The Journey of an Ou

After finishing the near-zero progress sweep, the young man turned his head to look at the general store behind him. The storefront was old and run down, the merchandise was meager and scarce, with only a handful of customers each day. The rickety wooden sign above swayed precariously, and the cartoon octopus painted on it had faded so badly that its shape was almost unrecognizable.,His portly belly strained against his soiled, floral-patterned shirt, while his face was covered in a tangle of white whiskers like tangled electrical wires. His sparse hair, barely enough to count on one hand, failed to conceal his shiny scalp. Coupled with his textbook-perfect beer gut, this short, stout old man's first impression wasn't exactly charming.,"The language has switched from Chinese to the common tongue of this world. Haizer, while walking towards the back storage room, grumbled: "I've even come up with slogans for you – 99 years of Si Lu sparkling water, ten years of precipitation, a noble experience, an intoxicating aroma, letting you experience all sorts of hospitals."。