The New Year was the most important holiday of the year for people in Yan Xia. At this time, everyone would take days off from their busy work and immerse themselves in peace and happiness.
On the first day of the year, the visitors of the Lins almost flattened their doorsteps. Because there were so many visitors, the hotel near Lin's villa raised its price three times, and still, no vacant room was left.
Even Sylvia, who had been very experienced with social situations, was exhausted by too much social interaction. So the Lins decided that each family member took care of one group of visitors.
The New Year's holidays passed quickly. During the time of relaxation and fun, because of the unique situation of the Lins, all the family members were busier than usual.
On the seventh day of the New Year holidays, a special guest appeared in front of Lin's villa.
In a season where everyone was wearing thick winter clothes, this person wore flimsy
sackcloth clothes and a bamboo hat. His unique attire attracted a lot of attention.
"Hey, do you have to be that flashing?" Henry, wearing a thick winter coat, strolled toward the man.
Sackcloth Visitor tipped his hat up and said, "You know it well that temperature won't bother me."
"Sh*t," Henry pouted, "It's one thing you don't care about the temperature, but it's another thing that how people see you. You do know that you look like a moron, don't you?"
"Haha," Sackcloth Visitor smiled like he didn't care, "The more you care about other people's opinions, the further you have grown apart from this world. It's already the seventh day of the new year. It's time to go."
Henry crossed his arms over his chest and said with a smile, "It seems that they have run out of patience."
"Yes," Sackcloth Visitor nodded, "You know the people from the west don't celebrate the lunar new year. You are the only one who knows how to enter and exit the eighteenth level of the City of Hell. Andrew will always be anxious until you tell him how. You, of all people, would know how detrimental it would be if people from down there got out. The order of the underground world, which has been kept for hundreds of years, will be broken in an instant. If it weren't for your reputation, Andrew would have taken action by now."
"Fine," Henry waved his hand and said, "Let's go to Recluse Association. You were the one who made me join the organization. So if anything goes wrong, you have to cover me."
"Ha," Sackcloth Visitor laughed, "You have so many secrets, and you have grown so fast. Even the Lord can't see through you. No one can tell what you really possess now. Cover you? Are you joking?"
Henry made a face and did not speak.
"Say goodbye to your wife, and we need to go now," Sackcloth Visitor pulled his hat down and covered his whole face again.
"No need," Henry shook his head and said in a self- important way, "Let's just go. I'll go wherever and whenever I want. My wife can't be the boss of me."
Sackcloth Visitor was surprised. He looked at Henry for a long time.
Henry felt uncomfortable by Sackcloth's stare. "What are you looking at?"
Sackcloth Visitor answered, "Excuse my French. But you are bullsh*ting."
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