Siheyuan: I am not Xu Damao

Canada is indeed the second largest country in terms of land area.

It took Xu Damao more than three hours to fly from Toronto to Vancouver.

I came to Tangren Community and took a look around.

This place was worse than he imagined.

At first glance, you can tell that this little man is a Vietnamese, wandering around the Chinese territory unscrupulously.

Although the Li family has notified Li Jinglong, Xu Damao is not willing to spend too much time here.

But now Xu Damao saw something that interested him.

A Chinese shop.

There are many masks of different shapes on display inside.

"Boss, what do you mean by these masks?"

"Sir, this is a Nuo noodle. No noodles can make it a Nuo noodle."

"This is the main prop for Nuo opera."

"Nuo opera?"

"Oh, Nuo opera is the oldest form of opera in China that worships gods and dances with ghosts."

"It is a kind of sacrifice and witchcraft culture."

"But I have never seen a real Nuo opera."

"I just remember one thing my grandfather said to me."

"If you put on the mask, you are a god; if you take off the mask, you are a human being."

"Sir, please take a look. This ferocious-looking figure is the Founding General, one of the most representative shapes of Nuo masks."

"This is the Antarctic Immortal, the good god in Nuo opera."

"..."

"Boss, how many people buy these masks here?"

"Hey, there's really no business, it's just an ancestral craft."

"If you don't practice this regularly, your skills will be lost."

"Well, that's true. The boss will help me get one of each mask."

"Really? Sir, are you interested in these masks?"

“It’s rare to see such good craftsmanship, so it’s perfect for collection.”

"Haha, sir, you have good taste. I am not boasting. As far as I know, the craftsmanship of this mask has been passed down in our family for five generations."

"You can tell by looking at the craftsmanship. It's all passed down. Please pack it for me."

After Xu Damao paid, the boss thought about it and said cautiously.

"Sir, are you Chinese?"

"Doesn't my accent look different?"

"No, no, no, I'm just making sure."

"Sir, to tell you the truth, I still have a family mask at home. It is very precious and the price is not cheap. I wonder if you are interested."

"Very precious?"

"Yes, it is made of golden nanmu."

"Okay, show me, money is not an issue."

Xu Damao followed his boss back home.

Not long after, the boss came out carefully holding a wooden box.

"Look, sir."

"Yaksha?"

"Sir, this is not Yaksha."

"Yaksha is an imported product"

"And this mask, according to my grandfather, is a fighting mask worn by immortals in ancient times when they were pacifying demons."

"Can I pick it up and look at it?"

"Please sir."

Xu Damao gently picked up the mask and looked at it.

The double horns and fangs are mainly made of black gold.

The gold should be the color of golden nanmu.

The back of the mask is entirely golden.

Xu Damao fell in love with this mask as soon as he got it.

"Boss, why are you selling such a precious thing?"

"You can't live any longer, so how can you think about so many things?"

"Is life hard here?"

"Well, it's fine elsewhere, but no one here appreciates my craftsmanship."

"If you can't make money and still have to honor the Vietnamese, then what's your chance of living?"

"Boss, I want this mask. Please give me a price."

"50 Canadian dollars"

"can."

"Really?"

"I'll go back to get the money now, and you'll wait for me at home."

"Okay, okay, I'll wait for you."

Xu Damao walked around outside and quickly came back carrying a box.

One counted money and the other played with the mask.

There were no problems and the transaction was completed naturally.

"Boss, what are you going to do with this money?"

"I plan to take my family to Toronto. I heard that the Vietnamese gang there are not as arrogant as here."

"Haha, boss, you have this skill, I suggest you go to Xiangjiang."

"Xiangjiang? Okay, I will consider it."

"By the way, boss, has anyone else seen this mask before?"

"No one else has seen it except my family."

"To be honest, I don't know why I brought you here today. When you went to withdraw the money, I was scared to death."

"Haha, maybe this mask has something to do with me."

"Well, that's probably true, but if you hide your things now, those Vietnamese will not only rob us, but they will also rob Asians."

"Okay, thank you boss for reminding me."

"Then think about it carefully, but be quick."

"quick?"

Xu Damao didn't say anything more and left directly.

The masks he originally bought were also put into the space when he pretended to withdraw money.

Night falls.

Xu Damao walked out of the hotel.

His hunting moment has arrived.

The space for expansion, fighting, attracting fans, and gambling are all within his perception.

Slowly, Xu Damao disappeared into the darkness unconsciously.

He took out the Pingyao Nuo mask from his arms and put it on. The unique fragrance of golden nanmu did not dissipate with the passage of time.

After wearing it, Xu Damao's spirit seemed to improve a bit.

In a private room of a gambling stall.

A man about 168cm tall, with a pistol on his left hand.

On the right is a woman with a numb expression, but her appearance is passable.

In addition to the cards, there were wine and powder in front of him.

You can tell he is a character at a glance, and there is always nothing wrong with killing such a person.

Xu Damao targeted him as his first target.

With the night light and the convenience of space perception.

Xu Damao soon arrived near the nightclub.

After looking at the situation nearby, he chose to enter from the rooftop.

After entering the gambling stall, Xu Damao no longer deliberately hides himself.

"Hey, who are you? What do you want to do with your pretense?"

What greeted him was Xu Damao's heavy punch.

Hit right in the temple, killing him with one blow.

After the beating, Xu Damao frowned under the mask.

The mask does not seem to be simple. Normally, he would not take people's lives so calmly.

At this time, he remembered the boss's words.

When you put on the mask, you are a god; when you take off the mask, you are a human being.

This god does not seem to mean a deity.

Xu Damao felt that after putting on the mask, his humanity seemed to be wearing a mask as well.

This feeling did not disgust Xu Damao.

On the contrary, at this moment, this is what he needs.