Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 302

The afternoon sun shone through the window and into the room, draping over the shoulders of the boy and girl by the bed.

The boy held the girl's hand with one hand, while he gently shook out the powder with his other hand, spreading it evenly over the wound on the girl's palm.

Li Zhuiyuan was very careful when applying the medicine. Although he knew that A Li wouldn't even flinch because of this kind of pain, he still felt sorry for her.

Even though he had just experienced the feeling of being almost melted away not long ago, he could endure the pain that fell on him and could not take it seriously afterwards.

After bandaging the wound, the boy tied a delicate knot on the back of the girl's hand.

The girl placed the back of her hand in front of her face and examined it carefully.

"Don't keep this. Whether it's me or Aunt Liu changing the dressing, you must agree to have it opened."

The girl nodded.

The door to the east room was pushed open, and Li Zhuiyuan and A Li came out.

Liu Yumei squinted, enjoying the breeze that had cooled the countryside.

When A-Li suddenly hid inside the house today, Liu Yumei wasn't flustered at all. She knew that Xiao Yuan would definitely be able to bring her granddaughter out again.

Back when she was in seclusion in a secret realm of the Liu family, that old dog huffed and puffed as he broke through the barrier, covered in blood and barely clinging to life. He came to her with a grin, then collapsed.

It's as if they risked their lives just to see me, hoping to stage an accident.

Young people may be skilled at playing games in a refined and varied way, but when it comes to playing games big and having fun, you have to look to the older generation.

Li Weihan arrived on his bicycle, and Li Zhuiyuan went to greet him.

"grandfather."

"Young Marquis Yuan, you're back."

"Well, I'm back."

"Is it hard working out there?"

"It's not hard."

How is your great-grandfather's health?

"Fortunately."

"I'm going upstairs to check on your great-grandfather."

"Grandpa, Great-Grandpa just went to sleep."

"Oh. Well, didn't a small acrobatic troupe come to our village a while ago? I think they stayed at your great-grandfather's place. There was a very handsome young man in it, do you know him?"

"I know him. Grandpa, what do you need him for?"

"Lord Ying was sick today. He cured someone with acupuncture. When I wanted to thank him, I found that he was missing. I asked your grandmother to go to town to buy meat. I want to invite him over for dinner tonight. Where is he? Come with me to invite him. Little Marquis, you can also have dinner at home tonight."

"Sir, you should go back first. I'll go and deliver your message."

Are you sure you can get them?

"can."

"it is good."

Li Weihan rode his bicycle home.

Lin Shuyou had just finished showering by the well and was walking towards this place while drying his hair:

"Brother Xiaoyuan, I'll go and inform Three-Eyes for you."

Li Zhuiyuan looked at Lin Shuyou and asked, "Do you know where he is?"

"Uh, where else could it be? Shouldn't we be visiting Old Tian at Big Beard's house?"

"He won't go."

"Huh? Where could he have run off to..."

"If you go, the consequences will be dire."

"Then..." Lin Shuyou continued to rub his hair vigorously, he didn't understand.

"I'll go check on Big Beard's house."

Li Zhuiyuan arrived at the kitchen door and said to Aunt Liu, who was busy inside, "Aunt Liu, please prepare some things for me. I'm going to take them to my grandparents' house."

"it is good."

Aunt Liu wiped her hands on her apron, and then, like a general, began to assign tasks.

A basket of freshly pickled salted duck eggs, a bag of meatballs fried yesterday, and a piece of smoked bacon.

Considering that the locals were not used to the smoky flavor, Aunt Liu replaced the cured pork with fish paste that had just been made that day.

Before Li Zhuiyuan and the others were to return, Aunt Liu would prepare the dishes in advance, much like an ordinary family would prepare a large feast. The main difference was that Runsheng and the others had an astonishing appetite.

I buy bottles and jars from the mall and send them over. My grandparents won't open them to eat; they'll just keep them and then give them away as gifts.

Although these duck egg meatballs will eventually end up in the mouths of the siblings, the grandparents can also have a bite.

Li Sanjiang once told Li Zhuiyuan, "Don't try to change a person, especially an older one. After you've fulfilled your responsibilities, just let him be."

Actually, it was Li Sanjiang who couldn't let it go, and it was also Li Sanjiang who scolded the old couple the most. Li Zhuiyuan... always took it all in stride.

"Aunt Liu, please give us an estimate for these items, and we'll settle the payment with Brother Binbin."

"Ok?"

“My great-grandfather doesn’t like sending things to my grandparents’ house, I’m doing this for convenience.”

"Okay, got it."

Lin Shuyou: "Hey, where's Brother Bin? I haven't seen him since he came back?"

Aunt Liu: "Zhuangzhuang is studying and reviewing his lessons in the workshop at the back. I just went to bring him some cantaloupe."

Upon hearing this, Lin Shuyou immediately ran towards the back of the house, shouting as he ran:
"Brother Bin, you were studying secretly without telling me!"

The two large baskets were quite heavy, but Li Zhuiyuan lifted them steadily. A Li was also carrying two small tool baskets, and they walked down the dam together with the boy.

As soon as they arrived at the bearded man's house, Xiao Yingying came over and reached out to take the basket from the boy's hand.

"This is what I'm taking with me."

Xiao Yingying nodded and turned to leave.

Li Zhuiyuan put down the basket and walked up to Lao Tiantou.

Benben, who was pretending to be asleep, secretly opened his eyes, glanced at the person who came and saw that it was Li Zhuiyuan, and then immediately closed his eyes again and pretended to be asleep.

Old Tian's eyes were filled with anxious pleading for help, not for himself, but for the young man to save his master.

Li Zhuiyuan did not help Old Tian remove the restriction, but let him continue fanning.

Immediately afterwards, the boy and girl walked down the dam, each taking a small shovel, and began to tend to the medicinal herb garden.

The medicinal seeds I planted before my last trip are growing well, mainly because this place truly is a "paradise on earth," and the rapid growth of medicinal herbs gives one a great sense of accomplishment.

As they planted, peach blossoms drifted in.

"Ah Li, I'm going in for a bit."

Ah Li nodded and continued to focus on the medicinal seedlings in front of her.

Li Zhuiyuan put down the shovel, reached out and caught two peach blossoms, rubbed them, and found that the petals were exceptionally moist, as if he had washed his hands.

Then, the boy walked into the peach grove.

Without any obstruction, the journey was smooth, and soon Li Zhuiyuan heard the desperate, soul-wrenching scream.

Physical exhaustion and a voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, but the wailing and lashing of the soul grew ever clearer.

Arriving at the small pond, Li Zhuiyuan saw Zhao Yi hanging there, his body whipped beyond recognition.

Young Master Zhao certainly didn't expect to receive such a warm welcome on his first day back in Nantong.

Qing'an was painting, and Li Zhuiyuan stood to its side.

The painting depicts landscapes and follows an artistic style. Before it was finished, it looked like a chaotic mess.

The whip continued to lash as Li Zhuiyuan intently watched others paint, as if he were learning techniques.

After a short while, Qing'an spoke first:

"He is very arrogant."

Li Zhuiyuan: "He shouldn't be that stupid. Could it be that the face has taken over his body and he was attracted to this peach grove?"

The boy believed in Zhao Yi's intelligence. Even if he was momentarily unaware and happily came to see Old Tian, ​​he would surely realize that he couldn't go in when he arrived at the bearded man's door.

"Are you here to plead for mercy?"

“You let me in. Besides, if he hadn’t treated one of my sisters today, and my grandparents hadn’t wanted to invite him to their house for dinner, I wouldn’t have cared where he went today.”

"They're still pleading for mercy."

Qing'an put down his paintbrush and tapped his fingertips on the empty jar beside him.

Outside on the dam, Xiao Yingying placed the two jars of wine she had just bought that day on the offering table and lit incense and candles.

The wine jar beside Qing'an slowly filled with wine.

He picked up the wine jar, tilted his head back, and took several large gulps.

People like them really enjoy the feeling of drinking half and spilling the other half when they're drinking.

"If you've only come here today to beg me to let him go, I'll hang you up and whip you along with me."

The wine tank is full; it needs good snacks to go with it.

Li Zhuiyuan said, "Wei Zhengdao looked down on Buddhism back then."

Qing An nodded: "That's right, he thinks Sun Baishen is an idiot."

Li Zhuiyuan: "This time, the Bodhisattva has been dragged into the underworld and suppressed."

Qing'an: "Hehe."

silence.

Qing An patted the rim of the jar: "Is this how you're going to get rid of me this time?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

Above their heads, peach branches swayed, as if about to fall and tie the boy up to receive the same treatment as Zhao Yi.

Qing An: "I really will take action."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I know."

Hanging up that guy who looks a lot like Wei Zhengdao and giving him a good beating would be a very happy thing for Qing An.

The peach branches twined around the boy's wrists and ankles, and another one slowly climbed up to his neck.

Qing An: "It seems we really haven't gained anything this time?"

Li Zhuiyuan: Yes.

Qing'an: "Then tell me."

Li Zhuiyuan: "If you don't want to talk about it, I'll wait to bring it to you in exchange for something."

Qing An: "You think this guy isn't worth you bringing him food and drinks in exchange?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It's not a question of whether we're a good match or not, it's that we don't need to. I've already figured that out."

Qing'an: "You've made great progress."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Thank you."

Qing An: "But you are clearly unaffected by the Black Book's secret techniques, so why are you still spending time studying its 'toxicity'?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "In the past, even if I did nothing, I wouldn't be affected by this secret technique, but now I am affected by it, only I have found a way to deal with its 'toxicity'."

Qing'an: "Oh?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "This has always been my pursuit, and I am completely unaffected by it. It is not something I like. Now that I can be influenced by it, it is actually a form of self-affirmation."

I think that when Wei Zhengdao created this secret technique, he initially thought the same as I did, believing it was tailor-made for him.

Later, he probably realized that this magic, in a certain sense, was actually a mockery of people like us.

On some future day when he sought suicide, he probably also longed to be poisoned to death by the 'toxicity' of this technique, even if the process would be worse than death.

"You mean, Wei Zhengdao once envied my current wretched appearance?"

“Back then, I also envied my friends. What I needed to perform was their genuine emotions in their daily lives.”

Qing'an raised the wine jar.

Li Zhuiyuan continued, "Perhaps this is why I chose them to be my partners, to spend every day with them and face the storms together."

"Heh, hehe, hahahahahahaha."

"Crashing... crashing..."

The whole jar of wine was wasted in one go.

With a "clang," the wine jar was set down.

Qing'an lifted his long sleeves, which were damp with wine, and glanced at the painting in front of him.

Infused with the aroma of alcohol, the originally chaotic painting fully blossomed, revealing a profound, vast, and lofty artistic conception.

Qing'an: "You mean you're hiding a snack to go with your drinks?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes."

Qing'an: "But I just had a good time. You're just like him. Even if you just make up a few words on the spot, you can make me laugh."

In the eyes of people like you, is someone like me someone who can be easily manipulated and is worthless?

Li Zhuiyuan: "Who would deliberately try to make those worthless people happy?"

Upon hearing this, Qing'an lowered his head and let out a wistful sigh.

After a long while, it raised its hand.

The whipping of Zhao Yi was stopped, and he was wrapped up in peach branches and carried behind Qing An.

With a "splat," Zhao Yi knelt down, his bloodied and mangled face pressed against Qing An's palm.

At this moment, Zhao Yi was completely limp from the blows, especially his soul, which was on the verge of dissipation.

"Oooo!"

A terrifying suction force came, and Zhao Yi let out another soul-wrenching howl.

This time, a second voice appeared; it was Su Luo's.

Su Luo's face first appeared on Zhao Yi's face, then transferred to his soul, and finally flowed into Qing An's palm.

What was pulled out was not only Su Luo's face, but also the side effect of Zhao Yi using the Black Book Secret Technique, which was based on the arrangement left by Li Zhuiyuan last time.

Moreover, this side effect was deliberately amplified by the Emperor.

Qing'an: "How did he anger that person?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "He scolded that person for being 'shameless' and even gave that person a pair of rotten, lazy dogs."

Qing An: "Oh? This kid is actually so brave?"

When he followed Wei Zhengdao, Qing'an had seen real storms, but even so, he was still surprised that Zhao Yi, with his current strength, had the courage to insult that person so blatantly.

Li Zhuiyuan: "He's not lacking in courage."

Qing An: "But if that's the case, he has no chance of returning here alive."

Li Zhuiyuan: "The main reason is me; he was implicated because of me."

Qing'an: "He didn't lose out; he ate his fill this time."

After saying that, Qing An flicked his hand, and Su Luo's face was flung onto a peach tree in front of him.

The face began to wriggle, as if it were somewhat unaccustomed to its new body.

Qing An reached out and beckoned with his finger, and the next moment, Su Luo walked out of the tree.

At first, he was just an ordinary wooden figure. Gradually, he became more and more refined. Not only did his body revert to the appearance of the tomb owner, but even his skin color became the same.

Qing'an: "Can you draw?"

Su Luo: "Yes."

Do you know how to play chess?

"Yes." "Can you play the zither?"

"meeting."

Do you drink alcohol?

"No, I can't hold my liquor, but I like to get drunk."

Qing An patted Zhao Yi's face with her fingers.

Zhao Yi's whole body swayed, like a piece of aspic that would tremble all over if tapped in one spot with a spoon.

"Forget the feeling when you used that secret technique. I can only help you this once. Physical addiction can be cured, but psychological addiction is hard to get rid of. Guess why I've kept myself sealed away all this time?"

Qing'an beckoned, and peach blossoms fell, completely covering Zhao Yi.

After the peach blossoms turned into water and dispersed, the bloody mess disappeared, and Zhao Yi returned to normal.

Li Zhuiyuan said to Qing'an, "Thank you."

This thank you should be mentioned.

Because Li Zhuiyuan could see that Qing'an had only helped Zhao Yi recover superficially; in fact, such a serious injury had not been healed at all, it was just a matter of covering the surface with a layer of paper.

The reason is probably that Li Zhuiyuan mentioned earlier that he was going to take Zhao Yi to his grandparents' house for dinner tonight.

Qing'an waved his hand and said, "The dish you left for me to have with my drinks will be served again in a few days. The small cold dish you made just now is enough for me to have with several drinks."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Yes, I understand."

Peach Grove began to reject them.

Li Zhuiyuan reached out and dragged Zhao Yi along, using the wind blowing through the peach grove to easily walk outside.

"Ah~"

Zhao Yi woke up and staggered to his feet.

"Li, you can't understand how I feel right now. Let's not even talk about the pain. I feel like a jellyfish that's been washed ashore. If the sun shines on me for a while, I'll melt."

Li Zhuiyuan: "I understand, because I was truly melted by it."

Zhao Yi: "When?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "After you all die on Ghost Street."

Zhao Yi: "Why didn't you mention this when you were telling us about it?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Do we need to mention such trivial details?"

Zhao Yi: "I should mention it. Who knows if you'll deliberately omit some important points, and then later ask me, 'Why didn't you ask?'"

"You should take good care of your injuries. If I hadn't beaten you up like that, Su Luo's face would never have been recovered." Li Zhuiyuan looked at the offering table that Xiao Yingying had set up on the dam. "Shouldn't you go and thank them?"

"Actually, I already knew he was treating me, and I thanked him, but I was in so much pain at the time that I couldn't help but add some interjections when I thanked him."

"Pack yourself up, change your clothes, and come with me to my grandparents' house for dinner. My grandfather specifically asked me to invite you."

"Hey Li, if I hadn't happened to treat your cousin or something today, would you still be noticing I'm missing tonight?"

"will not."

"At least you have some conscience."

"I won't even notice tomorrow night."

"Hahaha!"

"Young Master, Young Master, Young Master!"

Old Tiantou was released from his restraints and jumped off the dam, charging towards Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi was seriously injured and unable to dodge, so he could only urge Li Zhuiyuan, "Hey Li, hurry up and stop Lao Tian for me."

Li Zhuiyuan did not move.

Old Tian excitedly hugged Zhao Yi, and then the two of them fell down together in the medicinal herb field.

Zhao Yi rolled his eyes in pain.

Old Tian asked in surprise, "Young Master, has your illness flared up again?"

Old Tian was all too familiar with this boneless, supple symptom.

"Old Tian...come down...come down."

"okay."

Old Tian came down immediately.

Li Zhuiyuan: "In the last wave, he was left with a curse, which has just been removed, so he is a bit weak now."

Old Tian: "So that's how it is, young master. I didn't know that just now. I'm so sorry."

Li Zhuiyuan walked to A Li's side, where A Li was still carefully tending to a spiritual herb that looked like a peony.

"After I finish eating at my grandparents' house, I'll come pick you up and we'll go back together."

Ah Li nodded.

Li Zhuiyuan knew that if he took her hand, she would go to her grandparents' house for dinner with him, but A-Li didn't like that kind of environment.

Zhao Yi got up from the ground and was helped by Old Tian to go inside to change his clothes.

"Young master, this watch?"

"If you like it, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you, Master."

"You also have injuries."

"Young Master, I'm fine, just a minor injury."

"Don't be so impulsive next time. If I'm still alive but come out to find you dead, that would be so boring. I'm counting on you to continue serving me."

“Young Master, your illness is cured and you’ve grown up. You don’t need me to take care of you anymore.”

"I'm not going to have children in the future?"

"That should be decided by the master and madam..."

Zhao Yi's gaze turned slightly cold as he said, "They are not as fortunate as you; they won't outlive you."

When they reached the dam, Zhao Yi saw that Li Zhuiyuan and the girl were still squatting there, so he said to Old Tiantou, "It's getting dark, go and help light a lamp."

"Young master, there's no need to turn on the lights..."

Fireflies flew out of the peach grove and gathered around Ah Li, illuminating the way for her to continue tending the herb garden.

Zhao Yi: "People are different after all."

Although Zhao Yi had been severely whipped earlier, when he vaguely heard the man under the peach grove say that he wanted to hang up the man surnamed Li and whip him too, Zhao Yi thought to himself:

"Go ahead and hit him! If you hit him, I'll change my surname to yours!"

As a result, despite seemingly coming up with a lot of reasons, they simply refused to smoke.

Hey, even with peach branches covering you, you still couldn't hang up, tsk!
When it came to me before, how decisive he was! He would just lift me up and the whip would come on, lashing and thrusting without hesitation.

Saying things like "I'm so much like you" or "I am the past you, and you are the future me"—pfft! Your favoritism is written all over your face. You deserve to be kept being fooled.

Of course, these thoughts were just muttered in his mind to vent his frustration. Zhao Yi was still very grateful to the person under the peach grove, especially this time, as that person had really helped him get rid of a major hidden danger.

Li Zhuiyuan walked onto the dam.

Zhao Yi walked up to the two baskets and asked, "Shall I help you carry them?"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded.

Zhao Yi: "I was just being polite. I don't dare to exert any force right now, for fear that the peach skin will break and scare your grandparents."

Li Zhuiyuan bent down, picked up the two baskets, and walked outside.

Zhao Yi followed behind.

Watching the two figures disappear into the distance, Old Tian couldn't help but sigh inwardly:
It's puzzling. Our young master used to be such a smart and spirited person, but ever since he met this boy, he's been manipulated and seriously injured every time. Yet, every time the boy says something, the young master will still follow him happily, as if he's being tricked into doing it.

When they arrived at Li Weihan's house, his grandparents greeted them warmly.

Seeing what Li Zhuiyuan was carrying, Cui Guiying hesitated to take it, while Li Weihan frowned and said:

“Young Marquis Yuan, your great-grandfather is ill and we haven’t brought him anything good to visit him. How can we let you bring us things from his house again?”

“Grandpa, I bought this with my internship salary from Aunt Liu. How could my great-grandfather agree to me giving you things from home? He’s afraid of feeding you ‘ungrateful wretches’.”

That's a bit too honest and frank.

Fortunately, Tiger and the others were all inside and hadn't come out; there were only four people outside.

That's the main point; that's the most effective way to say it. Li Zhuiyuan wanted to skip this back-and-forth shirking of responsibility.

As expected, Li Weihan and Cui Guiying looked embarrassed and had no choice but to accept the gifts.

Li Weihan: "Our little Marquis Yuan has made something of himself and is quite capable."

Cui Guiying: "Yes, the boy is filial, just like his mother."

"Pfft..."

Zhao Yi couldn't help but laugh when he heard this, mainly because he didn't dare to hold it in for fear of breaking the skin on the corner of his mouth.

Grandma's words didn't make Li Zhuiyuan feel uncomfortable.

The main reason was that her four uncles were so outrageous, which made Li Lan seem exceptionally filial.

There were already quite a few dishes on the table, and Cui Guiying continued cooking, preparing one more dish and one soup.

Zhao Yi began to follow the formalities, declining Li Weihan's invitation to sit down and drink first, while repeatedly telling Cui Guiying: "There's already so much food, we can't eat any more, don't cook any more."

The children all gathered around the table, looking at the dishes and eagerly awaiting the meal.

Li Zhuiyuan walked into the inner room and saw Yingzi sitting under the desk lamp studying.

"Young Marquis Yuan!"

Yingzi was very happy to see Li Zhuiyuan. She had been so focused that she hadn't known he was there.

Yingzi hugged Li Zhuiyuan tightly at first, but then she hugged him tighter and tighter.

This goes beyond the scope of a sibling relationship.

Almost any college entrance exam candidate, upon seeing the provincial top scorer appear before them before entering the exam hall, would excitedly hug this walking mascot.

After they parted, Li Zhuiyuan saw a large bowl on Yingzi's desk, with traces of red still inside.

Locals don't eat chicken blood because it's believed to cause internal heat. As for cold chicken blood salad, some people consider it a delicacy, while others find it frightening.

This must have been a folk remedy Zhao Yi prescribed for Yingzi, and Yingzi actually finished it all. For her now, the obsession with the college entrance exam was enough to overwhelm everything else.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up Yingzi's mock exam paper and looked at it. The score was only average, the kind that could be passed if you were lucky and failed if you were unlucky. This was even with Yingzi putting in more effort than others.

The reason I was able to help Tan Wenbin with his revision was because he was able to handle pressure and had a strong learning ability. However, if I used the same method on Yingzi, she would break down because she wouldn't see any obvious positive feedback.

"You can pass the exam, sis."

Li Zhuiyuan could only relieve Yingzi's stress and make the mascot a little more effective tool.

"Yeah, I feel really energetic right now, and I'm sure I can give it my all during the exam!"

Yingzi clenched her fists, as if she were making a vow.

As Liangliang said, universities will definitely expand their enrollment in the future, but college students today are still very valuable, and getting into university can indeed directly change a person's destiny.

The food was served. Before eating, Li Zhuiyuan took a bowl, filled it with some food, put it in a basket, and then covered it with an empty bowl to keep it warm.

The dinner table became quite lively afterwards.

Zhao Yi was very obliging and shared his experiences from his travels, which captivated not only adults but also children.

Even Yingzi, after finishing her meal, didn't rush off the table to go back to studying as usual, but listened for a while longer.

Li Zhuiyuan noticed that Yingzi's gaze towards Zhao Yi carried a hint of admiration.

It's perfectly normal to develop feelings for someone who has "saved" you, who is also handsome and witty.

However, in the latter part of the meal, Zhao Yi talked about his "four sons" and "two wives," which surprised Li Weihan and Cui Guiying, and also nipped the girl's budding romantic feelings in the bud.

After finishing his meal, Li Zhuiyuan carried the basket back to Big Beard's house.

"Ah Li, dinner's ready."

After Ah Li washed her hands, she sat with the boy on the edge of the medicinal herb field.

Li Zhuiyuan took the food out of the basket. Since there was no table, he held it up so the girl could easily pick up the food.

The fireflies around were spaced at just the right distance, maintaining their brightness without disturbing the surroundings.

After they finished eating, Li Zhuiyuan took the girl's hand and led her home, then escorted her back to the east room.

In the coffin in the living room, only Runsheng was sleeping, snoring loudly.

A faint light shone from the coffins of Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou.

The two of them were pretending to be asleep, but in reality they were studying by lamplight inside the coffin.

Upon reaching the second floor, Li Zhuiyuan saw his grandfather slumped over in a rattan chair.

"Grandpa?"

"I slept too long during the day and I'm not sleepy now, so I came out for some fresh air. Little Marquis, is Marquis Ying sick?"

"Well, it's ready."

“I have some money in my drawer. Take some and buy her some malted milk powder or something to help her brain. Don’t tell her it was a gift from me.”

"Ok."

The evening breeze ruffled Grandpa's hair. When a person is sick, their hair tends to look more disheveled and weak, like fluffy straw.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't plan to wait until tonight to see if he would dream about it. In front of his great-grandfather, the boy went downstairs and got paint and candles.

Upon entering his grandfather's house, Li Zhuiyuan began drawing a fortune-changing formation.

The boy had images of array formations drawn by his great-grandfather in his mind, and there were many different ones.

However, Li Zhuiyuan did not choose one set to replicate, but rather the most standard set in the book.

Judging from Li Zhuiyuan's current mastery of formations, this standard formation was wrong from the start; it had underlying structural problems and could not possibly operate successfully.

Either the author who copied the formation into the "Golden Sand Luo Scripture" made a mistake during the transcription, or this fortune-changing formation simply requires luck to operate successfully.

Just as he finished painting and lit the candles, the old man slowly walked back, supporting his back. Seeing this scene, he frowned and asked:

"Young Marquis Yuan, what are you doing?"

"Grandpa, haven't you been feeling unwell lately? I'll do what you used to do and try to change your luck."

"Young Marquis Yuan, you're supposed to be a college student, how could you believe in such feudal superstitions?"

"Believe it or not, it's all drawn. Trying it won't take any trouble."

"I'm almost in my grave, how could I possibly change your luck? It's bad luck, don't mess around."

"Grandpa, do you remember what you said about my grandparents? The younger generation should happily accept the respect and care shown to them, so that the younger generation can also be happy."

Li Sanjiang was speechless for a moment before nodding and saying, "Alright, I'll do as you say."

"Grandpa, let me help you sit down first, just like we used to."

With Li Zhuiyuan's help, Li Sanjiang slowly sat down in the formation, but he couldn't sit completely still; he had to stick his butt out a little.

"Grandpa, wait a moment, I'll go downstairs to get a piece of yellow paper."

Li Zhuiyuan walked out of the room.

A relieved smile appeared on Li Sanjiang's weak face:
“I know your filial piety, but my dear Lord Yuan, all I want is for you to be happy. Whether it’s true or not, whether it works out or not, I will never take anything from you. I’m just afraid I can’t give you enough…”

As he spoke, Li Sanjiang deliberately wiped away a corner of the formation with his hand, then picked up the paint placed beside him and casually smeared it back on. Finally, he put the paint box and paintbrush back in their places to make sure that the boy would not notice anything amiss when he returned.

After causing the destruction, Li Sanjiang breathed a sigh of relief, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

"Hey, that definitely won't work."

Li Zhuiyuan stood with his back against the wall by the doorway; he did not go downstairs.

The boy casually tossed his hand, and a delicate piece of yellow paper appeared in his palm.

"Yes, that should definitely work."

(End of this chapter)