Chapter 291

Zhao Yi spat out the cigarette butt in his mouth, stepped on it with his shoe sole, and then raised his hands to pat his left and right cheeks—not heavy, but quite loud.

"The one surnamed Li, I've discovered that the Yin family is really willing to give me, Old Zhao, face."

"First time a stranger, second time an acquaintance."

"Hey, don't say, it really feels like that. After I die, these experiences must be carved on my tombstone to show off properly. Do you think that when the time comes, the passing ghosts will all be scared into kowtowing to me?"

"Can ghosts just enter the ancestral grave of the Jiujiang Zhao family?"

"After I finish walking the river and take charge of the Zhao family, I'll change the customs. I'll scatter those old immortals from before, and future Zhao family members will all have to be cremated for me."

"Oh."

"It's not that I'm extreme; as a descendant, the closer I get to the ancestors, the more guilty I feel.

By the way, the one surnamed Li, don't fall behind on the Zhao family's fundamental formula I gave you; practice more. I had the opportunity to experience it this time—the stronger it is, the better it works."

Li Li Zhuiyuan raised his left hand, and under the light shaking of his fingertips, the blue luster constantly flowed, crystal clear and extremely pure.

"I know."

"Then why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask."

"Ha!"

"Besides, does one's own fundamental formula need an outsider to persuade you to practice more?"

"You win. It's a pity the ancestors died long ago; if they hadn't died like the Great Emperor, after seeing you and me, who they would treat as a direct descendant is unknown."

"Existences like them can sense bloodlines."

"But they will pretend to be confused."

Li Li Zhuiyuan took out three sticks of incense, bent down, and inserted them into the river beach. With a flick of his fingertips, the incense burned spontaneously.

Zhao Yi: "Just like that Old Zhai, I've been flattering him for so long, but it's just not as effective as you, kid. You clearly pretended to be stupid and lied to him in front of him, but he doesn't care; instead, he's very happy. This is really unfair."

"It's that you used the wrong method to flatter."

"Hmm?"

"Back in the town, you should have taken a university professional book, gone to ask him professional questions, and then revealed that after you finish paying off the debt from running the car and earn money, you want to return to school to take the college entrance examination or go for an adult undergraduate degree."

"Damn~"

"You show concern, cook soup and feed medicine, run errands and transport corpses... what do you want people to treat you as?"

"Then why didn't you tell me earlier?

Stop!

You don't need to answer this question; it's definitely 'You didn't ask' again."

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "I don't need to tell you this; actually, you understand."

Zhao Yi: "What do I understand?"

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "The first night in the small town, it was raining, and you were keeping watch on the roof. At that time, below you was Old Zhai's room, and I was in the room, hearing the sound of you flipping through books.

Knowing that Luo Gong was also coming to Fengdu this time, Brother Brother Binbin and Ah You also brought a few books in their backpacks to temporarily hold Buddha's feet, and you flipped through their backpacks."

"The one surnamed Li, are you even human? The sound of wind and rain was so loud that night. I know your hearing is good, so I was extra careful flipping pages, and you could still hear it so clearly?"

"It wasn't very clear, but the next day when I got on the truck, I also flipped through Brother Brother Binbin and Ah You's backpacks and found that the book pages were stained with moisture."

"The one surnamed Li, are you guarding against me like this?"

"I'm guarding against you? You knew Old Zhai's identity was special earlier than I did, but you deliberately didn't tell me in advance."

"Have you ever had nightmares? Constantly having those nightmares where the whole clan dies suddenly, souls line up to go to the Yin Office, or you are smashed to death by two huge dog testicles?

After being scared for a long time, it's inevitable to be a little more sensitive. Besides, I didn't think he would be that one at first; I just instinctively felt he might be a bit unusual.

Thinking that the style of this wave was so high, contacting someone related to your profession on the way would likely have a story.

But you are different. Toward that one, you are afraid, but deep down you are actually fearless, because you know you are favored, and you understand how much you attract those old men."

"Most importantly, those two days you were still in a state of overdraft, your eyes couldn't see clearly, your perception dropped greatly, and you didn't notice it until later, right?"

"You still haven't explained why you didn't tell me beforehand."

"If I were really certain, would the method have been wrong?"

"It was you who didn't dare to bet on the highest return, so you settled for the next best thing and went to apologize. Your goal has already been achieved."

Zhao Yi was still playing with the pair of walnuts in his hand, which was the most obvious sign of return, meaning that the matter from back then was considered to have been brushed over.

Closing his eyes, Zhao Yi took a deep breath and said:

"The one surnamed Li, can you step in a different direction next time? You've stepped here too many times, and the key is that it hurts so much every time."

Li Li Zhuiyuan nodded. The coffins on the river surface ahead had all floated up. The young man walked forward and waded into the river.

Zhao Yi followed behind, looking at the young man's back, his mouth constantly changing shapes, outputting silently.

The first coffin was very familiar; it was Yin Meng's craftsmanship style.

Li Li Zhuiyuan pressed his palm against it, chose a good angle, and applied a short burst of force. Accompanied by a "creak," the coffin lid was slid open.

Zhao Yi glanced inside and said: "Yin Meng's grandfather didn't come back."

The coffin was empty, and there was a pool of thick accumulated liquid residue inside; the smell was very pure.

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "Then besides reminding me, he has other things to do."

"Like going to see his granddaughter." Zhao Yi blinked. "Don't get close to the guesthouse and get smashed to pieces by Ah You's mace."

"Ah You knows Yin Meng's grandfather has turned into a dead-fall; he won't be that impulsive."

"I'm making a disclaimer for Ah You in advance."

Li Li Zhuiyuan swam to the side of another coffin. This coffin was relatively difficult to open. After exerting force, black gas overflowed from the gap.

This indicated that the corpse inside had already turned into a dead-fall, and the inside of the coffin was filled with corpse Qi.

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "You come and smell it."

Zhao Yi leaned over and took two breaths toward the coffin gap. After the black gas entered his nose, he lifted his clothes, and two drops of black blood flowed from his heart, expelling the corpse poison from his body.

"The quality of the dead-fall is not exaggerated, but there is a layer of special blessing on it, which should be related to the Yin family ancestral grave."

Ordinary dead-fall, but definitely not ordinary combat power.

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "You estimate how much time it will take to collectively open the coffins here and then head to the Ghost Street."

"You calculate faster than me, why don't you calculate it yourself?"

"I should save."

"Fine, I'll calculate."

On the water surface, the further back the coffin, the thicker the corpse Qi, and the higher the level reflected. After all, the Yin family is getting worse with each generation. Entering the ancestral grave is like a car getting on a car ferry; the cars that get on first park inside, but when they get off, they are actually at the back.

After confirming, Li Li Zhuiyuan returned to the shore, and while dealing with his wet clothes, said:

"I'll leave three blood incenses here, and you leave a puppet. When the time comes, I'll pinch the time to let the Yin family rush to the Ghost Street."

"The puppet I leave might not be able to handle the sacrificial ceremony."

"The role of your puppet is the same as the incense; it's a prop used to say the opposite."

"Good, good, good."

Li Li Zhuiyuan took out three new sticks of incense, first soaked them in his own right-hand blood mist, and then threw them into the water.

Accompanied by the sinking of the three sticks of incense, all the coffins on the river surface also sank. They didn't go back; they just hid.

No matter what, if someone passed by and saw dense coffins floating on the river, it might really scare people to death.

Of course, when they completely break out of the coffins, the collective aura formed by a group of dead-falls will be enough to form miasma, and ordinary people won't notice even if they brush shoulders with them.

Zhao Yi folded a paper person and threw it by the river.

Li Li Zhuiyuan walked back. Zhao Yi stretched and did a chest expansion exercise, curious:

"The one surnamed Li, clearly your status is more noble than mine, why is your gambling nature always greater than mine, and why are you more willing to risk it all?"

"Whether status is noble or not is not seen by others' evaluations, but by whether you yourself feel you are expensive or not."

"Then you feel you are very cheap?"

"Because I feel I am expensive, I want to bet on the best return result every time."

Zhao Yi's mouth twitched, self-deprecatingly: "Fine, it turns out I'm the one who feels I'm cheap."

Not walking far back, turning a corner, in an open space on the slope ahead, they saw the taxi they took when they came.

The driver was not in the car, but at the river bend below, watching two people fishing.

The people fishing had a rich harvest, having hooked multiple times. The frequency of the bait biting, the beauty of the rod arc, the pleasure of the struggle... made the driver beside them so jealous that his face turned red and he scratched his ears and cheeks.

Actually, it was because Li Li Zhuiyuan had summoned so many coffins upstream earlier. That large-scale, thick corpse Qi stimulated the fish in the river, and the number of fish in the downstream river bend was richer than usual by an unknown number of times; there was no need to bait the water at all.

The driver walked back, saw Li Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi standing by the car, his eyes lit up immediately, and he ran over, shouting:

"Going back to the county town?"

"Hmm, the guesthouse where we came from."

"Go."

Sitting in the car, this time there was no need to urge or stimulate with Mandarin. The driver's face had already turned red to the point of being somewhat purple, and he couldn't wait to return to his home in the county town to get his fishing gear and have a good time.

Zhao Yi had just sat in, and before the car door had time to close, the driver stepped on the gas pedal.

All the way, it was like a lightning bolt, even more exaggerated than when they came. Zhao Yi had to put his hand on the young man's shoulder beside him, preparing to take the one surnamed Li away in time if the car flipped.

Fortunately, the journey was safe. Before arriving at the destination, the driver settled the fare in advance, holding the steering wheel with one hand and receiving money and giving change with the other, all in one go.

Zhao Yi: "It will be too late when he goes back; the fish school will recover. However, at least on the way, he is happy."

Li Li Zhuiyuan ignored Young Master Zhao's sentimental digression and walked toward the guesthouse.

There were many more security guards at the entrance of the guesthouse, and several police cars were parked inside and outside. Entering and exiting now also required identity verification.

However, the process was not strict. For those like Li Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi who had entered and exited several times and were familiar, they could enter directly.

But just as he stepped into the main gate, Li Li Zhuiyuan stopped his footsteps.

Zhao Yi walked two steps further before stopping as well.

The two retreated very tacitly until they exited the "rail line" on the ground of the gate.

The young man opened the Yin-walking, and Zhao Yi's life-death gate seam rotated.

The originally normal guesthouse presented two perspectives in the eyes of the two.

One perspective was normal, while the other was a dim and dead style.

Zhao Yi: "Who set up the formation? It shouldn't have been that fast."

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "It's an individual who changed the surrounding pattern from the inside out."

Zhao Yi: "Old Zhai?"

Li Li Zhuiyuan: "It's best if it's him."

Even knowing that the guesthouse in front of them had a problem, the two still had to choose to enter, but the way of entering was not walking in a straight line, but needing to step on specific positions.

This behavior was a bit strange, but soon, the surrounding security guards and people entering and exiting all disappeared; no one would care anyway.

At the entrance of the guesthouse lobby, there were originally two stone lions, but at this time, they had turned into two attendant statues.

Both had one hand held in front of them, the other arm placed to the side, guiding people inward.

Zhao Yi: "The guesthouse is a place for meetings and reception, that's fine... but the level of this meeting seems a bit high."

Li Li Zhuiyuan walked up the steps, and just as he was about to enter the door, he saw a white dog lying on the carpet at the entrance.

His own Xiao Hei was a standard five-black dog template, with thick bones and shiny hair. The white dog in front of him was the exact opposite extreme.

It had a slender figure, lying there licking its paws and grooming its hair, revealing a kind of grace and luxury.

However, to tell the truth, Li Li Zhuiyuan felt that comparing his own Xiao Hei to this one was too insulting to this white dog.

Zhao Yi looked directly at this white dog, and the life-death gate seam in front of his chest instinctively began to rotate.

Upon contact, Zhao Yi's eyes turned white. He hurriedly closed the life-death gate seam, and cold sweat flowed down from his forehead.

Just now, he was preparing to probe this dog, but his consciousness was filled with countless images—things that had happened and things that hadn't, all kinds of thoughts, extremely chaotic.

It was only because he could still hold on; if it were someone else, at that moment, they would have already gone insane.

The white dog continued to groom its hair leisurely, as if it were really just a dog concentrating on doing its own thing.

Li Li Zhuiyuan continued to walk forward.

White light also flickered in the young man's eyes.

Endless distracting thoughts, as if peering into his inner heart, frantically impacted his consciousness.

But unlike Zhao Yi, Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't choose to resist and digest, but threw all these distracting thoughts into the fish pond deep in his consciousness.

"Clatter... clatter..."

Like a waterfall falling from the sky, the originally young fish fry in the fish pond danced excitedly in the face of such great wealth.

White light adhered to the young man's eyes, but the young man was still moving forward.

At this time, the white dog finally stopped its grooming.

It turned its head and looked at the young man walking toward it. In the originally plain dog eyes, playfulness gradually appeared, as if it had seen a very interesting pet toy.

It raised its dog paw toward Li Li Zhuiyuan, and at the same time, black chains appeared, locking it.

This was not Li Li Zhuiyuan's handiwork; the young man was just moving forward and hadn't done anything yet.

It should be the environment here that restricted the white dog, making it unable to be reckless.

The master is talking inside, the dog is not allowed to enter, and can only watch the door outside.

Li Li Zhuiyuan continued to move forward.

Although the white dog was suppressed, its dog paw was still continuing to raise. Clearly, although there were rules here, it still had the ability to perform a small act of willfulness exclusive to a watchdog.

Zhao Yi had already recovered and was silently following behind the young man.

His legs were longer than Li Li Zhuiyuan's, but his steps were very small; in short, he was tightly protecting the young man in front of him.

Every time his feet fell, they were silent, as if he were walking on cat's feet.

Young Master Zhao's left eye was extremely excited, and his right eye was extremely apprehensive.

He naturally knew who the existence inside was, and also roughly guessed the identity of this white dog.

Zhao Yi was afraid, but even more expectant.

The white dog's paw finally pointed at Li Li Zhuiyuan.

The young man also raised his hand and pointed at it.

Fengdu Twelve Decrees—Kneel and listen to the proclamation.

The black chains on the white dog intensified instantly, and it lay on the ground, its dog mouth pressed tightly against the tile surface, unable to move.

At this moment, there was no longer superiority and playfulness in its eyes, but full anger.

As a dog, it now felt that it had been deeply offended by a human!

White Crane Guarding Zhenjun had suggested to the young man on the Ghost Street in the morning that he could start setting up the formation, and the young man's response was: This is Fengdu.

Here, it is the same principle.

That one has come.

That one came here not to visit the guesthouse, but to find someone.

The meeting of two "immortal-like" existences, even if it was just a contact of consciousness, was enough to profoundly change the surrounding environment, and even create a barrier exclusive to them.

The white dog was relying on that one to bully others at the door.

Li Li Zhuiyuan was the same.

The difference was that the white dog was a mount, and Li Li Zhuiyuan was an inheritor, so the degree of borrowing power from the backers behind them was different.

In this wave, Li Li Zhuiyuan chose to stand on the Great Emperor's side because he believed he could use this inheritor identity—which had reality but no name—to borrow great convenience in Fengdu.

Admittedly, all this convenience came from the Great Emperor's tacit approval; at the very least, the Great Emperor couldn't oppose it and had to let the young man drill this loophole.

If the Great Emperor opposed it... then this game couldn't be played, and Li Li Zhuiyuan would have no reason to continue standing on the Great Emperor's side.

Unlike Zhao Yi, who first offended the Great Emperor and then came over with the intention of apologizing, Li Li Zhuiyuan recognized that he had taken many advantages from the Great Emperor, so he should come to repay part of the responsibility.

If you don't want it, then... I won't repay it.

The young man didn't take a detour and stepped directly over the white dog.

The white dog's body was trembling, its fangs appeared at the corners of its mouth, but it was helpless.

Afterward, the white dog's gaze fell on Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi was hesitating.

Stepping over is a big death.

But if he didn't step over, he would suddenly sit up in the middle of the night in the future, hold his head, and shout with regret.

Soon, Zhao Yi made up his mind. It was really as the one surnamed Li said: first time a stranger, second time an acquaintance. After all, enriching his own epitaph was more important.

Zhao Yi raised his leg and stepped over the white dog.

This time, the white dog showed even more intense anger than when the young man stepped over it earlier!

Because the young man could use the power here to suppress it, no matter how angry the white dog was, it acknowledged the young man's "equal" status to itself.

But this guy whose heart was leaking air and venting, what kind of thing was he, daring to come and step over me?

The white dog's head bulged, as if horns were about to grow, and stripes of a tiger gradually appeared on its face, only retaining dog ears, while its dog paws had a tendency to turn into hooves.

However, it was really too suppressed. The master was talking, and there was no room for it to act recklessly. The special changes that had just appeared soon disappeared again.

"Hey, you really look down on people with dog eyes!"

Zhao Yi, who had stepped over, stepped back, and then stepped over again.

At first, Li Li Zhuiyuan stood inside the door and waited for a while. Seeing that Zhao Yi was getting playful, the young man stopped waiting and walked inside.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Yi didn't dare to continue playing the dog hurdle and immediately followed.

He didn't know if the suppression of this dog could continue if the one surnamed Li walked away.

Running to catch up and walking side by side, Zhao Yi sniffed and said:

"You say if I carve these experiences on my tombstone, will future generations of the Zhao family feel I'm bragging when they see it?"

"That depends on how awesome you are in the future." "Also true."

Li Li Zhuiyuan walked upstairs, preparing to go to Old Zhai's room.

Just as he arrived at the second floor, he heard footsteps coming from the stairs on the third floor.

Zhao Yi recognized the owner of the footsteps.

"Ah You?"

Li Li Zhuiyuan didn't go to the third floor but continued to walk toward Old Zhai's room.

"As an outsider, it's not appropriate to listen in. How about this, I'll go find Ah You."

Zhao Yi walked up.

This time it wasn't that Zhao Yi was cowardly and couldn't afford to bet, but that the matter at the door earlier had already shown that his status here was unequal to the one surnamed Li.

The one surnamed Li could eavesdrop... listen in, and if discovered, there would be someone to protect him. If he went, he would likely just be gone.

At this time, Lin Shu was very anxious.

He had originally been carrying two thermoses, going downstairs to get hot water.

As a result, he encountered a ghost-hitting-wall.

A former Guanjiang Shou, current Guarding Zhenjun adult, was still trapped by a ghost-hitting-wall under the premise of opening his vertical pupils.

Lin Shu felt it was incredible.

"What kind of ghost is this?"

On weekdays, the talkative Master Tongzi fell into silence.

However, a big improvement over the past was that He himself was silent, but didn't restrict Lin Shu from using Guarding Zhenjun power.

Lin Shu was on the stairs, constantly going up and constantly coming down, unable to leave this range no matter what.

"Ouch~ are you exercising your body here?"

The moment the voice sounded, Lin Shu used the two thermoses in his hand as weapons, pointing at the three eyes that suddenly appeared.

Clearly, Ah You was doubting whether the three eyes in front of him were real.

"Heh." Zhao Yi smiled, but because he was afraid Ah You would really attack him, he didn't continue to approach.

"Come, Ah You, follow Brother, Brother will take you out."

Zhao Yi waved his hand, signaling Ah You to follow.

Lin Shu hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

Then,

Third floor, third floor, still third floor. After walking for nearly a dozen flights of stairs, it was still the third floor.

Zhao Yi touched his nose, somewhat embarrassed.

Lin Shu let down his guard and said: "Three eyes, it's actually really you."

Zhao Yi: "I am not Zhao Yi, I am an illusion trying to deceive you."

Lin Shu: "Has Brother Xiaoyuan returned?"

Zhao Yi: "Everything you see is false; I do not exist."

Lin Shu put the thermos on the ground, sat down on the steps, and completely handed his back to Zhao Yi, not setting up any defenses at all.

"Sigh, better wait for Brother Xiaoyuan to come and pick me up. You sit down and rest too, stop climbing."

Zhao Yi lit a cigarette. After a deep breath, the smoke ring was exhaled from inside his chest clothes, overflowing along his neck.

Immediately after, Zhao Yi pinched an orchid finger with his left hand, frowned slightly, and then changed a gesture. He made it himself; mainly, he didn't know what a peach blossom finger should look like.

His body had recently undergone many changes, but he hadn't had time to keep up with the matching set.

Lin Shu sniffed; he smelled a wisp of peach blossom fragrance. He turned his head to look behind him and saw Zhao Yi pick a peach blossom petal from his clothes and hold it in his mouth.

The next moment, Zhao Yi's figure disappeared from where he was.

Lin Shu stood up immediately and shouted: "Three eyes, give me a petal too!"

In place, a peach blossom floated down.

Clearly, before he escaped and left, Zhao Yi really didn't forget to give Lin Shu a hand.

Lin Shu picked up the peach blossom petal, pursed his lips, still put it in his mouth, and then lifted his foot to walk up, and actually walked out of the stairs.

Zhao Yi leaned against the corridor wall, arms crossed, waiting for him.

"How about it, your Brother Yi isn't necessarily worse than your Brother Xiaoyuan."

"It's just that the price is a bit high."

"Flowers bloom and fall, what price to talk about."

Zhao Yi turned around and walked inside.

Passing Tan Tan Wenbin's room, he reached out and pushed the door open.

He saw Tan Tan Wenbin inside, groping toward the door bit by bit. The speed was very slow, small steps, but the direction was correct.

The characteristics of the Five Senses Map spirit beast allowed Tan Tan Wenbin to still have a method even in this environment.

Lin Shu wanted to enter the room to pull Brother Bin, but was stopped by Zhao Yi. Zhao Yi signaled Ah You to look at the room door dividing line.

"Three eyes, give Brother Bin a peach blossom petal."

"He can come out himself, it's just that the time is slower."

"Wouldn't giving a peach blossom petal be faster?"

"Do you really think I'm selling peaches?"

Zhao Yi continued to move forward. Actually, what really needed him to check was the room where Yin Meng and Lu Runsheng were; Liang Yan and Liang Li were also inside.

Pushing open the room door.

There were five people inside.

Liang Yan and Liang Li fell in the corner, with several more cuts on their shoulders. Their breathing was still there, and there was no danger to their lives.

A dead-fall in the image of an old man stood by the bed. He was also in a terrible state, severely injured, and constantly oozing pus.

It had to be said that in this special, suppressed environment, the Liang sisters could still cause damage to this dead-fall; they were truly quite excellent, and the sisters themselves were in a very poor state.

Zhao Yi frowned slightly.

Taking the initiative to attack, whether out of self-protection or protecting Lu Runsheng and Yin Meng on the bed, the motivation was worth affirming, and the courage was even more worth praising.

But the problem was, as long as they were a little smarter, they should have been clear that this dead-fall came in... not to harm people.

This was Yin Meng's grandfather. He crawled out of the coffin to visit his granddaughter. What were you two blocking for?

Gritting his teeth, Zhao Yi sighed in his heart: truly two stupid girls.

But in other words, if these two were really smart, Zhao Yi really wouldn't necessarily care about them, and they would lose the effect of being stupid enough to make people's hearts ache.

The dead-fall's hands were placed on Yin Meng's shoulders, pulling Yin Meng outward, making her gradually break away from the peach wood stick that pierced her and Lu Runsheng together.

Yin Meng's eyes gradually opened. After losing Lu Runsheng's help in suppressing, the gray haze in her eye sockets reappeared.

However, in the current environment, all super-standard actions were restrained, and the gray haze in Yin Meng's eyes was soon cleared.

After she completely broke away from the peach wood stick, the first one to lie down was Lu Runsheng. He was severely injured but had been unable to stop; this time, he finally obtained relief and made a snoring sound.

At Yin Meng's wound, fresh blood flowed out. The old man's hand covered it, and the wound was blocked. The effect was good, but not beautiful.

Of course, you can't ask a dead-fall to take aesthetics into account when doing first aid.

After doing this, the dead-fall's hand gently stroked Yin Meng's face.

Yin Meng felt her dream had changed; it was no longer a cold water pool and endless confinement, but she had returned to childhood, when her grandfather was still healthy.

Her father disappeared, her mother left, and her grandfather was busy making coffins and salvaging corpses; he was very busy during the day.

At dusk, when her grandfather returned with his tools, he saw little Yin Meng on the Ghost Street, putting her finger in her mouth, following behind two children holding cotton candy.

Those two children didn't pay much attention to her, only caring about talking to each other and eating cotton candy. Yin Meng took the initiative to talk, and looked at the cotton candy in their hands from time to time.

Parents hate most: the scene of their own child not having something and following behind other children.

Her grandfather beckoned to Yin Meng and shouted: "Mengmeng!"

"Grandpa!"

Yin Meng ran happily toward her grandfather.

Her grandfather held Yin Meng's hand, took her to a shop on the street, took out money, and asked the shopkeeper to make a bigger cotton candy for his granddaughter.

After it was done, her grandfather took it and handed it to Yin Meng.

"Come, Mengmeng, take it, eat."

Yin Meng took the cotton candy, and the huge color blocked her face.

But for a long time, the cotton candy didn't shake, meaning she hadn't eaten it yet.

Her grandfather curiously pushed the cotton candy away gently. Behind it, little Yin Meng was in tears.

"Good girl, why are you crying? Eat quickly, if you don't eat, the wind will blow it away."

Yin Meng could no longer control herself and burst into tears:

"Wu Wu Wu Wu! Grandpa, I shouldn't have treated you as a burden when taking care of you, I shouldn't have sold the shop at home, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

On the day her grandfather died, besides sadness, Yin Meng felt a kind of relief and luck, and then she sold the goods in the shop at a discount without hesitation, and the shop was also transferred.

Following Brother Xiaoyuan to Nantong, besides her grandfather's "last words," more of it was her own desire to escape.

Her grandfather smiled.

"My good girl has cried into a big flower cat."

Her grandfather reached out to wipe his granddaughter's tears.

In reality, in the guesthouse room, Yin Meng, who was lying on the bed with her eyes closed, had tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, and the dead-fall was also helping her wipe them.

Knowing that he was dirty now and had a lot of filth on his body, the dead-fall specifically used the clean back of his fingernails to slowly and gently scrape away her tears.

He was afraid of dirtying her eyes, and even more afraid of hurting her.

Yin Meng in the dream was still crying.

Then, she was held in her grandfather's arms, gently patting her back:

"Our Mengmeng has suffered, our Mengmeng hasn't had it easy."

After hearing this sentence, the tears in Yin Meng's eyes poured out like a broken levee.

What she recalled was not only the scene of her taking care of her grandfather who was bedridden and unconscious since childhood, but also the pressure she felt in the team after leaving Fengdu for Nantong.

She had mediocre qualifications and was in a team led by a genius head and composed of a group of geniuses. That crisis consciousness had accompanied her from the beginning.

She didn't want to be useless, but in terms of formal learning, her progress was really slow. She could only keep trying to take shortcuts to improve her role and value, and time and again when preparing poison, she accidentally poisoned herself... actually, she was also afraid.

But these emotions couldn't be told to Brother Xiaoyuan—even though Brother Xiaoyuan had become more human than at the beginning—and couldn't be told to her companions. After all, her companions had never disliked her for being a burden, and saying these things would seem very pretentious.

The emotions buried in her heart could now only be confided to her grandfather.

Perhaps, this is the reason why children always feel impatient when sweeping graves, but adults are "tireless"—because children's relatives are still alive, but adults' elders are buried in the ground.

Inside the room.

After the dead-fall wiped Yin Meng's tears, he brought his face close to Yin Meng's face.

He started to inhale.

This scene looked very much like an evil spirit absorbing the Yang energy of a living person, but Lin Shu and Zhao Yi outside the door clearly wouldn't think in that direction.

During the absorption process, faint golden light flowed out from Yin Meng and was inhaled by the dead-fall.

Lin Shu: "That is..."

Zhao Yi: "That one placed a curse on the Yin family a long time ago, which has been passed down from generation to generation."

Lin Shu suddenly realized: "No wonder the Yin family is getting worse with each generation, no wonder Mengmeng's talent is so poor; it turns out it's because of this."

Zhao Yi pursed his lips, wanting to say something, but didn't.

Lin Shu noticed it and asked: "Three eyes, what do you want to say?"

Zhao Yi shrugged and opened his mouth: "Actually, things like curses do have an impact on life, lifespan, etc., but setting these aside, if a person carries a curse, it actually helps to stimulate potential and improve cultivation talent and efficiency."

Lin Shu's eyes widened and his mouth opened upon hearing this.

This meant that if there were no Bodhisattva's curse, the Yin family should have been getting worse with each generation, and Yin Meng's already limited talent would be shaved off another layer... wouldn't that be equal to none, and maybe even owing?

Lin Shu: "This, I think it's better not to tell Mengmeng."

Zhao Yi: "Hmm."

In the dream.

Yin Meng, whose emotions had been vented, was eating cotton candy while holding her grandfather's hand.

Her grandfather intended to lead her back to the shop, but was rejected by Mengmeng. She wanted to redeem the shop and then return with her grandfather in the dream.

"Grandpa, I want to play a while longer."

"Good, play a while longer, play a while longer."

Actually, what Yin Meng didn't know was that her grandfather had already returned to the Ghost Street and that shop. In those rows of clothes racks, the coffins of the past were no longer there.

He just lay down in that original position and then got up and left.

He wasn't angry. If he were truly angry, Zhang Chi and Zhang Xiuxiu would definitely be dead already.

On the contrary, he was very gratified, gratified that his granddaughter could say goodbye to the past and rush toward a new life.

The grandfather and granddaughter walked down and arrived at the pier below the Ghost Street.

On the pier, at this hour, there weren't many cargo ships, but there were many passenger ships.

Some people stood at the stern of the ship saying goodbye, relatives stood by the pier seeing them off, and young people traveling far away were the majority.

In this period, "tourism" was a rare term that hadn't become popular yet. Local people called this kind of parting to travel far away: seeking a living.

Her grandfather and Yin Meng sat on the steps, watching people on the pier waving, watching them exhorting, watching them cry.

Accompanied by the ships constantly sailing away, they were separated by water, and before long, they would be separated by mountains, then by different weather, and finally by different dialects.

"Our Mengmeng, seeking a living outside, hasn't had it easy, right?"

"It's very good. I live at Grandpa Li's house. Grandpa Li is a good person, and the food at home is good. And Auntie Liu, she is very good to me and even taught me how to put on makeup to become beautiful!

And our head... our head is very smart, but he never dislikes me for being stupid. When working, he teaches me hand by hand."

"Our Mengmeng, have you talked about a boyfriend?"

"I'm still young."

"Talked or not, there must be a definite word."

Yin Meng started eating the cotton candy in big mouthfuls, not stopping even when it was so sweet it made her throat hoarse.

"Hahahahahaha!"

In reality, the dead-fall looked at Lu Runsheng lying on the bed.

In the dream, her grandfather sighed:

"Talk to an honest boy, live a steady life, don't follow the old path of your father and mother, suffering yourself and suffering the child."

The sky gradually darkened, and there was no one on the pier.

Her grandfather stood up and walked down, walked into the water.

Yin Meng followed and stood by the pier, shouting: "Grandpa, when will you come back to see me again?"

Her grandfather turned around in the water. The water surface had already submerged his neck, leaving only his head. Under the night, the water surface rippled, making his face gradually become dark and blurry, but his voice was still loud:

"Our descendants are not up to the mark, losing the face of the ancestors, but no matter what, the ancestors must still be recognized.

Someone wants to occupy our ancestral grave; even if we are not up to the mark, we must pick up our tools and fight them!"

Her grandfather disappeared.

The dream woke up.

In reality, Yin Meng leaned back and fell down, her head landing right on Lu Runsheng's chest, and then she fell into a deep sleep.

Lu Runsheng's snoring sound became much smaller.

The dead-fall turned around and walked toward the door. He walked out of the room, ignored Zhao Yi and Lin Shu at the door, passed through the corridor, and then went down the stairs.

All the ancestors were waiting for him on the river beach. He had to return to gather. Others didn't come out of the coffins; only he came out, not because he had any special privileges,

but because only he still had attachments in this world.

On the second floor, the closer Li Li Zhuiyuan walked to the door of Old Zhai's room, the stronger the sense of trance in his consciousness became. The surrounding environment was for a moment a temple with solemn Dharma images, and for a moment a gloomy and terrifying underworld.

The conversion frequency constantly accelerated. In the end, it made the young man feel compassion in the underworld and perceive ferocity and suppression in the temple.

Finally, the young man successfully stood at the door of the room, and everything finally settled.

His body instantly became terrifyingly heavy, and the sense of lethargy in his thinking was even stronger; his whole person was tottering.

He arduously raised his hand to try to push the door. Using all his strength, he only pushed open a tiny crack.

Intermittent sounds came from inside, each one exploding in his mind like thunder.

Li Li Zhuiyuan used all his strength to forcibly fill in and translate the dialogue from this thunder:

"Didn't expect that all these years, the real you had actually been outside the Yin Office."

"Hmm, outside."

"Since you've come out, then I'm going in."

"You... can you get in?"

"You are counting on a child that even the Heavenly Dao won't allow to come of age to block me?"

"This child is not just someone the Heavenly Dao won't allow to come of age."

"Hmm?"

"This child is also the... direct disciple of my Yin Changsheng."

(End of chapter)