Chapter 246

Yin Meng remembered that the last message transmitted by the ancestor was to return home to worship ancestors, which was for her.

At least in name, it was like this.

But she had grown up in Fengdu since she was young. During festivals, she burned paper and made offerings as she should. For so many years, the ancestor had never manifested, completely ignoring her.

So she actually knew very clearly that calling her back to worship ancestors was secondary; the purpose was to let Brother Xiaoyuan accompany her back to Fengdu again.

This time, the ancestor directly transmitted "Return to the sect and apprentice."

Yin Meng felt that she, this middleman, had been removed.

She truly felt no disappointment in her heart, because even she, this bloodline descendant, felt that Brother Xiaoyuan was more worthy of being called the successor of the Fengdu Great Emperor.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the wine bowl and opened his mouth: "Many thanks to the Great Emperor for the recognition; I will set off as soon as possible."

Immediately after, the teenager first dipped his fingertips into the wine and flicked it onto himself and the surroundings a few times, then sprinkled half of the wine in front of him, poured the rest into the fire basin, and finally placed the wine bowl back on the offering table.

The etiquette and politeness were all given sufficiently.

Fengdu, he would go as soon as possible, but specifically when to go, it had to be discussed again.

When taking the boat to leave Fengdu County, the teenager had stood at the stern, watching the ghost city gradually moving away. He knew clearly in his heart at that time that he would come here again to explore the secrets under Fengdu.

The teenager at that time was just a simple tourist, hadn't walked the river, and had Yin Meng by his side. Even if the Great Emperor didn't care about the bloodline descendant, in any case, he wouldn't be standing on the opposite side of the Great Emperor.

But times have changed. First, Li Zhuiyuan reversed the Yin family's twelve methods back to the Fengdu twelve decrees; the unique learning that had been broken since the Eastern Han Dynasty was continued by him.

Second, the Great Emperor's tiger skin was truly easy to use. Unknowingly, he had used it a bit too much.

Third, now that the Heavenly Dao defined him as a knife, he was naturally in opposition to those ancient existences.

"Return to the sect and apprentice?"

Li Zhuiyuan didn't do too much analysis on the literal meaning. In fact, these four characters might not be important.

The teenager suspected that the Great Emperor wanted to turn this message into a clue wave for his next wave, embedding it into the river water, letting the river water push him toward Fengdu.

In the previous wave, although Li Zhuiyuan hadn't seen the Bodhisattva's true self, he had witnessed the means of this level.

Being able to survive for so long under the gaze of the Heavenly Dao, and even making the Heavenly Dao have to tacitly acknowledge their existence, their understanding of the Heavenly Dao was undoubtedly extremely profound.

As long as he was willing to pay the corresponding price, Li Zhuiyuan believed that the Great Emperor had the ability to influence the direction of his next wave.

The teenager began to reflect. It seemed he had been plucking wool too excessively.

If these four characters truly became a clue wave that appeared early in the next wave, then he naturally had to go whether he wanted to or not.

But...

Li Zhuiyuan raised his head and looked into the air.

Would you be willing?

He was a knife being polished by the Heavenly Dao. He didn't believe the Heavenly Dao would be willing to send the knife that hadn't been polished to maturity to someone else to be broken prematurely without value.

Then let's see what the composition of his next wave would be.

Is the difficulty reduced, or is it going to Fengdu?

If it's the former, it further explains that reaching cooperation with the Heavenly Dao at the current stage indeed has huge development value.

If it's the latter, then he would have to re-examine the power of the Heavenly Dao. Since it couldn't protect the knife in his hand, don't blame this knife for turning around and stabbing it.

"Brother Xiaoyuan?"

"It's nothing, you continue to practice your own, continue to offer."

"Good!" Yin Meng nodded vigorously.

Tan Wenbin, sitting in the wheelchair, turned his gaze between Yin Meng and Lin Shu You.

In the past, Tan Wenbin felt he was a thoroughly rebellious youth, but compared to Yin Meng and A You, he was simply a good baby.

Before meeting Brother Xiaoyuan, these two people, one claimed to be the successor of the *Guanjiang* generals, one claimed to be the descendant of the Yin family. Now, digging their own family's wall, they were truly full of energy.

Li Zhuiyuan also instructed: "When practicing, listen more to the suggestions of A You and Brother Bin."

Lin Shu You, hearing this, proudly straightened his chest.

Ha, he actually had a day when he could teach others!

It was mainly because Li Zhuiyuan wasn't good at teaching people, so it was better to let his partners establish a learning mutual aid group themselves.

He was responsible for writing out the answer process, and then they would brainstorm to understand and digest it.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Then I'll go back first."

Tan Wenbin: "Rest assured, Brother Xiaoyuan, we will supervise each other and make progress together."

After the teenager walked down the dam, the *Tongzi*'s voice sounded in Lin Shu You's heart:

"Pull in your chest; look at others, then look at yourself."

"Tongzi, it's impossible for me to become Brother Bin."

"Can't you have some ambition and enterprising spirit?"

"Tongzi, precisely because I am me, I can join and stay in this team."

The *Tongzi* was silent.

He suddenly felt that this dull *jitong*, this sentence, made a lot of sense.

But the *Tongzi* thought again, that's not right. The previous him and Lin Shu You were simply carved from the same dull mold, why did he get worse and worse, and get more and more suppressed and squeezed out?

Could it be because... the leader is different?

Lin Shu You and Yin Meng started cleaning up the dirt on the dam together.

A You: "Should we change a test venue? Otherwise, every time the practice ends, cleaning up is so troublesome."

Yin Meng nodded: "I think so too."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan is deliberately keeping the healed Runsheng sealed in the peach forest, and is also deliberately letting you do experiments here.

Although the one under the peach forest might not necessarily take action, there is still a certain probability that he will come to cover the bottom when an accident occurs.

After all, the Peach Blossom Immortal is a good person, and his playing is very good."

Lin Shu You and Yin Meng looked at each other, both seeing a new recruit in the other's eyes.

After cleaning up, Yin Meng, under Lin Shu You's guidance, continued to practice the Yin-Yang Step.

Although A You hadn't learned it before either, he had the foundation of the Three-Step Praise, and his learning and comprehension speed was much faster than Yin Meng's.

"Hoo..."

Yin Meng practiced until she was sweating profusely. Not only did her legs start to ache, but her ten fingers also had some cramps due to forming hand seals continuously without stopping.

Tan Wenbin: "Alright, rest for a while. This practices muscle memory; you can't practice blindly. You must leave enough time to use your brain to think and comprehend."

Yin Meng: "Zhuangzhuang, you are truly so capable."

Tan Wenbin: "Heh, when I was sprinting for the college entrance exam before, Brother Xiaoyuan taught me like this."

Yin Meng: "However, after this secret art is practiced successfully, when I go out in the future, besides carrying a poison jar on my back, do I have to carry meat?"

Lin Shu You: "Meat carried out isn't fresh either."

A You's eyes bulged, and he immediately said: "You can use corpses."

Yin Meng: "That's what I meant. If I also use corpses as raw materials to catalyze this secret art, will I be fighting for corpses with Brother Xiaoyuan? Brother Xiaoyuan's puppet art also needs corpses as raw materials."

Tan Wenbin: "Open your mind. Your *gu* insect can fly. When the time comes, burrow into the enemy's body, then activate the sacrifice, and you can directly offer the enemy to your ancestor..."

Speaking of this, Tan Wenbin himself was stunned.

He suddenly realized that this seemed to be the most terrifying part of Mengmeng's secret art, and also the true reason why Brother Xiaoyuan specifically tailored this secret art for Mengmeng.

"No wonder, the Great Emperor directly transmitted a message to let Brother Xiaoyuan go back to apprentice..."

After Li Zhuiyuan returned to his room, he first made a small modification to the "Jiang Shui Walking Code of Conduct."

Putting down the pen, A Li behind him was holding a small plane, carefully planing the spirit tablet.

She had already planed six pieces, only taking the layer of purple lacquer attached to the surface of the spirit tablet.

This layer of skin could be used to make *talisman* paper, thereby increasing the power of the drawn *talisman* paper.

Actually, the *talisman* paper drawn by A Li had already been of great help to the team, but she was still striving for perfection.

Li Zhuiyuan walked over and asked curiously: "A Li, who taught you this?"

It was unlikely to be taught by the adults. Qin Shu walked the path of body refining; Liu Yi was good at medical and poison arts. As for Grandma Liu, although Li Zhuiyuan had never seen the old lady take action, from the sword the old lady had once taken out, it could be seen that when the old lady was young, she was afraid that the path she walked was even more fierce than Qin Shu's.

A Li reached out and pointed to Li Zhuiyuan's desk.

"You read the books yourself?"

The girl nodded.

On the days when the teenager wasn't home, she wasn't always daydreaming, or rather, precisely because the teenager appeared in her life, she couldn't sit alone for a whole day like in the past.

She had a feeling of boredom, would take the initiative to find things to do, and would also learn from the teenager's appearance when he was at home, sitting alone on the terrace lounge chair, reading books.

In Wei Zhengdao's books, many *talisman* paper styles at different stages were recorded. Buddhist skin paper has a characteristic when writing books: it can better integrate divine charm.

Others could seek a few sheets of Buddhist skin paper to imprint the divine charm of sect unique learning, which was already a fortunate event. Only Wei Zhengdao could use Buddhist skin paper to write an "Encyclopedia."

Throughout the book, there were large amounts of purely textual records and descriptions. The *talisman* paper introduction was only a small part of it. A Li was just looking at it and performing imitation learning.

"A Li, those books, just look at those technical things; don't delve into their deep meaning."

Li Zhuiyuan had also said the same words to his partners. However, he didn't feel that his partners could read and comprehend the private goods deeply hidden by Wei Zhengdao in there, but A Li was different.

If it weren't for A Li being bound by those curses since childhood, if she could grow up normally, that Miss Yu family wouldn't even be worthy of carrying her shoes.

A Li shook her head, then nodded.

She only looked at the *talisman* paper, tools, and handiwork aspects; she wasn't interested in the dead-fall introductions and various story records inside.

Because the things in her dreams were richer and more intuitive than those in the books.

"I'll help you make them together." Li Zhuiyuan picked up the plane.

A Li pressed the teenager's hand, stood up, stacked the planed spirit tablets, and carried them downstairs.

Liu Yumei was playing cards with Liu Jinxia and the others on the dam, watching her own granddaughter walk out holding the spirit tablets so generously.

When Liu Jinxia was drawing tiles, she glanced at it, then her eyes opened, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

She ate this bowl of rice, so naturally, she could see clearly what the girl was holding.

Liu Jinxia said to Liu Yumei with a smile: "Your granddaughter is still sensible, knowing how to help the family chop firewood, unlike my Cui Cui, who doesn't do any work at home, lazy to death."

After A Li entered the east room, she soon came out empty-handed and went upstairs.

Liu Yumei waited until her turn was skipped, left the table, and went into the east room to take a look.

On the offering table, there were six brand-new "Nameless Ones."

A smile appeared on Liu Yumei's face.

Liu Yi walked in at this time, seeing this scene, and said with some doubt: "You were angered into laughing?"

That shouldn't be. A Li using spirit tablets as handicraft materials wasn't a matter of one or two days. The lifespan of the spirit tablets here hadn't exceeded a season.

Liu Yumei: "Check what material the lacquer skin of those six spirit tablets is, immediately order a batch of this material, hurry up and let them send it over, you go urge them yourself."

Liu Yi: "Understood."

Liu Yumei: "Our A Li knows how to ask me for things straightforwardly."

This was the reason Liu Yumei was happy. Although she didn't speak, A Li putting these six spirit tablets back meant she was opening her mouth to ask for them. For A Li, it could be called a rare straightforwardness.

For Liu Yumei, her biggest pain now was that although she sat on a mountain of gold and silver, she had no way to give it out.

One never opens her mouth to ask, and one has walked the river and cannot be given to.

Sometimes, she truly envied Li Sanjiang, who could very proudly take money out of his pocket to give to Xiaoyuan, and Xiaoyuan would also go to receive it, or even take the initiative to ask for it, just to make that old guy happy.

But the same thing, she, Liu Yumei, couldn't do. She couldn't learn from Li Sanjiang and also stuff a few large bills in her pocket to give to the child, right?

Li Sanjiang didn't know the truth and was happy in it. If she knew and still did this, it would appear a bit brain-damaged.

Liu Yi: "I finally see it. It blames me and A Li for asking you for fewer things, making you lack this happiness. Sin, sin."

Liu Yumei: "The secret grounds of the Qin and Liu family ancestral houses, if you and A Li want them, each take one, and I won't say anything."

Liu Yi sighed: "Sigh, opening your mouth to give the two biggest items directly, this is clearly not wanting to give."

Liu Yumei was angered into laughing, reached out and pinched Liu Yi's face, as if treating her when she was young, and pulled it outward.

Liu Yi deliberately shouted: "Ouch, ouch, ouch, it hurts, it hurts, A Li's skin is thick, go pull his."

Liu Yumei: "A Ting, you have wrinkles on your face."

Liu Yi: "..."

Liu Yumei: "I'm old, and you, are no longer young."

Liu Yi: "Don't be like this. I'm trying my best to make you happy, but you are using a knife to stab my heart. Where do I have wrinkles?"

Saying this, Liu Yi supported herself with both hands and turned a circle on the spot.

She was extremely beautiful.

It was just that at Li Sanjiang's house, she was deliberately wearing a cook's clothes and suppressing it.

Back then in college, Liu Yi had gone under the dormitory to call Li Zhuiyuan. On that day, Liu Yi changed into casual clothes and looked more temperamental and charming than the female teachers in college.

Liu Yumei: "Perhaps it's because she sees that Yin family girl too much, so she feels you aren't young anymore. Who told that girl to be at the age of being tender enough to drip water now."

Liu Yi: "Fine, it's me who is redundant. I shouldn't have given her beauty and skincare back then."

Outside, Liu Jinxia, who was playing cards, deliberately raised her volume: "You shouldn't have played the six *wan* just now; it happened to hit my hand, ha!"

Liu Yumei knew this was notifying herself that the next round was starting, so she walked out and sat down.

In front of the four old ladies, there were stacks of small change. Liu Jinxia's was the thickest.

She knew how to calculate cards, and her card skills were good; she basically won every round.

Liu Yumei often lost the most. It was mainly her mentality of playing cards, which was similar to Xiaoyuan accompanying A Li to play chess, or even more exaggerated. Sometimes she was happy to give favors, deliberately sending cards to let others win big, and then while eating melon seeds, watching others look high-spirited.

The other two old ladies at the card table were considered residents.

One was called Grandma Hua. Her husband left early, and her son became a martyr before getting married. She was the only one left in the family. With government subsidies and condolences, she didn't need to farm and didn't worry about life. It was just that her temper was strange, and she often quarreled with people in the village. Her shouting skills were first-class.

After being called here to play cards, her personality suddenly became gentle. She had never turned red-faced and often brought the condolence goods given to her by the superiors to share with Liu Yumei.

Another one was surnamed Wang, a bit younger. Li Sanjiang called her "Lian Hou." Her son had an accident while working on a construction site and was paralyzed in bed. She took the initiative to persuade her daughter-in-law to remarry and kept a pair of grandchildren by herself.

In the past, she relied on her and her husband farming to maintain the family's livelihood, her son's medicine money, and the grandchildren's schooling expenses. The days could no longer be called tight; this was a real broken household in the countryside.

Now, her biggest income... was the money she won from Liu Yumei. This income was much richer and more stable than farming.

No one is a fool. There are people whose card skills are bad and who easily lose money, but there are few who keep losing money and keep playing.

Therefore, every time the card game opened, Wang Lian was the first one to arrive, often bringing vegetables grown at home or seasonal cakes and *zongzi*, and then moving tables and chairs. When the card game dispersed, even if Liu Yi was beside her, she had to rush to clean up.

Liu Jinxia's reputation in the village was bad in the past, and she needed to leave meals to find card partners, but Liu Yumei was obviously more generous and natural than her.

In the past, she didn't know, but later she realized clearly that there truly is this kind of person in the world: you bow and scrape to her, flatter her, and not only does she have no feeling of grievance, but instead, she can feel quite happy and enjoy it.

Wang Lian: "My husband's nephew sent someone to bring a letter, saying he wanted to bring a child over to be adopted."

Grandma Hua: "Which nephew?"

Wang Lian: "It's my husband's older brother's son."

Liu Jinxia: "Oh, Ding family Big Hou, haven't your two families stopped interacting long ago?"

Wang Lian's husband's parents left early. The older brother followed the boat runners, leaving Wang Lian's husband to bring up a younger sister, which could be considered eating the hundred-family rice to grow up.

Later, the little brother and sister grew up separately, and their lives gradually stepped onto the right track. It was a pity that the sister got sick and left just one year after getting married.

The two brothers were far apart, and they didn't interact much.

They only knew that Ding family Big Hou was mixing very well now, had his own boat, and his life was very red and prosperous.

Wang Lian: "He said he felt our family was difficult and intended to help us, taking one child away."

Grandma Hua: "It's because his family can't give birth themselves."

Liu Jinxia: "Feeling your family is difficult, what were you doing when your family had an accident earlier?"

Grandma Hua: "No, Lian Hou, you aren't really planning to send the child out, right?"

Liu Yumei took a sip of tea and asked: "Can't afford to raise them now?"

Wang Lian said busily: "Can afford, can afford, just feel that the conditions there are better, and the child can also..."

Liu Yumei: "Does the child want to go?"

Wang Lian: "The two children overheard me talking to their grandpa, and they cried and shouted that night that they didn't want to be sent out."

Liu Yumei: "Then don't send them."

Liu Jinxia: "Exactly, the days are getting better day by day, and people aren't starving to death. Isn't it good for the whole family to be together? Besides, your husband is paralyzed in bed. If you send one child away, and when you old couple are gone in the future, you leave a paralyzed person for one child to take care of?"

Liu Jinxia's words sounded a bit ugly, but the words were rough and the meaning wasn't.

Wang Lian nodded vigorously: "Then don't send them, don't send them."

Grandma Hua: "If you really plan to send them, it's better to send them to me. Let them take my son's surname, and they can stay in the village."

Liu Jinxia asked curiously: "What, can this policy-adopted child also enjoy it?"

Grandma Hua smiled: "Don't know, at worst, cry and make a scene."

Liu Jinxia: "That's true."

At this time, Li Sanjiang returned with a cigarette in his mouth and his hands behind his back.

Grandma Hua rolled her eyes and said: "Ouch, speaking of good fate, who can compare to him? Even if the parents and grandparents have the same surname, they can be led home.

Led home for a year, and he took a *zhuangyuan* (top scholar)."

Li Sanjiang sniffed and shouted toward the kitchen: "Ting Hou!"

Liu Yi: "What's wrong, Uncle Sanjiang?"

Li Sanjiang: "Is the vinegar jar at home leaking? Why is there such a sour smell!"

Grandma Hua's lips trembled, she cursed a few times silently, and then she laughed herself.

After the game dispersed, the others left. Wang Lian stayed behind to clean up as usual.

Liu Yumei sat beside her, spreading out the drawing paper for designing clothes.

After cleaning up, Wang Lian leaned toward Liu Yumei and said in a low voice: "Sister Liu..."

Liu Yumei didn't answer, just holding the brush and drawing patterns.

Wang Lian: "Sister Liu, you say, will the children blame us when they grow up for not sending them to a good family to enjoy happiness?"

Liu Yumei: "This is indeed your fault."

Wang Lian: "Mm, my husband and I worry about this the most."

Liu Yumei: "Blame you for not teaching the children well, so they would have such thoughts."

Wang Lian was stunned.

Liu Yumei: "As long as the whole family is together, in this world, there is nothing that truly cannot be overcome."

"I understand, Sister Liu."

Not long after the crowd dispersed here, Auntie Liu's voice rang out:

"Time for dinner!"

In the second-floor room, Li Zhuiyuan held the new version of the Soul-Breaking Talisman that A Li had just finished drawing.

Although there were still materials, the requirements for the new talisman were higher, and the difficulty and consumption involved in drawing it were also greater. Therefore, even A Li could not draw many talismans in one go as she had in the past.

However, even though the talisman was precious, it still had to be tested. It wasn't that he feared the talisman would be ineffective, but rather that if the effect was too intense and uncontrollable, problems could arise.

But since Auntie Liu had already called for dinner, Li Zhuiyuan was too lazy to go look for other test subjects and simply flipped open the Wordless Book.

He hadn't squeezed the "Evil Book" today, and upon flipping to the second page, he discovered the monkey on it was gone, and the entire page had turned blank.

The "Evil Book" on the first page was sitting on the prison bed, having turned into a disheveled woman—or to be precise, a disheveled young girl.

Although her hair was scattered, the strands falling across her face were just right, setting off a look that made one feel pity.

Li Zhuiyuan knew this was the "Evil Book" deliberately pandering to his preferences.

But it had forgotten, or perhaps subconsciously ignored, that he played with A Li because he was also a child, the same age as her.

Li Zhuiyuan stuck the new version of the Soul-Breaking Talisman directly onto the first page.

"Crack..."

A crisp sound rang out, and the talisman paper shattered and drifted down.

The Wordless Book was, after all, something that could be used as a weapon to fight zombies; it was extremely tough and remained completely unharmed.

But the "young girl" on the first page was blasted into powder.

The effect was quite good.

Li Zhuiyuan closed the book, took A Li's hand, and went downstairs for dinner.

For the next few days, Li Zhuiyuan accompanied A Li in making talismans. Although he couldn't draw them himself, it wasn't that he couldn't understand and study them. After the two joined forces, A Li's talisman-drawing speed gradually picked up.

The new batch of spirit tablets had also arrived just in time. With the raw material problem solved, the next step was mass production to replace the team's talisman papers.

Every day, Li Zhuiyuan would go to the bearded man's house to check on the degree of Runsheng's wildness stimulation and Yin Meng's learning progress.

Runsheng's wildness was almost fully stimulated. He was now truly like a wild beast, constantly pounding against the formation. This forced Yin Meng and the others to shorten their patrol intervals to every two hours, fearing that a single moment of negligence would let Runsheng escape while in this crazed state.

Yin Meng's progress was very clear; she could now use fresh meat for sacrifices to hatch and control a swarm of insects.

The next step was to find a way to extend the lifespan of these insects and how to infuse poison into them to increase the power of this secret art.

Besides this, there was one more thing: Yin Meng was following what Brother Xiaoyuan said, placing offerings on the table to apologize to her ancestors after every practice session.

Therefore, during these days, the Great Emperor received countless "apologies" every day.

And after the first sacrifice each day, those four characters would appear in the wine bowl again—Return to Sect and Take a Master.

This made Li Zhuiyuan stop doubting; he could almost conclude that the Great Emperor was interfering with his Jiang Shui Walk!

The Great Emperor wanted to push his current self directly to him.

According to the new changes in the previous wave, the clues for the next wave should also be given very early. Calculating the time, it was about time.

Next, it would depend on whether the next clue pointed clearly to Fengdou or to another region.

If it pointed to Fengdou, it meant the Great Emperor had succeeded; if not, it meant the Heavenly Dao had forcefully rejected the Great Emperor's interference.

As the person involved, Li Zhuiyuan was truly looking forward to the result of this bet.

On the way home, Li Zhuiyuan saw his great-grandfather also walking back. His great-grandfather was muttering to himself: "Why has Auntie Ting been buying so much meat lately? It makes no sense that she could finish it all..."

"Great-grandfather."

"Little Marquis Yuan."

"Great-grandfather, what were you saying just now?"

"Nothing, just wondering when Zhuangzhuang and Marquis Runsheng will be back."

Auntie Liu was responsible for the household purchases, and Li Sanjiang only needed to settle the accounts with her at the end of the month.

With the end of the month approaching, if there were extra items on the bill... Li Sanjiang would still acknowledge and pay them.

If Auntie Ting wanted to be greedy, let her be greedy. For the sake of the family, in Li Sanjiang's view, they would be one family in the future anyway.

"Great-grandfather, Brother Runsheng called this morning. He said he misses you and also misses Shan Shan Daye. I think we should invite Shan Shan Daye over for a meal tomorrow."

Although it wasn't a holiday and there was no work, it was quite strange to invite Shan Shan Daye over, but since it was his own Little Marquis Yuan who suggested it, Li Sanjiang nodded directly:

"Fine, go call his village now and tell him to save room for dinner tonight."

"Alright, Great-grandfather."

Tomorrow, Li Zhuiyuan planned to start helping Runsheng recover his consciousness. Shan Shan Daye held a special place in Runsheng's heart, so he had to be invited to hold the line.

There was no need to worry about whether Shan Shan Daye would find out, because every time Shan Shan Daye came, he would get dead drunk with his great-grandfather and lose consciousness.

Night fell.

Li Zhuiyuan sent A Li back to the east room and reviewed the plan to help Runsheng recover his consciousness tomorrow at his desk.

After confirming everything was correct, Li Zhuiyuan stretched, and the light from the desk lamp flickered a few times.

It wasn't a problem with the lamp, nor was it a wiring issue. In fact, the lamp's brightness had remained normal and unchanged; what had changed just now was Li Zhuiyuan's own perception.

A premonition?

After he and his original body digested the power within the lotus petals and the lotus pedestal together, could he actually reach such a sensitive level?

After carefully savoring the previous feeling, Li Zhuiyuan began to ponder:

What would happen tonight?

"Brother Bin, it's time. I'll go check the formation at Runsheng's place first."

"Mm, go ahead."

The two-hour frequency was too high for Lin Shu You and Yin Meng to take turns, so they simply split it into the first half of the night and the second half.

Tan Wenbin wasn't sleepy, so he just let Lin Shu You push him out to bask in the moonlight.

Facts proved that when a person was cold to a certain degree, moonlight could also bring warmth.

Lin Shu You ran back, and Tan Wenbin sat alone in his wheelchair by the village road, hunched over.

At this moment, two people walked over from afar. One of them was middle-aged and balding, his scalp gleaming with oil under the moonlight.

The other person wore a black robe, had a goat beard, and a styled hairdo. He had a sword strapped behind his back on his left side and stood straight; he should be a Daoist priest.

"Daoist, I am truly sorry to trouble you to make this trip yourself. It's all that family's fault; they're so poor they can barely afford to eat, yet they refuse to hand the children over to me so I can take them to live a good life."

"No matter. I will just help you take that child away."

"Daoist, it's not one, it's two—a boy and a girl. The boy stays home to carry on the family line for me, and the girl goes to your temple to practice with you."

"Two?"

"This is for the children's own good. In this family, even going to school is a problem. If they don't live well and can't get a good education, what will happen to their future? We are saving them; we are doing a good deed."

"Fine, fine. Since your father once did me a favor, and since I promised you, I will naturally help you do it. Two it is, take them both."

"At this hour, their family should all be asleep."

"Whether they are asleep or not doesn't matter. Even if I stood right in front of them, they wouldn't be able to see me."

As he said this, the Daoist happened to walk past Tan Wenbin on the side of the road, completely failing to notice that a wheelchair was parked there, with a person sitting in it.

Judging by their accents, they were clearly from the Sichuan-Chongqing area.

The "Jiang Shui Walk Code of Conduct" was regularly circulated among the partners.

Tan Wenbin's heart suddenly became complicated and heavy, thinking:

Could it be that just as Brother Xiaoyuan predicted, he and the others would have to go to Fengdou for the next wave?

But soon, Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief because of their subsequent conversation.

"I really don't like the climate here."

"That's true, how could it compare to Mount Qingcheng?"

(End of chapter)