Chapter 33

The door was already in ruins and could not be repaired.

Xu Yang helped clean up, and upon returning home, he went straight to bed; he had been exhausted for a day and was already worn out beyond recognition.

In the middle of the night, he was awakened by a burst of crying; he pushed the door open and stepped out to find the home of He Shicai filled with wailing.

He Shicai, who had been bedridden for two months, was dead!

It was said that after being revived, he saw his home smashed to pieces, spat out a mouthful of blood, fainted again, and passed away in the middle of the night.

Xu Yang did not go to He Shicai's home to help, but instead had Xu Qing scoop two bowls of brown rice from the rice jar to send over, while he continued to sleep to conserve his energy.

He did not know if He Shicai could be considered implicated by him, but Li Hu had already bared his fangs, and he could not just sit and wait for death.

The next day, without any ceremony, He Shicai was buried.

Not to mention a thin-wood coffin, there wasn't even a straw mat; it was only because someone couldn't bear to watch that they sent one, and only then did He Shicai have something to wrap his body in.

Xu Yang went to the Weiyuan Hall as usual, but he stopped after practicing only until the afternoon, finding a cool, shaded corner to go straight to sleep.

Everyone thought he had begun to give up and couldn't help but shake their heads secretly, never expecting that he would be the second one to quit.

By dinnertime, Xu Yang was woken up by Zhang Hong, and the two went to the dining hall together.

After eating, Xu Yang returned to the White Stone Workshop to continue sleeping.

At the second watch of the night, a figure darted out from Xu Yang's home and vanished into the night.