing to volunteer."
He stared at me for a while, before responding: "okay then. Let's go t' yer house after gettin' the tofu."
"it's settled then." I said, extending my hand.
All of a sudden, he started beaming, and did this weird thing with our hands, where he balled up his fist and punched my hand, then used the front and back of his hands to hit the front and back of my hands.
I was just standing there, looking at whatever shit he was doing, until he finished, a few minutes later.
"what is that?" I asked, confused.
"it's like somethin' friends do."
I... I see? But for what reason would friends be hitting each other, like that? Of course, it didn't hurt, but still... I don't think friends usually hit each other?
Soon after, we arrived at the market. The Jia's mansion was a few dozen metres away from the marketplace.
As usual, the marketplace was empty. Well, usually, it isn't empty, but ever since I returned after five years — one year earlier than mentioned by my altered letter — there were rumors being spread about me being cursed, among majority of the lower class citizens. Ie, the general population, minus the servants is the Jia's mansion.
"damn, this place is like a ghost town!" he screamed. "I swear, it's like everyone's died!"
"haha. You're right. Now where's that tofu place?" I muttered.
They probably went into hiding, after getting hint of my coming.
"w-wait! It's right ova 'ere."
He led me to a small cart, filled with what looked and smelled like dung.
"now, I know this looks like a cart full of shit-like shits, but I assure you, it's tofu." he said reassuringly.
"hey, spineless bastard. Why is the open sign on the cart, but the vendor not there? Isn't he afraid of being robbed?" I asked.
"Congming Shuaiqi, my brother, the God descended from heaven, please, show this fool the way of where the sign is... I do not see it..."
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~30 sec of staring later~
"it's... here." I said, pointing at an 'open' sign.
"well whatever." he muttered. "let's get some tofu and leave the money on the cart. I've memorized all the prices, so old Li will never be able to scam me again, that demon..."
After he cursed out 'old Li', we sat down and talked for a while. He never said anything too personal about himself to me, but he's a decent person. I think.
He told me about how his 'friends' had some disease ridden whore rape him.
I — for fun — told him I'd get revenge for him, but I think he took it a little too seriously: "I know not of what situation you talk of, but if you're willing to help, I'm willing to accept."
He looked at me liked some sort of creep, or pervert. I looked at my hand; I had goosebumps. I carefully examined this 'Da Xiong Qian' properly, to assess whether or not he could pose a threat to me.
Even if he was physically weak, his perverted nature might pose a problem in the case of... well, yeah...
I guess ending this quickly is in my best interest...
"but for now, we must part ways. I know I said I will show you to me house, but I feel like I need to go quickly, so our meeting feel as if it bore more fruit. Suspense will just keep you coming back, no?"
"totally." he said, despite looking as if I spoke in a foreign language.
クリエイターの想い 
CatHam
CatHam I kinda wanna give up on Pangzi and just write for Alexandra after revisiting her POV chapters. As for the chapter title? Just leave it. It translates to 'a land you will not see'. The direct translation being 'will not see a floor'. The word for floor can also be used for land. The word being ބިން (bin, with a very light n), but I put it in singular form, ބިމެއް (bi-me, with sudden stop and end. In arabi, you call it a thash-theed). Then ނުފެންނާނެ (nu-fen-naa-ne) means something along the lines of will not see. Unlike in english, it won't be like, 'maybe you might see, maybe you might not.'. It's a 'you definitely won't see.' kind if thing. AND. U hav no idea how hard it is, converting the POV of a chapter to someone else's, by only sacrificing around 100 words ;-; imagine turning someone brushed off as minor into someone important, then giving them thoughts, erasing your mc's thoughts and replacing it with other thoughts, and making ur mc seem crazy. I. Feel. Ded. Luckily, I won't be writing chapters that need POV changes for hopefully ever.