Chapter 221: : | Vớt Thi Nhân

Vớt Thi Nhân - Updated on May 15, 2025

Chapter 215

The woman stopped. She didn’t dare to continue forward.

It’s true that the *jianghu* is filled with hidden masters, but she had never seen this kind of hidden master!

To put it plainly, it’s just that Grandpa himself doesn’t know the exact level of the people under him, and only he could gather this group of people and form them into his team for handling funerals.

Xiong Shan stood up.

His son wasn’t grown yet, his dad still needed to work hard.

Li Zhuoyuan: “Accompany Grandpa for another drink.”

Li Sanjiang nodded: “Right, Shan Hou, have another drink, don’t delay the afternoon’s work.”

Xiong Shan sat down.

Li Zhuoyuan: “Run Sheng brother.”

Run Sheng put down his chopsticks, covering his belly: “My stomach is getting big, I ate too much.”

Li Sanjiang laughed and scolded: “Nonsense!”

Run Sheng left his seat, conveniently picking up the Yellow River shovel that had been used earlier to build the platform on the flat ground.

Uncle Qin looked at Li Zhuoyuan and asked:

“That fast?”

Li Zhuoyuan: “A bit different.”

Uncle Qin nodded. Xiao Yuan’s journey in the *jianghu* was indeed completely different from his own in the beginning.

Li Zhuoyuan said to Li Sanjiang: “Grandpa, I’m full.”

“Mm.” Li Sanjiang raised his wine cup, clinked with Xiong Shan, and drained it.

After Li Zhuoyuan left the table, Yin Meng, who had been frowning the whole time, finally found a suitable excuse to leave the table:

“I’m going to take some paper to Run Sheng.”

……

The woman was running, Run Sheng was chasing.

Between the fields, two figures were in hot pursuit, getting closer and closer.

Run Sheng, who had just eaten, was like a tractor that had just been fully fueled.

The woman couldn’t keep consuming her energy, nor could she keep running. At a low point in a small river, she stopped, turned around, and faced Run Sheng.

Run Sheng also stopped.

The woman asked: “Why are you helping a tyrant do evil?”

Run Sheng: “Don’t understand.”

He could feel that the woman must have misunderstood something.

The woman wiped the blood from the corner of her eye, and her breath condensed.

Run Sheng said: “Wait.”

The woman asked: “Wait for what?”

Run Sheng: “Wait for the people from my side to come.”

The woman let out a sneer: “Heh!”

Immediately, the woman opened her left palm, clenched her right fist, and stepped back with one leg.

This set of actions made Run Sheng feel very familiar, like meeting an old friend he hadn’t seen in a while.

The next moment, a strange color appeared in the woman’s eyes again. Unlike the pure red pupils from earlier, this time it was red and black, commonly known as yin-yang eyes.

She flipped her hands, and two sections of bamboo poles slid out from her sleeves, then followed the momentum to be flicked out, drawing out one black and one white long whisk.

The woman leaped high, and one whisk split straight towards Run Sheng’s face.

Run Sheng raised the Yellow River shovel to block it.

The woman swept horizontally with the other whisk. Run Sheng turned the shovel from vertical to horizontal, blocking it again.

The woman’s movements were like fire, her body constantly spinning and flipping, the two whisks waving like swords.

Run Sheng retreated while constantly raising his shovel to block, and the sound of metal clashing erupted, each strike drawing out a string of sparks.

The woman stepped back with her right leg, pressing down her center of gravity, attempting to attack Run Sheng’s lower body.

Run Sheng constantly lifted his legs, continuing to retreat, not giving the other side an opportunity to attack him.

When the woman wanted to change her force, Run Sheng immediately pressed forward again, forcing the other side to retreat but unable to leave.

Finally, the woman couldn’t bear it anymore. The red and black colors in her eyes flowed and turned, and she let out a murmur, which sounded sometimes like someone laughing ferociously, and sometimes like chanting scriptures or curses.

Run Sheng’s breathing became rapid, and his facial skin constantly twitched.

His strength lay in his physical body and close combat. In terms of techniques, he had only opened nine out of ten orifices.

The woman attacked again.

Run Sheng’s response appeared flustered, and the woman found several flaws, causing Run Sheng to lose his earlier composure and constantly stagger backward.

Just when the woman was preparing to take advantage of the situation to deliver another strike and thoroughly repel him to calmly leave, she saw the sturdy man in front of her take out a talisman paper and stick it on his forehead.

In an instant, the other side’s eyes became clear again.

The woman’s eyes widened. What kind of talisman paper was this, that it could actually isolate the noise from the underworld?

With the effect of the clear heart talisman added, Run Sheng’s response became orderly again and he continued to entangle the woman.

At this moment, Li Zhuoyuan and Yin Meng caught up.

Yin Meng: “Three-step Praise?”

Mainly because everyone was too familiar with Lin Shu You’s movement technique. The woman’s movement technique when fighting was very similar to A You’s.

Li Zhuoyuan shook his head: “Very similar, but this is Seven-star Step.”

Yin Meng: “She’s not an official general?”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Should be one of the eight family generals.”

Within the inheritance system, you are often within me and I am within you. Even if they branched off and developed independently, many similar places could still be seen.

It was just that the woman held black and white twin whisks, seemingly possessed. Li Zhuoyuan was still unable to clearly distinguish which yin god was possessing her body, like the Seven Lords or Eight Lords, but not them.

Below, the woman’s continuous offensive was still unable to strike down or shake off Run Sheng. Her heart gradually became anxious. She attempted to retreat to a certain distance and use her techniques again, but how could Run Sheng, who had already suffered a loss, let her have her way? He immediately increased his strength and pressed tightly.

Li Zhuoyuan shouted: “Run Sheng, take her down.”

Hearing this, the woman’s face showed surprise: He had been holding back his strength the whole time?

Run Sheng was indeed holding back his strength, because Xiao Yuan had only told him to leave the table and chase, without further instructions.

At this moment, one by one, air gates opened.

The woman didn’t know what kind of merit law this was, but she could feel that as the air gates continued to increase, the other side’s momentum was getting stronger and stronger.

Some opportunities indeed need time to digest.

Just like Lin Shu You digesting the residual divine power left in his body by the White Crane Child, Run Sheng also officially began to digest the nutrition from the meal in the pavilion after all the air gates were paralyzed.

At that table, no one else dared to touch their chopsticks except him.

In fact, this kind of breaking and then rebuilding is originally a new round of shuffling for one’s own body, most suitable for new fusion.

Just like just now, the woman’s offensive was like a tide. But even without opening an air gate, Run Sheng could easily intercept her.

Now, there was no need to suppress himself.

Run Sheng began to actively attack. When there is a gap in absolute strength, even the most exquisite moves will appear pale.

A single sentence, “attack the enemy to save the situation,” can let you take the initiative.

Run Sheng slapped down with his shovel. The woman lifted her whisk to block, but only heard a “pa” sound. The whisk cracked open, and the shovel face slapped the woman’s shoulder.

The woman let out a muffled grunt and was forced to kneel on one knee.

This was already the result of Run Sheng holding back. Otherwise, what hit the woman’s body would not have been the shovel face but the sharp shovel edge.

However, the kneeling woman did not give up resisting. Another whisk swept against Run Sheng’s calf.

Run Sheng quickly lifted his foot, then heavily stomped down, firmly stepping on that whisk with the sole of his foot.

The woman struggled to pull, but couldn’t pull it out.

What came to her face was Run Sheng’s other foot.

“Bang!”

The woman’s body flew backward.

When she was about to land, the woman endured the severe pain to adjust her posture, attempting to stabilize her body, but the corner of her eye caught a glimpse of Run Sheng who had already rushed over, right beside her.

Run Sheng’s hand pinched the woman’s neck. His rough palm was like sandpaper, bringing discomfort while also bringing a huge force.

“Bang!”

The woman, with her neck pinched, was slammed into the ground.

She subconsciously still wanted to continue resisting, but Run Sheng’s knee was already pressed against her chest, and the edge of the Yellow River shovel was leaning against her neck.

Move again, and you’ll die!

A cold laugh appeared on the woman’s face. The possessed state ended, and she no longer struggled.

Yin Meng: “Run Sheng has become even more fierce.”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Don’t you all usually practice together?”

Yin Meng: “Haven’t practiced together in a long time, can’t beat him.”

In the very beginning, Tan Wenbin, Yin Meng, and Run Sheng, the three of them, would all practice together in Grandpa’s backyard every evening.

The first to quit was Tan Wenbin. His kind of half-baked home kung fu was fine for the criminal underworld, but completely insufficient in front of true practitioners.

Later, Yin Meng also gave up. Under Run Sheng’s double upgrade of brute force and techniques, she could increasingly not stand it, so she simply accepted reality and focused on researching her poisons.

Li Zhuoyuan walked over and said to Run Sheng: “Run Sheng brother, you’ve worked hard.”

Run Sheng shook his head: “She’s still weaker than A You was in the beginning.”

They were all possessed, and they were all connected to the system of leading yin gods, but the official generals had a kind of unstoppable momentum. This woman did not.

Li Zhuoyuan squatted down beside the woman and asked: “Who exactly did you just invite?”

The woman just continued to stare coldly at Li Zhuoyuan, not answering.

Li Zhuoyuan wasn’t angry, he just put his finger on the upper part of the woman’s nose bridge, gently pinching up that piece of skin and flesh, and lifting upward.

If you were to walk through the yin world at this moment, you could see a group of black gas swirling around the youth’s fingertips. This was the Fengdu law aiming to launch.

Yin gods are not ghosts, but they have certain characteristics that are very similar. The method of detaining ghosts can also detain them.

The White Crane Child initially kept being defeated in front of the youth, also because the youth was a successor recognized by the Great Emperor, and the yin god had no way to come and go without a trace in front of him.

The woman’s heart was greatly alarmed. Her eyes again flowed with red and black colors. Although very faint, this also meant that the possessed state that had ended earlier was temporarily recalled.

Li Zhuoyuan frowned slightly. He was unable to analyze the specific object within this residual power.

The woman’s possession was not summoning a yin god, but just a very messy power being transmitted.

The youth loosened his finger and gently patted the woman’s forehead with his palm.

“Pa!”

The woman’s eyes recovered, but her gaze at the youth no longer held coldness, only fear.

She couldn’t understand what kind of method this was, that it could actually treat her most proud merit law inheritance like a toy and handle it casually.

Li Zhuoyuan: “There should be a misunderstanding between us.”

Saying that, Li Zhuoyuan looked at Run Sheng.

Run Sheng: “She’s as stupid as A You was in the beginning.”

The woman asked: “You… what exactly do you want to say?”

Li Zhuoyuan: “The arrangement on Pu Laotou’s corpse, you did it, right?”

The woman: “That’s right, so, kill or torture, do as you please!”

The woman again put on an expression of seeking death.

Li Zhuoyuan sighed. He really didn’t like to force communication with people he didn’t understand. Forget it, let’s start with slow hypnosis.

With a flick of his fingertip, he just hit the woman’s forehead. An echo swung open in the woman’s heart, scattering the emotions she had just condensed. Fear floated up in her pupils again.

“Why do this?”

“That old thing lured and deceived prostitutes and young girls, causing people to commit suicide. He deserves it!”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Why not report to the police?”

The woman: “……”

The woman was confused. She really couldn’t understand why this youth, who had such terrifying methods under his control, would actually ask her such a “normal” sentence.

Li Zhuoyuan asked again: “Why not report to the police?”

The woman: “She already committed suicide. One of the involved old men died suddenly of a heart attack at the police station after being caught by the police. This matter just ended there.”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Evidence.”

The woman: “I encountered the girl’s resentful soul, but her resentful soul couldn’t enter the Nantong area. Here, there seems to be some terrible prohibition, or some… terrible existence.”

Li Zhuoyuan: “So you just acted on your own?”

The woman: “Three old men. One died in the police station, I killed two by messing with them. This old man with the surname Pu was the leader. I want his descendants to have no peace. Am I wrong?”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Can understand.”

The woman: “Can… understand?”

Li Zhuoyuan: “What’s your name?”

The woman: “Xin Jiyue.”

Li Zhuoyuan: “I’m not just asking for your name.”

Xin Jiyue: “Chaoshan person, no school or sect.”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Lie.”

Xin Jiyue: “I really am a Chaoshan person!”

Li Zhuoyuan: “The next sentence.”

Xin Jiyue: “I am not one of the eight family generals. I was removed from the temple register and can no longer lead the yin god adults.”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Continue.”

Xin Jiyue: “But I still have a way to continue borrowing some of Their power, relying on…”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Relying on what.”

Xin Jiyue: “It’s in my underwear.”

Li Zhuoyuan stopped and looked at Yin Meng.

Yin Meng squatted down, took out the underwear, and handed it to the youth.

Very traditional style, and also a very traditional way.

Li Zhuoyuan stretched out two fingers, clipping the underwear as if it were a dirty object.

Because it was condensed with dense karma.

Those red dots should have been painted with fresh blood continuously afterwards. Each red dot was a source of karma being emitted.

Li Zhuoyuan: “Who taught you to do this?”

Xin Jiyue: “What?”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Tell me.”

Xin Jiyue: “I’m punishing evil and promoting good!”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Well, I’ll admit that, but you also have ulterior motives. The person who taught you is not worth you keeping a secret for.”

From the beginning, Li Zhuoyuan suspected that Pu Laotou had done something bad and encountered retaliation from the other side.

When Xin Jiyue first appeared, it just verified the youth’s guess. But through contact and questioning, Li Zhuoyuan keenly discovered that Xin Jiyue was not the kind of profound sect swordsman who held traditional simple justice values.

People in the profound sects are not supposed to act against ordinary people, but they will often find a reason to avoid heavenly taboos. This reason is actually not hard to find, and it’s not impossible to create one.

Xin Jiyue encountering that resentful soul and then retaliating against Pu Laotou can be understood. Borrowing the curse of Pu Laotou’s descendants, the methods were a bit too radical, making it a collective punishment… but it’s not impossible to understand.

But on this cloth, the vast red dots meant that she wasn’t doing it casually. She truly regarded herself as a judge of the profound sect, doing things that were very much not in accordance with the rules of ordinary people.

It didn’t seem like a temporary impulse, but rather like doing this as a profession. Doing this often, cause and effect would naturally backlash, and karma would fall on her body. Not only was she not afraid, she even collected the karma.

Xin Jiyue: “I only know that after I was dismissed from the temple, he took me in and was willing to give me a chance to start over. I can’t…”

Li Zhuoyuan: “If you both think he is right, then why do you need to keep a secret?”

Xin Jiyue: “I…”

Li Zhuoyuan: “Actually, you know in your heart what you are doing, and you can also feel that the method he taught you has problems. After this piece of cloth is full, you were also planning to hand it over to him, right?”

Xin Jiyue: “That’s right.”

Li Zhuoyuan: “I said, there was a misunderstanding between us. If you had stood there and waited for me to come over instead of making a move earlier, this fight wouldn’t have happened at all.

I can let you go, and I can also ignore the matter of Pu Laotou, but I am very curious about that person.”

Karma, this thing, others fear and avoid it, but there are actually people who actively scatter karma for others to collect.

Xin Jiyue’s face showed hesitation.

Li Zhuoyuan gently snapped his fingers next to her ear.

Xin Jiyue’s eyes went blank, and she said: “I haven’t seen his true appearance, but after this piece of cloth is full, I will hand it over to Qiuzhuang.”

“Qiuzhuang, where is it?”

“Zhejiang, Wuxin Island.”

After answering, Xin Jiyue asked in surprise: “I just… said what?”

Li Zhuoyuan: “You didn’t say anything, your mouth is very stubborn.”

The youth waved his hand.

Run Sheng loosened his restraint on the woman.

Xin Jiyue covered her chest, and some doubts arose.

Li Zhuoyuan threw the underwear back to her. Xin Jiyue caught it and asked: “You want to let me go?”

“If you haven’t eaten, you can leave and eat.”

“That dog with the surname Pu…”

“Go on.”

Xin Jiyue didn’t dare to say anything more. She put away her underwear properly and left in a hurry, the kind that takes three steps and looks back.

Yin Meng asked: “Xiao Yuan brother, is it Wanhua?”

If it was Wanhua, it would be a good start. And she had just read the latest “Rules of Jianghu Travel,” where Xiao Yuan brother wrote: There should be no sudden attacks in the *jianghu*.

Li Zhuoyuan: “Hard to say, but it’s possible.”

Zhejiang, Wuxin Island, Qiuzhuang.

The *jianghu* no longer making sudden attacks and the *jianghu* moving forward to give you Wanhua do not contradict each other.

If it wants to push him to solve the problem, giving him clues early and actively, and then giving him enough time to prepare well, can also be understood.

But this kind of “favor” has a price. The more so, the more it means that the difficulty of this next wave will be greater.

“Let’s go, let’s go back.”

Pu Laotou’s funeral was still ongoing.

After the meal, the funeral band wore their robes and began to perform the ceremony. Li Sanjiang held a peach wood sword and walked in the front, like an experienced leader.

The scene was very noisy and lively. Xiong Shan, Run Sheng, and the others were also called by Li Sanjiang to beat gongs and drums. There was also music mixed in the sounds.

The song was very rich in elements, with both crying for the funeral and chanting scriptures, and even accompaniment. There were even sounds from the audience outside the field, with men talking, children laughing, and shouting.

Clearly, there were no mourners at Pu Laotou’s house, and the villagers who had watched the performance in the morning were not too interested in the afternoon’s rituals. Yet, they managed to create the feeling of “a crowded courtyard like a market.”

Li Zhuoyuan placed a wooden fish in front of him and knocked it according to the rhythm. Grandpa also put the unbound “Secret Techniques of the Room” in front of him, indicating that he should follow the movements with his mouth and recite casually.

This was considered the lightest work Grandpa arranged.

Li Zhuoyuan knocked the wooden fish while thinking about Xin Jiyue’s matter, and then he pulled out his phone.

He went to the small store at the entrance of the village, picked up the phone, and called Tan Wenbin.

After a while, Tan Wenbin called back.

“Xiao Yuan brother, I’ll be back tomorrow!”

“You go to Zhejiang, the key clues: Wuxin Island, Qiuzhuang. The surname ‘Qiu,’ the manor ‘Zhuang.’ See if you can find anything.”

“Okay, I’ll leave tonight.”

“No rush, go tomorrow. Spend some more time with your mom, dad, and Zhou Yunyun.”

“Okay, understood.”

After hanging up, Li Zhuoyuan returned to the funeral scene and continued to knock the wooden fish.

He was following Grandpa’s instructions, knocking and reciting casually, not taking it seriously at all. One reason was that Pu Laotou didn’t deserve his spiritual assistance, and the other was that the old thing couldn’t stand it either.

The youth didn’t want this funeral, which could have been finished in a timely manner, to have strange occurrences because of him.

As for sending Tan Wenbin to investigate alone first, it was also after careful consideration.

If Qiuzhuang was really Wanhua, giving him the clue so early meant a favor and recognition from the *jianghu*, so Tan Wenbin’s trip wouldn’t be very dangerous.

If Qiuzhuang was not Wanhua, but just an ordinary causal connection in the *jianghu* travel, then Tan Wenbin would have even less danger.

The new stage of *jianghu* travel naturally required new response measures. Before, he wouldn’t have let his subordinates explore the path alone.

At this moment, a taxi drove over on the village road.

Pu Xingsheng, his wife, and daughter Pu Meina were in the car.

They were just returning, so they definitely hadn’t gone to the town health center, but to a hospital in the city.

Pu Meina’s front teeth were missing, and her face was wrapped in gauze. At this age, children are most afraid of facial disfigurement, because it is very likely to leave a lifelong scar.

But her fall had nothing to do with Li Zhuoyuan. If the youth were truly angry and wanted to act, she and her family would have been countless times more miserable.

Li Zhuoyuan could read lips. Even with the car window and this distance, he could tell what they were saying.

Pu Meina was crying and cursing him. Her mom was on the side helping her daughter scold, alternating between Mandarin, Nantong dialect, and Shanghai dialect. Her vocabulary was truly quite rich.

Clearly, it was the girl who fell on her own, but her family had already pushed the blame onto him.

Pu Xingsheng sat in the passenger seat, his gaze fixed on him, who was sitting in the tent knocking the wooden fish.

The taxi stopped. While paying the fare, Pu Xingsheng turned to his wife and daughter in the back seat and said: “Meina, watch how Dad messes with him!”

After getting out, he took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, and then looked at the brightness of the cigarette butt.

Immediately after, he quickly walked towards the courtyard.

Li Zhuoyuan’s current position was in the outermost ring of the courtyard. The rest of the people were busy with the funeral process inside.

However, after detecting that Pu Xingsheng and his family were back, Run Sheng, Xiong Shan, and the others were about to put down their work and planned to come over.

Although they knew that ordinary people wouldn’t pose any threat to the youth, their responsibility was to block any threat.

Li Zhuoyuan lifted his hand, indicating that they didn’t need to come over, so they stopped.

The youth continued to sit there, casually knocking the wooden fish and reciting scriptures.

He knew that Pu Xingsheng was protecting that lit cigarette with his hand. When he passed by him, he would deliberately use the cigarette to burn him. Well, he would probably burn his face.

After it happened, he would likely pretend that the cigarette butt fell by accident, apologize quickly, and even offer to pay compensation.

A very difficult-to-understand operation, yet it fit his behavioral characteristics: cowardly, sinister, bad, and still pretending.

After encountering Yu Miaomiao last time, Li Zhuoyuan lowered his guard and began to analyze the thinking logic of fools.

Pu Xingsheng walked into the tent, quickening his pace. He raised his left hand and greeted Li Sanjiang, enthusiastically shouting: “You’ve worked hard, Li Laoye, truly hard!”

Then, as he passed by the youth, he held the lit cigarette in his right hand and forcefully pressed it towards the youth’s face.

But the expected scream did not appear. His body had already passed by. He lifted his hand and saw that the cigarette was gone. Did it fall?

At this moment, Li Sanjiang walked over to exchange greetings with Pu Xingsheng. The funeral band was about to finish their performance, and they also wanted to pack up and leave.

Pu Meina was originally full of anticipation, but when she saw the youth acting as if nothing had happened, she cried again.

Her mom comforted her daughter while preparing to take matters into her own hands, picking up a stone. But she saw Li Hua, who had already packed his bowl and chopsticks, walk over and just stare at her.

Li Hua had a withered yellow hand that looked very fierce. This was a fake hand woven from straw.

Li Zhuoyuan opened his palm, and a cigarette that had already been extinguished fell to the ground. Just now, he had condensed a piece of pottery from blood mist and used it to clip the cigarette over.

He was not angry. He had seen many big rivers and waves. For this kind of person, he really couldn’t get angry. They didn’t deserve it either.

Li Zhuoyuan seriously knocked the wooden fish and recited the Heart Sutra rhythmically.

Clearly, there was no wind, but the candle on the offering table in the mourning hall suddenly began to shake violently.

Inside the ice coffin, Pu Laotou’s corpse twitched continuously.

Pu Laotou was originally under Xin Jiyue’s prohibition, unable to be reincarnated. Li Zhuoyuan’s spiritual assistance was equivalent to letting the originally suppressed Pu Laotou suffer several torments at once. After being buried, the backlash on his descendants would also be more rapid and terrible.

But this had nothing to do with Li Zhuoyuan. The prohibition was not placed by him. People wanted to burn him, but he not only didn’t blame them, he even actively knocked the wooden fish and recited scriptures. This was called repaying resentment with virtue.

Pu Laotou was buried.

Grandpa’s chosen burial spot was not considered auspicious, but it wasn’t bad either.

But as soon as he was buried, black water emerged from below.

It was a good thing Pu Xingsheng brought his wife and daughter. Although they wore hemp and mourning clothes, they didn’t have much close feeling for their dad, so they all knelt quite far away.

Li Sanjiang was busy instructing Run Sheng and Xiong Shan to quickly fill the soil, muttering to himself: Damn it, how much evil did he do in his life? I’m afraid it will all be counted on his descendants in the end.

The funeral band finished their work first, but because Li Sanjiang, as the middleman, settled the debts happily, they were not in a hurry to leave. Instead, after packing their things, they helped dismantle the shed and move things.

Soon, everyone’s things were packed, and they withdrew from the scene together.

Besides the opportunity to burn the cigarette butt, there was always someone standing by Li Zhuoyuan’s side. Pu Xingsheng glared at him several times, but he didn’t dare to truly tear off the facade. After all, there were many people on this side, and they looked sturdy and not like pushovers. He was a coward.

On the way back, Li Sanjiang again let Xiao Yuan Hou sit in the front of the car.

Grandpa was in a good mood and simply paid everyone’s salary for this month in advance.

The money wasn’t much, because when they applied for the job, they wanted the lowest price, wishing they only had to manage their meals to be willing to help you with things.

However, Li Sanjiang would supplement the market price by sending red envelopes during holidays and festivals.

After receiving the money, Xiong Shan and Li Hua each spit on their fingertips and seriously counted.

They naturally didn’t care about this little money, but seeing Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu seriously counting their salaries every time, they just followed suit.

In the beginning, they didn’t feel anything, they just simply came to seek refuge with the Dragon King for the future of their son.

But the longer they worked, the couple soon noticed something unusual. First was the corpse poison in Xiong Shan’s body, which became more and more peaceful and actually never attacked again.

Li Hua, who had given birth to a child while traveling the *jianghu* that year, had left a hidden illness in her body, which was originally supposed to accompany her for life, being useless even with medicine and stone. During this period, it was actually also miraculously recovering.

Only then did the two of them gradually understand why the high and mighty Dragon King’s family would borrow a place to live here, and why the two from the Dragon King’s family, one helped with cooking and the other helped with farming.

Damn it, this was simply a spring of blessings!

By the time they returned home, it was already dusk. Aunt Liu had prepared dinner in advance, and everyone ate together.

After dinner, Li Sanjiang, as usual, wanted to go for a walk again. Li Zhuoyuan wanted to follow, but was refused by Li Sanjiang.

However, after Grandpa left, Cui Cui came with her homework. She said that Li Laoye had gone to her house to find her grandma to chat about the dream matter.

Clearly, there were “abundant talents” at home, yet Grandpa actively sought external help.

Li Zhuoyuan let A Li accompany Cui Cui with her homework. He first returned to his room, opened the wordless book, and used up today’s divination amount.

In the painting in the wordless book, the “Evil Book” had already turned into a dry bone, sitting there, motionless.

It looked like it was about to die, but it might never die.

When he walked out of the room, he just saw A Li holding a pen, writing down the answer to Cui Cui’s question, and then putting down the pen.

Cui Cui first stared at the answer for a while, and then immediately said with a laugh: “Ah, so it’s like this.”

Li Zhuoyuan noticed that Cui Cui’s homework was on the Olympiad topic. The topics were quite difficult, and she should be preparing to participate in the competition.

After finishing the homework, it was getting late, and Cui Cui prepared to go home.

Li Zhuoyuan held A Li’s hand and sent Cui Cui home together.

Cui Cui always enjoyed this feeling of walking the country road with her companions, like a butterfly, spinning happily non-stop. She said she wanted to study well like Yuan Hou brother, participate in competitions, strive to skip grades, and later get into a good university.

After sending Cui Cui to the embankment of her house, Li Zhuoyuan’s ears twitched slightly, hearing the sound of dialogue between Liu Jin Xia and Grandpa in the room.

Their conversation should also be coming to an end, because both of them were very emotional.

Liu Jin Xia: “I said, I don’t understand what kind of labor-turning-luck array you arranged in the beginning, but I just feel that to solve this problem, you just need to draw the array again and reverse it.

Three Jiang Hou, you are old and can’t stand this kind of torment. Besides, the child is still young, it doesn’t matter.”

Li Sanjiang: “I said, this method won’t work. The child is still interning at university now, developing so well, how can I possibly start doing these things again?”

Liu Jin Xia: “The things you did in the beginning probably didn’t have any effect either.”

Li Sanjiang: “What if it has a little effect? I dare not take risks with the child’s matter. I am a person who can lie in a coffin and enter the soil at any time. An old life is worthless, but it cannot affect the child.”

It was very obvious that Grandpa knew that the dream he had was related to the luck-turning ceremony he had arranged initially.

Because he only started having that dream after arranging this array at that time.

And the original intention of arranging this array was because both Li Sanjiang and Liu Jin Xia saw that after Xiao Yuan Hou experienced the Xiao Huang Ying incident, he became prone to seeing and attracting dirty things. Li Sanjiang just wanted to transfer all these disasters to himself, so that his great-grandson could return to a normal person’s life.

“Then I have no way. All the methods I mentioned to you before have been used, but none of them worked.”

“Then forget it, it’s hard on you too.”

Li Sanjiang sighed and stood up to leave. When he walked to the embankment and saw Li Zhuoyuan, he laughed again and said:

“Liu Blind, I’ll leave first. My Xiao Yuan Hou is here to pick me up!”