Corpse Retriever.

Chapter 338

Every day before dawn, Uncle Qin would carry his hoe and go to the fields.

The main reason is that Uncle Qin is also responsible for delivering goods to his family during the day, so the work in the fields has to be done in the morning and evening.

When Runsheng was at home, he would also go to the fields with Uncle Qin.

Every day, Xiong Shan would arrive at the designated time, carrying his farm tools.

For Xiong Shan, having experienced the ups and downs on the river, this secluded rural life was a kind of enjoyment. Moreover, he was able to work in the fields with Lord Qin Li every day, and more importantly, he was farming Li Sanjiang's fields.

Recently, although Uncle Qin still lets Runsheng come along as usual, he doesn't let Runsheng work with him, and just lets Runsheng stand in the field.

Runsheng is very obedient. He stands when told to, not to be lazy, but because he often can't control the force in his hands. Even when he's just hoeing weeds, he can accidentally make a hole, and his farm tools are frequently damaged.

Other people's farm tools can be repaired and passed down through generations, but Li Sanjiang's farm tools have all been replaced with new ones recently.

Xiong Shan yawned.

He not only got up early to farm, but also farmed all night.

The morning breeze blew, stirring up some grass clippings. Xiong Shan wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, then froze.

Runsheng, who had been standing there, began to sway.

At first, he thought Runsheng was just stretching his body after standing for a long time, but as someone who had once been a figure on the river, he immediately realized something was wrong.

With each sway of Runsheng's body, he avoided the grass clippings that should have been blown onto him.

It's hard to imagine that someone of such a large build could display such exquisite agility.

What puzzled Xiong Shan even more was that he noticed Runsheng's face also showed confusion.

It was as if this operation was not under Runsheng's control.

The wind picked up again, blowing more grass clippings, which slowed Runsheng's swaying.

He didn't open his valves, but by combining with the wind, he guided out a little airflow to cut through the grass clippings inside, thus keeping himself "clean".

Xiong Shan's eyes widened; the sight of Zhang Fei embroidering was truly astonishing.

Back at the General's Tomb, Xiong Shan had witnessed Runsheng's battle scenes. He relied on secret methods to stimulate his potential and gain a rapid increase in strength, taking a straightforward approach.

Admittedly, it has been quite a while since Xiong Shan withdrew from the second lamp ceremony, and Runsheng has gone through many trials and tribulations with that person. Even if it were purely through merit-based blessings, Runsheng's improvement would be significant. However, no matter how much he improves, there shouldn't be such a radical change in his personal path.

But Runsheng has done it now.

Xiong Shan could hardly imagine how terrifying a guy with a strong physique and terrifying power would be if he also possessed such profound movement techniques and moves.

A piece of grass got stuck on Runsheng.

Runsheng stopped, looked down, and stared at the small green spot on his chest.

Just now, he was simply instinctively replicating the reaction he had during class that evening.

But it was still not enough; he always felt that his improvement had hit a bottleneck.

Logically, he should strive to think, summarize, and constantly try to break through, but unfortunately, "thinking" is just too difficult for him.

He could sense that attending classes every day was a huge pressure for Xiao Yuan.

He hoped to achieve a satisfactory result, otherwise he would feel sorry for Xiao Yuan's efforts and would not want Xiao Yuan to continue to suffer.

Uncle Qin was working, unlike Xiong Shan who stood there watching.

Just then, on the village road ahead, a young father rode by on a bicycle, with a little boy carrying a schoolbag sitting on each of the front and back bars.

Young father: "Erhou, you should learn from your brother. Look at the score you got, aren't you ashamed?"

The younger brother, sitting in the back seat, ignored his father's nagging and happily blew on the dandelion he had just picked, having a great time.

The father and his two sons quickly drove away.

Uncle Qin put down his farm tools, looked at Xiong Shan, and said, "Knowing that you're not smart enough and not cut out for studying, it's good that you've come to terms with it early."

Xiong Shan was somewhat puzzled. Why was the usually taciturn Lord Qin Li suddenly so interested in commenting on passersby? What kind of remarks were these?

However, Xiong Shan soon realized that these words were not actually spoken to him.

Behind him, Runsheng, who was feeling dejected, frowned slightly upon hearing this, his eyes showing seriousness. Then his brows relaxed, and his gaze returned to its usual calm.

Yes, my grandfather told me a long time ago that I should listen to wise people.

He had never seen anyone as smart as his own son, Xiao Yuan.

So, during class, just do what Xiaoyuan tells you to do.

Why worry about hitting a bottleneck or being anxious about your results?
Is that something I should be considering?
Xiao Yuan knows his own limitations.
It was my fault.

How can you bring your brain to class!
The thought was completely clear at that moment.

Even the physical instincts that I wasn't used to before, after I completely relaxed, allowed me to understand the true meaning of following my feelings.

Another gentle breeze blew by, still carrying some grass clippings.

But this time, Runsheng took a step forward and avoided this gust of wind.

Along with it, the obsession in my heart was also left behind.

Bend down, pick up the hoe, and Runsheng starts working. He moves quickly and efficiently, without digging a hole in the ground or damaging his farm tools.

Xiong Shan blinked. He felt that Runsheng was different, but he didn't know exactly what had changed.

He knew that his talent had long since reached its limit.

If his son were grown up and helping him weed, he would be able to understand what he was doing. When they got home for breakfast, he might even be able to explain it to his father.

Xiong Shan couldn't help but think: Son, you need to grow up quickly. These free insights and guidance are such a waste to your father.

"Time for breakfast."

Aunt Liu's voice wasn't loud, and the field was quite far from her home, but every notification she sent was delivered precisely.

Uncle Qin tossed the farm tools in his hand to Runsheng, telling him to go back first. The village was going to organize the repair of irrigation canals soon, and he had to go and check on the canals ahead.

Runsheng took his farm tools and left.

Xiong Shan followed Uncle Qin to the old irrigation canal.

Uncle Qin squatted down, covered his chest with his hand, let out a muffled groan, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Standing to the side, Xiong Shan felt as if he heard a beast's roar, which startled him.

Coming to his senses, he lowered his head and looked at Lord Qin Li.

It must have been Lord Qin Li who was injured just now, which caused his disguise as an ordinary person to be broken for a moment, and his true aura to leak out.

Intentionally helping one's own people on the river will inevitably lead to karmic retribution.

Sometimes it's easy to fool the way of Heaven, but that depends on the person.

Most of the time, trying to fool the will of Heaven is wishful thinking.

Even though Uncle Qin used the previous story of the three fathers and sons as a starting point, and it was a reflection he made on Xiong Shan, he still couldn't avoid it.

Back then, Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu were Runsheng and Yinmeng's teachers, one teaching them the "Qin Family Dragon-Watching Method" and the other teaching them poison techniques.

After that teaching session, both Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu suffered the consequences. Uncle Qin encountered a crisis and was seriously injured while on a mission; Aunt Liu was tormented by the dishes made by Yin Meng and became emaciated.

But at that time, Runsheng and Yinmeng had just followed Xiaoyuan to the river and were not strong, so Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu could still withstand these backlashes.

Moreover, this was a price that had been anticipated long ago, and it was the old lady's timely compensation for Xiao Yuan's lamp spontaneously combusting and his hasty departure from the river.

just now……

"puff……"

The blood that was thought to be suppressed eventually gushed out.

It spilled into the ditch in front of us, turning the area crimson.

"Lord Qin Li..."

Just as Xiong Shan was about to express his concern, he noticed that Uncle Qin was smiling.

"This kid has improved so quickly."

Although they don't usually address each other as master and apprentice, Runsheng has always regarded Uncle Qin as his teacher.

Through the intensity of the backlash he suffered, Uncle Qin was able to clearly perceive Run Sheng's current level of strength.

Even though he vomited blood, he still felt gratified.

"Lord Qin Li, are you alright?"

Xiong Shan tried to help Uncle Qin up, but Uncle Qin gently pushed him away.

"I'm fine, I'll be fine after some rest."

"Lord Qin Li, you are so good to Runsheng."

"He's one of our own."

"Yes, that's right, you're absolutely right."

Uncle Qin looked at Xiong Shan and said very seriously, "Your son is also family."

"hey-hey."

Xiong Shan grinned from ear to ear, not daring to be reserved or modest, not even daring to say "How dare I," for fear that the other party would take it seriously.

The nickname "Benben" was given to him by Xiaoyuan, who is the future... and even now, he is considered the legal head of the Qin and Liu families.

Therefore, according to old customs, Benben is at least a disciple of the Qin and Liu families, and it is not an exaggeration to call him "one of our own".

In addition, that child's spirituality is almost visible to the naked eye; no martial arts force would refuse to let a child with such talent join them.

Uncle Qin was concerned about the future of the family. Although Xiao Yuan was still young, he was already a member of this generation.

The next generation of that family are Xiaoyuan and Ali's future children, and Benben and his children now.

The reason it's "them" is because after sending Tan Wenbin's two vengeful infants to "reincarnate" at Big Beard's house that night, Xiao Yuan returned home and brought the two vengeful infants back to the second-floor terrace.

Unless Xiao Yuan deliberately conceals it, nothing that happens at home can escape Uncle Qin's notice, whether it's the old lady with the cat face coming to celebrate her birthday earlier or the newly built Taoist temple in the rice field behind the house.

Therefore, Tan Wenbin himself was unaware that his two godsons, who had been his close friends and sworn brothers, were "lining up" to become his biological sons, but Uncle Qin knew, Aunt Liu knew, and the old lady knew as well.

In addition, Lin Shuyou's True Monarch system is based on bloodline inheritance.

The upward inheritance, such as the current spirit writing of the Lin family, is more like a temporary loan, while the downward inheritance, that is, Lin Shuyou's real children in the future, can perfectly inherit all of the True Lord's power.

In addition, there are Runsheng and Yinmeng. Even Uncle Qin doesn't know what Runsheng is now, but Yinmeng is the only true bloodline of the Yin family in the present day.

The Emperor of Fengdu has never cared about the Yin family, but that doesn't matter; it depends on whether there are the power and people to help him win them over.

Uncle Qin felt a sense of relief after all his hardships.

If the weather is favorable, the next generation of the two Dragon King families will surely be able to support the revival of their lineage.

After wiping his mouth and washing his hands with water from the ditch, Uncle Qin stood up and said to Xiong Shan:

"Go back and have breakfast, then come back and load the goods."

"Let me take you home first."

"Need not."

"Lord Qin Li, there's something I don't understand..."

"explain."

Why are you experiencing the consequences of karma so directly?

"Isn't it better to be direct?"

"This……"

“Every Dragon King’s clan has its own research and understanding of the Heavenly Dao. For us, rather than letting the karmic backlash have an unpredictable effect in the future, or involve unrelated people around us, it is better to directly affect ourselves and eliminate the debt.”

"I see!"

Xiong Shan went back to Big Beard's house; they no longer eat meals together.

Uncle Qin walked to the dam area near his house and drew a bucket of water from the well to wash himself.

The cool well water was poured down, and the fiery heat in Uncle Qin's body was calmed down.

Then he stopped moving.

"Knowing that you're not smart enough and not cut out for studying, it's good to accept it early on."

These were his own earlier reflections, but now they began to echo in his ears.

Uncle Qin's gaze wandered, and the path he had walked before floated into his mind.

The nurturing and teachings of the mistress, her daily practice, the anxiety when lighting the lamp, the burden she carried while walking across the river... and finally, the scene of her luckily surviving that night and rushing home, lighting the lamp a second time and admitting defeat.

He himself was of mediocre talent and was not a great talent fit to become the Dragon King;

He had carried a heavy burden, and at that time, he was not eager for success, but afraid of failure.
Even when he finally fought his way out, he was thinking that even if he failed to cross the river, he couldn't die, because his family was small and he was the only man left.

The "Qin Family's Method of Observing Dragons" should have been about forging ahead fearlessly, facing death to live, but unfortunately, my heart was never pure from beginning to end.

"It turns out that I wasn't just giving Runsheng pointers, but also giving myself pointers..."

Water flowed upwards from the wellhead, actively circling around Uncle Qin, transforming into a dragon and swimming around.

Uncle Qin stood there, motionless.

Just as Liu Yumei was picking up her spoon to eat her wontons, she looked at Ali standing by the well with interest and teased him:
"What kind of wind is blowing today? Even iron trees are blooming!"

Aunt Liu came out of the kitchen, saw this scene, smiled slightly, and wiped the corner of her eye with her fingertip.

At this moment, she could sense Ali's state of mind.

Rather than saying he had an epiphany, it's more accurate to say he let go.

Because Ali finally realized that someone else was supporting the family, and he didn't have to shoulder all the burdens from the past.

Throughout history, the Qin family members who ventured across the river always traveled alone, forging ahead with unwavering determination to establish their own Dragon King empire.

This is a great confidence.

But isn't there also the confidence that even if he fails and dies on the river, his family won't have to worry about him?
Qin Li lacked this kind of confidence. During his childhood, he witnessed the decline and turmoil of the Qin and Liu families. He was not the kind of person who could turn the tide on his own, and at the same time, he lacked the natural openness and fearlessness of his ancestors.

Lin Shuyou is frantically eating noodles.

These days, the big white rat seems to have disappeared, no longer bringing them midnight snacks, leaving them starving every morning when they wake up.

Although they could cook for themselves, making noodles or fried rice was easy, they were used to a good life and the conditions weren't so bad when they were traveling along the river, so they all tacitly agreed not to cook for themselves and saved their stomachs for Aunt Liu's delicious breakfast in the morning.

Moreover, since the white rat stopped working, Aunt Liu's meals have become more varied and plentiful than before.

Even Li Sanjiang, who was never stingy when it came to food, couldn't help but ask:
"Are we sure we can keep living like this forever?"

Aunt Liu said that the children might have been tired or sick recently, and they need to eat something good to recuperate.

Li Sanjiang thought this made a lot of sense; food therapy is worse than medicine.

Lin Shuyou: "Hmm, has Uncle Qin had an epiphany?"

"Snapped!"

Tan Wenbin patted Lin Shuyou on the back of the head.

"Stop eating, quickly take breakfast up to Grandpa Li and let him eat in his room. Don't let Grandpa Li come down and see it, otherwise Uncle Qin will be forced to leave home again."

"Oh yes!"

Tan Wenbin went up first.

Li Sanjiang had just gotten up and was about to go downstairs for breakfast.

"Uncle Li, I have something to tell you."

Li Sanjiang: "Okay, let's go downstairs and talk while we have breakfast."

Tan Wenbin took out a cigarette and handed it to Li Sanjiang.

Li Sanjiang accepted it.

Tan Wenbin: "Uncle Li, I only want to tell you this, I don't want them to hear it."

"Ok?"

"Recently, my relationship with Zhou Yunyun has encountered some problems."

"Well?"

"You have experience, please help me analyze this and make a decision."

Li Sanjiang didn't know where he got his experience from.

But he felt that as an elder, he should indeed teach the child a lesson at this time.

"to make."

Li Sanjiang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, waited for Tan Wenbin to light it for him.

Tan Wenbin felt for the lighter in his pocket and said, "Where's my lighter?"

Li Sanjiang took out a match, struck one, lit it for himself, and then immediately brought it to Tan Wenbin's side. Tan Wenbin leaned forward, covered the match with both hands, and lit it.

The two of them walked uphill in perfect unison.

When passing the terrace, Tan Wenbin deliberately walked on the outer edge to block Li Sanjiang's peripheral vision from looking down.

Uncle Qin still stood by the wellhead on the dam, with streams of water flowing around him.

Lin Shuyou placed breakfast on a tray and immediately went upstairs. When he arrived at the room door, he heard Grandpa Li's voice coming from inside:

"Zhuangzhuang, Yunyun is a good girl. You must cherish her. Let me tell you, there are many people eyeing Yunyun. If you miss out, someone else will benefit from her."

Lin Shuyou pushed open the screen door and came in carrying breakfast.

Li Sanjiang: "Cough cough cough..."

After choking on his smoke, Tan Wenbin reached out to pat Li Sanjiang on the back.

"Uncle Li, please take it easy."

"Sigh, it's a bit unusual to smoke in the morning without coughing up phlegm."

As he spoke, Li Sanjiang stood up, making a "ho~~~" sound in his throat as he prepared to go to the terrace to spit out his phlegm.

Tan Wenbin: "Uncle Li, I think that with my current conditions, I can find someone better, so there's no need to hang myself on one tree."

"Pooh!"

Upon hearing this, Li Sanjiang was so angry that he turned around and slapped Tan Wenbin.

"You brat, you've gone too far! If you dare to be a Chen Shimei (a notorious figure in Chinese folklore known for abandoning his wife), I'll be the first to chop you up!"

This was a real beating and a real spitting; Tan Wenbin could only cover his head and passively endure everything.

Lin Shuyou quickly put down his breakfast and prepared to leave.

"Youhou, don't go, stand here and listen with me!"

"Oh……"

Li Sanjiang was exhausted after beating Tan Wenbin, so he sat down again and, while catching his breath, said earnestly:

"We should act according to our conscience..."

Downstairs on the dam.

The water column beside Uncle Qin returned to the well, his gaze became sharp, he stretched, and a cracking sound came from his joints.

At this moment, as if realizing something, he immediately turned around and looked behind him. The seat where Li Sanjiang was eating was empty.

Liu Yumei ate half a bowl of wontons and is now stirring a small bowl of white fungus soup.

"You're having a good time, but those two are still up there getting a lecture from the old man to cover for you."

Uncle Qin scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

"I'm not Xiao Yuan, so I can't control even sudden enlightenment."

Uncle Qin didn't know if Xiao Yuan could control his sudden realization.

But he has now figured out the pattern: praising Xiao Yuan in front of the old lady will make her happy.

Sure enough, a smile appeared on the old lady's lips.

"You're not bad either."

After taking a bite of the white fungus soup, Liu Yumei added:
"We have to compare ourselves with others."

Li Sanjiang's mouth was dry from lecturing, and finally, after Tan Wenbin patted his chest and assured him that he would never abandon someone he had taken advantage of, and Lin Shuyou also promised that he would learn from this experience, Li Sanjiang stopped his lecture that morning.

Midway through, Ah Li got off and ate breakfast alone.

However, she did not bring breakfast upstairs for Xiaoyuan again.

Because Li Zhuiyuan has been getting up later and later each day lately.

At first, I would sleep until a little after breakfast in order to catch up on sleep. Then I would gradually move it back each day until I woke up around noon and could have lunch. After that, I would continue to move it back.

Ah Li has gone from bringing breakfast to bringing lunch... Today, following the usual routine, she doesn't need to bring lunch either; she can eat dinner as soon as she wakes up.

The boy has always had a very stable schedule, but now he is gradually turning his days and nights upside down, which shows how much pressure he has been under recently.

Tan Wenbin: "Uncle Li, I'm going to find Yunyun!"

Li Sanjiang: "Go quickly!"

Lin Shuyou: "I'll go too."

Li Sanjiang: "What are you going to do?"

Lin Shuyou: "Chen Lin is also at Zhou Yunyun's house."

Li Sanjiang: "Oh, bring them back for dinner tonight. I'll have Tinghou prepare the dishes."

It's summer vacation now, and Zhou Yunyun is at home, while Chen Lin is also basically staying at Zhou Yunyun's house.

Lin Shuyou brought out the gift bags he had brought back from his last trip back to his hometown.

Because Tan Wenbin had discussed dating with his grandfather, Linjiamiao took this matter very seriously.

Not only did they prepare many gifts for Lin Shuyou to bring, but they also gave Lin Shuyou a bankbook.

Tan Wenbin took the passbook, glanced at the number on it, and laughed, "Heh, that's quite a lot of money."

Lin Shuyou: "Last time I wrecked Chen Lin's car, so this time I'll just pay her back for the car."

Tan Wenbin: "Are you planning to just pay compensation?"

Lin Shuyou: "Shouldn't it be?"

Tan Wenbin: "Why don't you go with her to pick out another car?"

Lin Shuyou: "Oh, okay."

Tan Wenbin: "There are so many cosmetics in the bag? They must all be quite expensive, right?"

Lin Shuyou: "Tax-free."

Tan Wenbin: "But there's too much of it. What's the shelf life of this stuff again?"

Lin Shuyou: "I also prepared one for Mengmeng. Brother Bin, should I give one to... Runsheng?"

Tan Wenbin: "You're so thoughtful. Here you go. Runsheng can burn it over there."

Lin Shuyou took out Yin Meng's portion, wrapped it up separately, and gave it to Runsheng.

Runsheng took it and nodded, "Thank you."

Tan Wenbin: "Ah You, let's go!"

"Here you are, Brother Bin!"

Tan Wenbin got into the pickup truck and started the engine. Lin Shuyou sat in the passenger seat and began to verbally describe the surroundings and the operation. Tan Wenbin then followed Lin Shuyou's voice prompts to drive the vehicle.

That's how they did it on their last trip to Rugao.

Ah-you can't drive himself; turning the steering wheel or shifting gears might trigger some unknown magic.

Fortunately, one is lame and the other is blind, so they can be a good match.

Runsheng placed the cosmetics in front of him and began making paper offerings.

He couldn't have simply thrown the cosmetics into the fire to burn them.

It would break my heart to see Yinmeng like that.

Runsheng was very skilled at making paper offerings. Soon, he finished making paper offerings that were exactly the same size and shape as cosmetic boxes and jars.

Next comes the coloring process, which is quite troublesome, especially with the densely packed ingredient list, precautions, and various labels, most of which are not in Chinese characters.

Runsheng had no choice but to carry the bag and cosmetics to the bearded man's house.

Xiao Yingying was sitting on the dam, making paper offerings while keeping company with the baby in the crib.

Li Sanjiang's paper offerings never have to worry about selling; he can produce as many as he makes.

Xiao Yingying looked at the contents of the two bags, nodded, and began to color the semi-finished product from Runsheng, comparing it to the original.

Runsheng stood to the side.

The crib is holding a bottle, its chubby little legs sticking out, feeding itself.

After drinking, he would lie down, stick his butt out, and pat himself to burp.

Runsheng turned his head and looked in the direction of the peach grove.

Just now, he thought he heard a mouse squeaking.

Runsheng then looked at the little oriole.

Where there are dead bodies, will there also be rats?
After arriving at Zhou Yunyun's house, Tan Wenbin suggested going to Shigang Town to watch a movie.

Lin Shuyou agreed.

But Chen Lin said she felt a bit unwell, probably from a cold, and didn't want to go to stuffy places.

In the end, Tan Wenbin and Zhou Yunyun went to the movie theater.

Lin Shuyou accompanied Chen Lin for a walk along a river.

As they walked, Lin Shuyou pointed ahead and said, "If we keep going, we'll reach the town. The clinic isn't far away. If you're not feeling well, I'll take you to see a doctor."

Chen Lin shook her head: "I'm not feeling unwell."

Lin Shuyou: "Are you feeling alright?"

Chen Lin rested her head on Lin Shuyou's shoulder.

Lin Shuyou shuddered and instinctively moved a little distance away.

This is why Chen Lin didn't want to go to the movies.

Rather than sitting blankly like two wooden figures in a movie theater, it's better for two people to walk around and chat in an open space.

Chen Lin sat down by the river, patted her side, and then smiled at Lin Shuyou.

Lin Shuyou sat down.

Chen Lin pretended to fall to the side, and Lin Shuyou instinctively reached out to support her.

The girl naturally lost all her balance and let him hold her.

If he dares to let go, I dare to fall down.

There are many pebbles along the riverbank, some of which are quite sharp. It's normal for them to fall in and break.

Lin Shuyou's heart began to race, his body stiffened, and his gaze was fixed firmly on the river surface, as if a terrifying giant corpse would leap out of it at any moment.

Chen Lin looked at him, picked up the foxtail grass she had picked earlier, and gently brushed it against Lin Shuyou's face and chin.

Lin Shuyou felt a bit prickly and itchy.

The two people remained silent, and apart from the sun above slowly setting, little had changed in the area below.

Boy: "Sigh..."

Lin Shuyou: "Why are you showing up again?"

Tongzi has been quite busy lately, having to possess the bodies of Lin family members. With things to do, he won't be as fond of chatting with Lin Shuyou as before.

Tongzi: "How do you manage to make every meeting feel like the first time we met?"

Lin Shuyou: "Shut up."

Chen Lin fell asleep.

She rested her head against Lin Shuyou's chest and slept soundly, occasionally adjusting the angle slightly to make herself more comfortable.

Lin Shuyou didn't move his head, but his gaze moved down to look at her face, her nose, and her lips.

Boy: "Look, look, can you see any flowers in them?"

Lin Shuyou felt that Tongzi's voice was ruining the atmosphere.

Boy: "Huh, are you angry?" Boy: "Wouldn't you call that progress?"

The boy said, “Your family’s bloodline is not as pure as yours. Every time I descend, I feel unsatisfied.”

A ghost general's mark appeared between Lin Shuyou's eyebrows.

Boy: "Are you planning to lock me up?"

The spirit medium said, "You've got some nerve, spirit medium!"

Boy: "You'll wake her up if you do that!"

Chen Lin was not woken up and was still sleeping peacefully.

This time, Lin Shuyou deliberately diverted his attention to control himself, ensuring that his Ghost General aura would not be leaked.

However, Lin Shuyou would not actually use his Ghost General identity to suppress his Child Ghost General.

Ayou felt that doing this was too mentally taxing.

It's fine for me and the boy to play around as much as we want, but if I were to bring up the hierarchy, the boy would definitely be upset.

After switching to Ghost General mode, Lin Shuyou began to press the boy down, preventing him from speaking.

Although the boy entrusted his life and death to Ayou, he never regarded Ayou as his superior.

Seeing that Ah You was actually pressuring him down, the boy didn't hold back and fought back.

Lin Shuyou's eyes began to tremble, his vertical pupils about to open—this was the boy's defiance.

In his arms, there was clearly a sweet-looking girl sleeping soundly.

But Ayou and Tongzi, on a spiritual level, were focused on wrestling.

The Ghost General's Mark and the True Lord's Mark kept switching between Lin Shuyou's brows, but the aura did not show.

After all, not only did Ayou not want to wake Chen Lin, but Tongzi also didn't want to reset the already pitifully slow progress to zero again.

If one had to describe the scene, it would be something like Lin Shuyou and Tongzi wrestling, their faces flushed red, but each time they turned over or exchanged blows, they slowed down their movements and made no sound.

It started as just a casual game, but the more he played, the more serious he became, and the speed at which the mark between Lin Shuyou's eyebrows changed became faster and faster.

"Crack!"

Somehow, the two marks intertwined.

The two immediately stopped fighting.

Lin Shuyou: "What happened?"

Boy: "You've been devoured by your master!"

Lin Shuyou tried to make one mark disappear, but both disappeared together. When he tried to make another one reappear, both reappeared together again.

Ayou: "Is there something wrong with my health?"

The boy said, "There's nothing wrong. It was I who caused the backlash."

Ayou: "Oh."

The one experiencing the backlash is not excited, and the one being attacked is not panicked.

After all, the boy had no intention of usurping someone else's place. Whether from a perspective of benefit or personal interest, he only wanted to be a Yin deity.

Lin Shuyou also didn't believe that the boy would be a threat to him.

But the fact that the problem got stuck actually happened.

Lin Shuyou: "If Xiao Yuan sees me when I get back, will I get scolded?"

Boy: "It's over, it definitely will."

Lin Shuyou: "How do we untie it?"

Boy: "I can't. Why don't you try suppressing me using your Ghost General identity?"

Lin Shuyou: "Does it hurt?"

The boy said, "It's like a whip. I am nominally your subordinate ghost general, and this is your punishment of me as your superior."

Lin Shuyou: "How about we wait until we get back and ask Brother Xiaoyuan? Brother Xiaoyuan will definitely have a better idea."

The boy said, "If that person thinks I have ulterior motives, I'll be in even worse shape."

Lin Shuyou: "Brother Xiaoyuan will definitely understand this and won't think that way."

The boy said, "That person can definitely see it clearly, but that person can also pretend not to understand and give me a good beating."

Lin Shuyou: "What have you been up to secretly this time?"

Boy: "How could that be?"

Last time, I secretly descended into the dojo and challenged the two generals, Zengshen and Erjiang, to a duel. Just as the fight was getting intense, that person stumbled upon me.

The boy reflected on himself and realized that he had become increasingly unruly since he was able to be re-enlightened. If he were his superior, he would also want to take the opportunity to give him a warning.

Lin Shuyou: "Wait a minute... I'll try to control the True Monarch's body now. You go and control the Ghost General's state."

Boy: "Huh? It can work!"

Lin Shuyou: "In that case, does that mean I can do the close combat while you cast spells?"

Boy: "Want to give it a try?"

Lin Shuyou carefully placed Chen Lin, whom he was holding, on the ground, and then quietly stood up.

Chen Lin, who had been "sound asleep," opened her eyes and watched the figure tiptoe away into the distance.

Then, I watched him rush to the surface of the water.

As he unleashed his punches and kicks, water splashed up all around him. As his attacks surged like a tide, the surrounding water droplets coalesced into tridents, working in tandem with his attacks.

Chen Lin was mesmerized.

Whenever she thought about how such an amazing man would blush at the slightest touch in front of her, she found it so cute and amusing.

She and Zhou Yunyun would sleep together and chat at night. Zhou Yunyun said that Tan Wenbin used to be the class's troublemaker, causing headaches for the teachers. But later, for some reason, Tan Wenbin suddenly became much more mature.

Although she remained cynical, carefree, and glib, Zhou Yunyun always felt that she was being cared for and embraced.

Chen Lin saw this even more clearly, because Zhou Yunyun still didn't know her boyfriend's true identity, wasn't she? He had been carefully protected all along.
Chen Lin was very afraid of Tan Wenbin.

Because she knew that her little schemes were insignificant in front of Tan Wenbin.

As for Ayou, she could even openly reveal her "scheming" in front of him.

Lin Shuyou, soaking wet, got ashore and walked back happily.

Chen Lin closed her eyes at the opportune moment and pretended to be fast asleep.

Lin Shuyou sat back down, reached out, and gently helped her up, softly restoring her to the position she had been in while sleeping in his arms.

When the young woman next door to Granny Hua's house asked him if he had a girlfriend, he replied: Yes.

It was a very strange feeling, even he himself felt it was somewhat unreal, that he actually had a girlfriend?

It seems that an object is something that only adults have—a kind of possession, a kind of reliance, a kind of responsibility.

Lin Shuyou, who has been able to communicate with the White Crane Boy since childhood, has a naturally pure heart. Coupled with the upright and simple family traditions in the Lin family, his heart has always been as pure as a blank sheet of paper, like a big boy who never grows up.

Boy: "Ni'er woke up a long time ago."

Lin Shuyou: "She's still asleep."

The boy said, "She's pretending to be asleep."

Lin Shuyou: "How did you know?"

Tongzi: "Your clothes are soaked, how could she not know you're holding her in your arms? Also, water is dripping from your chin onto her face, and she still hasn't woken up!"

……

When they went back to Grandpa Li's house for dinner that evening, Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou sat in the back while Chen Lin drove.

Originally, Lin Shuyou was supposed to sit in the passenger seat, with Zhou Yunyun and herself in the back. But as soon as they met, Lin Shuyou pulled her aside and whispered something to her.

Tan Wenbin was also happy to hear this, as Ayou had found a way to pass the exam.

When Tan Wenbin returned home to the dam and saw Runsheng sitting there making paper offerings, he couldn't help but rub his temples. Well, Runsheng had passed the test too.

Right now, I'm the only one in the crash course who still hasn't passed.

Zhou Yunyun greeted Liu Yumei, and Liu Yumei nodded.

Chen Lin thanked Liu Yumei, saying that she had finished all the tea she had taken from here last time, and that it was very delicious. Liu Yumei smiled.

Aunt Liu: Dinner's ready!

Li Zhuiyuan came out of the room, washed up, and went downstairs with A Li.

Li Sanjiang: "Young Marquis Yuan, have you finished your drawings?"

Previously, fearing that his great-grandfather would worry, Li Zhuiyuan told him that he was busy helping his teacher design blueprints at night, and that his teacher was busy during the day and could only call him at night to communicate about data.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Almost finished, Grandpa."

Li Sanjiang breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. You still need to regulate your schedule, otherwise people can't stand it."

Li Zhuiyuan sat down and began to eat.

He has made great progress recently. In addition to gaining new insights and applying what he had already mastered, he has mainly strengthened and refined his mental awareness, raising his upper limit in this area.

After dinner, Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou drove Zhou Yunyun and Chen Lin home. Chen Lin drove on the way back, but Lin Shuyou drove back alone.

Runsheng went to the riverbank, took a shovel, dug a hole, and burned the paper cosmetics he had made.

The evening breeze stirred the ashes, leaving behind a line of words that looked much better than before:

How long is the shelf life?

After sending A-Li back to the east room, Li Zhuiyuan returned to the hall and went to Xiao Hei's doghouse.

Dogs in the village aren't very particular about what they keep; not many dogs have kennels. But Xiao Hei not only has its own kennel, it's even inside a human's kennel!

Furthermore, Xiao Hei has a leash.

The reason for using a leash is not to prevent it from running away, but to prevent it from not running away at all.

Li Zhuiyuan led Xiao Hei into the temple.

As usual, Xiao Hei went to its corner and shrank back.

The boy sat on the altar steps, waiting quietly.

A moment later, the boy sensed that someone was standing outside the dojo.

The man had been standing there for a long time, reciting a mantra.

Li Zhuiyuan raised his hand, and the restrictions on the dojo were activated. Runsheng walked in; he had only memorized half of the incantation outside.

"Xiao Yuan, I want to start today."

"Okay, Runsheng."

Waves rose from the ground, and a group of wooden figures appeared.

Runsheng closed his vent as usual and tilted his head slightly.

The wooden figure rushed over, and Runsheng rushed over as well.

This time, Runsheng wasn't passively taking a beating; he was fighting them back and forth.

Because the power was sealed, the wooden figure could not be broken, but this continuous fighting of moves and movements, after being "beaten" for so long, finally fully activated this instinct.

From the moment Li Zhuiyuan first met Runsheng and realized his special qualities, he felt that Runsheng was a genius, a genius in terms of physique.

He persevered by carving out air vents, sculpting ravines, and enduring beatings... step by step, he got to where he is today.

The wooden figure stopped moving and then merged into the ground, which returned to its flat state.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Runsheng, you've graduated."

Runsheng smiled somewhat embarrassedly, "The less you use your brain, the easier it is to get good grades."

Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou returned. Tan Wenbin took out a talisman, raised it upwards, and the talisman quickly burned and turned into green smoke, thus activating the restriction.

"Brother Xiaoyuan."

"Brother Xiao Yuan!!!"

Li Zhuiyuan nodded to them.

After the two were in their places, the boy began the lesson.

Lin Shuyou was no longer as embarrassed as before when he was burning up. At first, he was a little clumsy in his coordination, but soon he was able to achieve a fine fusion between close combat and magic.

The boy looked at the two intertwined marks between Lin Shuyou's eyebrows and at Ayou's fighting style, and realized that he and Tongzi were dividing up their roles.

In the past, when a spirit medium initiated a ritual, the spirit of the underworld would descend, with the spirit of the underworld as the master and the spirit medium as the assistant. Essentially, they were two entities combined. Now, Lin Shuyou has achieved a split between them.

This is a shortcut, but such a shortcut cannot be replicated.

The "opponents" around Lin Shuyou stopped what they were doing.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Ayou, you've graduated."

Lin Shuyou clenched his fists and made a celebratory gesture.

Beside him, Tan Wenbin was still "blindly touching an elephant."

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, walked down the steps, and went to the edge of the array that had been placed on Tan Wenbin.

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiao Yuan?"

Li Zhuiyuan transmitted his voice through the array to Tan Wenbin: "Brother Binbin, how did you sense me approaching?"

Tan Wenbin is currently unable to even perceive the effects of the formation and is in a state of chaos, so naturally he cannot sense anything outside the formation.

Tan Wenbin: "I sensed that they suddenly became afraid."

"They" refers to the four spirit beasts.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Binbin, you need to learn to truly control them, treat them as your slaves, and make them your eyes, your ears, your nose..."

You can trust them. Everything they perceive doesn't need further processing from you. Just let them give you the answers based on their own experience, just like I did for you when the red line connected.

"Brother Binbin, don't worry about them turning against you. After I reseal them, their fate is entirely in your hands."

Tan Wenbin improved significantly in other areas through the crash course, but there was one core problem he couldn't solve: he couldn't process information as quickly as he could; his brain would overload.

The way to play to your strengths and avoid your weaknesses is to trust your five senses. Most of the subsequent reactions can be completed by your five senses on their own, instead of all of them gathering in your brain for information processing before issuing commands.

Li Zhuiyuan's statement about treating the spirit beasts as his slaves was a metaphor for ease of understanding. In a rational state, it should be a kind of acceptance, recognizing the four spirit beasts as part of oneself.

Tan Wenbin tried again, and soon, he was no longer lost in the formation. He turned around and faced Li Zhuiyuan outside the formation.

He opened his eyes, and even through the array, the boy's face was still reflected in his eyes.

"Brother Xiaoyuan..."

Next, even the sound was transmitted through the formation.

However, Tan Wenbin soon closed his eyes again, looking bewildered.

After readjusting for a while, he opened his eyes again: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I've found the feeling, but I still need to work on it a bit."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Brother Binbin, you've graduated."

Compared to traditional martial arts combat and enlightenment, crash courses not only have controllable risks, but also controllable directions.

Li Zhuiyuan had set up a development plan and a feasible route for his companions. Unless the boy himself made a mistake, his companions didn't need to make any mistakes.

After achieving a certain level of success, going out into the world to find fights is like doing homework to reinforce knowledge.

Of course, there are also drawbacks to doing this, and they are significant.

A pre-planned growth process deprives individuals of the ability to learn and improve on their own.

If Li Zhuiyuan were to pass away one day, they would most likely stagnate forever.

However, the friends didn't mind this drawback.

Even Lin Shuyou, who was once hailed as a genius of the Guan Jiang lineage, did not believe that he could have grown to this point without Xiao Yuan's arrangements and planning.

Ah-you's biggest dream used to be to become an excellent head spirit medium, to succeed his master, and to become a qualified temple abbot.

But a while ago when he was back in his hometown, he was able to easily chase down and beat up three temple masters who were practicing spirit writing all by himself.

While making progress through one's own efforts is certainly fulfilling, if waiting for Brother Yuan to feed them would allow them to far exceed the former's limits, they would rather choose the latter.

The evening ended quickly, and Li Zhuiyuan didn't plan to do any more extra training. The boy walked to a corner and took Xiao Hei's hand.

Xiao Hei was a little uneasy. It was so fast tonight, and he didn't have to see "that person" appear again?

Li Zhuiyuan: "Let's order some late-night snacks."

Lin Shuyou: "Uh..."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan, that big white rat seems to have disappeared recently. Nobody in Baijia Town knows where it went."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Baijia Town should know where it went, but they dare not say."

The large white rat had always been under the surveillance of the Bai family's matriarchs. After all, it had always tried to escape Nantong. So, even if Baijia Town didn't know what happened to it in the end, it certainly knew where it went.

Tan Wenbin: "Is it with us?"

There is only one place, which Baijia Town dares not mention, and that is Siyuan Village.

They were afraid this was infighting within the Dragon King's faction and dared not get involved.

Tan Wenbin: "That rat wouldn't have taken it upon itself to ride its bike into the village, would it?"

Lin Shuyou: "Aunt Liu recently dried a new batch of cured meat..."

"Since there's no more late-night snack, you should get some rest early. Wake up and have breakfast; I haven't had breakfast for many days either."

Li Zhuiyuan did not go upstairs, but instead walked out of the dam and headed to Big Beard's house.

Xiao Yingying went to sleep with Benben.

Old Tian built a "melon-guarding shed" in the medicinal herb garden and slept there every night, saying it was to protect the garden.

In reality, the elderly couple were also finding it hard to bear the couple's all-night farming every night.

At my age, I don't feel like I'm getting a rush of blood to my head; it's just that it's so noisy!
Li Zhuiyuan walked into the peach grove.

Soon, the boy smelled a rich aroma of food.

Upon reaching the pond, they saw Qing'an and Su Luo, one singing and the other playing the zither, with bowls and plates laid out on the table in front of them.

On the other side of the pool, there is a large offering table with a pair of white candles burning on it.

Behind the offering table, a large white rat was "humming" as it stir-fried and cooked dishes. Every time a dish was finished, it would bring it to the offering table in front of Qing'an, and soon the corresponding offerings would appear on the table in front of him.

The white rats have all turned black.

It was terrified; its hands were still shaking as it flipped the wok.

As the saying goes, even in a famine, a skilled craftsman will not starve. Even a rat, if it has a skill, can be spared in the face of such a terrifying being.

The difference in its life is quite significant. Before, when it cooked for that group of young people, its merits accumulated rapidly, and several patches of fur on its body fell out. In particular, after cooking for that young man last time, its head even became bald!

Those were the days that truly gave me hope. I wished they could eat thirty meals a day, and I would still be full of energy to cook them all sorts of different dishes.

But now?

Cooking was merely to serve this dreadful master, fearing that if a dish wasn't cooked to his satisfaction, he would turn her into fertilizer in the peach orchard.

The white rat saw the boy's figure, trembled, and then tears welled up in its eyes, obscuring its vision; it was short-sighted.

Qing'an put down his wine glass and said self-deprecatingly:

"Ha, so you've come to ask me for a cook?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "No, you've suffered for so long, it's time to enjoy yourself. Besides, its ingredients come from offerings from temples and ancestral halls in various places. You protect this area from evil spirits, so these offerings should rightfully be in your mouth and enjoyed by you."

Qing'an: "So what are you here for?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "A dish made in fear will never taste as good as one made in joy."

Qing An: "So?"

Li Zhuiyuan walked up to the white rat.

The white rat looked aggrieved.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the large white rat, his eyes serious, and said in a deep voice:

"The food you've cooked here these past few days has been delicious."

"hiss……"

The white rat felt an itch all over its body, and large areas of its fur fell out, even its tail shortened by half.

Merit, merit!
The white rat was so excited it almost squeaked.

Li Zhuiyuan turned around, faced Qing'an, and smiled.

Qing'an toyed with the wine glass in his hand and snorted coldly:
"Hmph, I'm not going to take advantage of you."

Li Zhuiyuan's actions just now were tantamount to settling Qing'an's meal expenses for the past few days in a manner similar to "appointing a title".

Catching a sacrificial rat to cook for oneself is nothing unusual. If even the Bai family's empress can catch one, how could Qing An possibly not be able to?
It makes no sense for someone to eat alone and then have their child pay for it.

But no matter what, the good deed has been done, and the favor is now owed.

In Qing'an's eyes, Li Zhuiyuan was a person, and he was qualified to discuss human relationships with him.

Li Zhuiyuan: "What's wrong with treating you to a few meals? Didn't you treat me to boiled shrimp before?"

Qing'an: "Would you like to eat more?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "My stomach is full now, I can't eat for the time being. I'll come find you again when I'm hungry."

Qing An waved his hand, indicating that the boy could leave.

That's settled, I owe you a favor now.

Li Zhuiyuan walked outside, behind him was a large white rat excitedly stir-frying food, illuminated by the firelight.

A new dish was prepared and served on the altar by the white rat.

Once the items were displayed on the table, Su Luo and Qing An each picked up a piece with their chopsticks.

Su Luo: "It's definitely more delicious now."

White rat: "Hehehe!"

Qing'an: "This shows that the rat didn't put in any effort before."

White rat: "..."

……

The next morning, Li Zhuiyuan woke up before dawn.

He had been overworking himself every day for the past few days, so suddenly having a day without exertion made him feel a little uncomfortable.

It seems that it will take some time for my biological clock to readjust.

Carrying the basin, I went to the water tank on the terrace to wash up.

Ah Li came upstairs.

Li Zhuiyuan wiped his face with a towel and looked at the girl, feeling that she was as fresh and tender as the morning dew.

Seeing the boy getting up early again, Ah Li smiled.

She wasn't worried about the boy's health; she knew he must have had his reasons for doing this, and now it seemed he had achieved his goal.

The boy and girl sat down in the wicker chairs and began to play chess.

The game continued until the sun gradually rose, casting a somewhat dazzling light on the chessboard.

Aunt Liu leaned against the kitchen doorway and ate sunflower seeds for a while, as if trying to make up for the taste she had missed in the past few days.

Uncle Qin came out of the west room. He hadn't gone to the fields this morning; he was going to take Xiong Shan, Runsheng, Zhuangzhuang, and Ayou to repair the irrigation ditch later.

Aren't you making breakfast?

Aunt Liu glanced at Uncle Qin: "Didn't they provide breakfast when they built the irrigation canal in the village?"

Uncle Qin: "Giving each person two steamed buns is enough for me, but how can three be enough?"

Aunt Liu clapped her hands and went into the kitchen.

Breakfast had been prepared long ago, and soon Aunt Liu's voice could be heard from downstairs:
"Time for breakfast."

It's fine when I'm not home, but I've been home for several days and haven't heard Aunt Liu's voice. I really miss her.

Li Zhuiyuan took A Li's hand and went downstairs to have breakfast.

Runsheng and the others also got up, each with a bowl in front of them. Runsheng ate porridge, Tan Wenbin ate wontons, and Ayou ate noodles.

Li Sanjiang lit a cigarette and joked:
"This is like feeding your own mule well and then sending it to the government to pull the millstone."

Repairing the irrigation canal was a village-wide affair. Every household either contributed a laborer or a sum of money. Li Sanjiang's family contributed five people, and even if you include Da Huzi's family, that's still two and a half mules. The government clearly took advantage of them.

After breakfast, Uncle Qin led everyone off.

Li Weihan was there too, and Cui Guiying was helping with the cooking, distributing freshly steamed buns.

Around noon, Aunt Zhang ran over and called out to Li Weihan and Cui Guiying:

"Something terrible has happened! Marquis Pan and Marquis Lei are in trouble!"

This shout startled Li Weihan, and Cui Guiying's face turned pale with fright.

You should know that Panzi and Leizi worked in the foundry workshop at the factory, which was not only dirty and tiring, but they also had to pour molten iron.

The enormous blast furnace stood there. First, materials were added into it, and then a large pot was used to collect the boiling molten iron. If there was any mistake, the molten iron would splash out, which would be a fatal accident.

Tan Wenbin gestured for Lin Shuyou to comfort the two elderly people, and then he ran to the convenience store to return the call.

The call came from Longxing Machinery Factory in Xingren Town. After clarifying the situation, Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief.

The incident didn't happen at the factory, and it had nothing to do with molten iron. Rather, a few days ago, the factory had some kind of project collaboration with another factory in another province, and Liang Jun took Pan Zi and Lei Zi there.

This collaboration, which included a tourism benefit component, should have been a good thing. However, somehow, the three people got poisoned in the guesthouse arranged by the factory.

The rescue operation is still underway over there. The factory in Xingren was worried that something might go wrong, so they notified the family members first. The factory was willing to pay for them to go there and take a look.

The factory they were cooperating with was located in Luoyang.

Tan Wenbin hung up the phone; he knew that the waves were coming.

After calming down Li Weihan and Cui Guiying, Tan Wenbin quickly ran home and reported to Brother Xiaoyuan.

After listening, Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Let's make preparations, we can go to Luoyang."

Pan Zi and Lei Zi should be fine. Since Jiang Shui is using them as a springboard to propel him to Luoyang, there's no need to go too far. In fact, he might even let them stay alive, waiting for his arrival, out of consideration for Jiang Shui's feelings and perhaps even out of a sense of duty.

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiaoyuan, I'll go talk to your grandpa and those two uncles and tell them that we often travel around and deal with government officials, so please let us go see Panzi and the others on their behalf."

There was something Tan Wenbin didn't say, but he would definitely say it when he faced those two uncles later: in case the worst-case scenario happened, they would be better able to help him get compensation and make the factory take responsibility.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mm."

Tan Wenbin went to negotiate, Runsheng stayed behind to finish the work, and Lin Shuyou was arranged to come back and make preparations for departure.

On the way back, we passed by Grandma Hua's house again.

The people in the next house, Sun Caijuan's family, are arguing.

Sun Caijuan's shrill voice came from the room:

"How would I know why that bastard didn't send money this month? How would I know? Go find him! Why are you asking me? My money is all spent by my family. I don't owe you anything!"

"Snapped!"

The sound of a slap rang out.

"Shameless slut! It's shameful enough that you seduced men outside and came back pregnant, but now you can't even get your money back. You've completely disgraced the Sun family!"

Lin Shuyou stopped and began to think.

Sun Caijuan covered her face and ran out of the house, just in time to see Lin Shuyou standing under her own dam.

"I don't want to live anymore, I don't want to live anymore! Don't stop me, let me die, let me die a clean death!"

Sun Caijuan ran down the dam crying. The dam was very large and the road was wide. She deliberately ran past Lin Shuyou. There was a fishpond on the other side of the road. She wanted to jump into the river.

As a result, when she passed by Lin Shuyou, he did not stop her. Lin Shuyou was thinking, could this be considered a waste wave turning into a real wave?

In Xiao Yuan's "Code of Conduct for Walking Along the River," it is mentioned that sometimes when the river deliberately wants you to go, it will actively deliver waves to your hands.

Sun Caijuan turned around in surprise and looked at Lin Shuyou. She didn't know why he didn't stop her. As a result, she stumbled and lost her balance. Before she could stop, she fell into the fishpond with a "plop".

"Save me... save me..."

(End of this chapter)