Chapter 256

Chapter 250

Runsheng: "I'm going to buy food, what do you all want to eat?"

Liang Yan: "Anything."

Liang Li: "Anything is fine."

Runsheng looked at Xu Ming on the hospital bed. Xu Ming first looked at his currently hanging glucose drip, then slightly shook his head.

Immediately after, Runsheng bent down again and looked at the coiled colorful python snake under the hospital bed.

The python snake flicked its tongue at Runsheng, competing fiercely. It wasn't afraid of Runsheng, at least not now.

Runsheng regretfully straightened up and walked out of the hospital room.

Just as he walked out of the inpatient building, he saw Wu Xin walking towards him.

Wu Xin's attire was originally quite literary, but his previous image was a bit greasy. Now, he looked much better; his whole person was visibly refreshed, all thanks to the breath Runsheng gave him.

Seeing Runsheng, Wu Xin hurriedly covered his belly and jogged over:

"I was looking for you all."

"We were also looking for you."

"After I went back, those three were already awake. Their names finally matched their faces, and the heavy stone in my heart can be considered settled. I'll arrange for them to stay in the hospital for a while longer to consolidate a bit and ensure stability."

"Okay."

"What about that one?"

"He left."

"What about you? Should I send you back to the guesthouse?"

"No need."

"Next work arrangement... Do you all want to go see me at the worksite?"

"Later."

"I need to rest for two days. That breath today, the taste was really too strong. How did you endure it?"

"I'm used to it."

"Then in a few days, I'll contact you. Shall I arrange the program?"

"Okay."

"Arejiangyan's scenery is good, but the population is small. All the fun is in Rongcheng.

Alas, he's still young, otherwise we could have just pulled him directly to Rongcheng; the program would be very rich.

Right, he is he and you all are you all. Tell me what you want to play, I'll arrange it for you and guarantee you'll have a good time and not waste this trip."

"See pandas."

"Uh... Then I'll buy tickets for you all?"

"Okay."

"For the next work arrangement, you all can be casual. Just let me know in advance when you're leaving, and I'll approve your internship. Don't worry about anything."

"Thanks."

"I should be thanking you all." Wu Xin subconsciously reached for his cigarette box. As he was taking it out, his hand stiffened.

Runsheng thought he didn't have cigarettes, so he reminded him: "The small store is over there."

Wu Xin took out the cigarette box and casually placed the lighter and cigarette box on the steps: "I'm not smoking, I plan to quit."

Runsheng picked up the lighter. The lighter had clear texture and an exquisite shape. Runsheng simply put it into his pocket. He didn't take the cigarettes.

"See you again."

"See you again."

After Wu Xin left, Runsheng prepared to continue buying food.

The hospital had a cafeteria, but although the sun was starting to set, it was still a while before dinner time.

Looking around, Runsheng saw a person riding a tricycle drive into the hospital. The cart was loaded with several layers of large steamers selling steamed buns.

Runsheng stopped him.

Not long after, that person rode his tricycle out of the hospital again, with a bright smile on his face.

Inside the hospital room.

Liang Yan and Liang Li watched Runsheng, who had gone to buy food, come back carrying two large bags of steamed buns.

Liang Yan: "Only this?"

Runsheng: "The cafeteria isn't serving yet. You can only buy this inside the hospital."

Liang Li: "Isn't there a restaurant outside the hospital?"

Runsheng: "They're talking things outside a bit far away. We shouldn't go disturb them."

After giving the two sisters their share of steamed buns, Runsheng sat on the ground.

There were empty chairs, but Runsheng liked watching the python snake under the bed eat. As he watched it, the steamed buns in his mouth seemed to have a meaty flavor as well.

Liang Yan: "Tell us about the matter with your head, okay?"

Liang Li: "Anyway, the one you dealt with has a very good relationship with you."

Runsheng didn't speak, just focused on eating steamed buns.

Liang Yan: "Just say something casually, it's fine. Why are you so tight-lipped? Even your eyes have to cooperate now."

"He's come out," Liang Li reached up and covered her right eye, continuing, "Currently coming towards our direction."

Although the two sisters didn't leave this room, the young Taoist's every move was still under their control.

Liang Li actively walked over and opened the door. The young Taoist just happened to pass by the door. He habitually glanced inside, and paused slightly when he saw the many steamed buns beside Runsheng.

Then, with a smile on his face, he continued walking forward and went downstairs.

Liang Li didn't follow him out, but leaned against the wall, continuing to cover her right eye to maintain surveillance.

Liang Yan: "Where did he go?"

Liang Li: "Out of the inpatient building, but it looks like he doesn't want to leave the hospital."

Liang Yan: "Keep a close eye on him."

Liang Li: "You talk too much."

After a while, Liang Li said: "He's back, he's upstairs."

Liang Yan: "What is he doing?"

Liang Li: "Can't tell, looks like he's looking for something, but didn't find it."

After the young Taoist walked up to this floor, Liang Li took down the hand covering her right eye.

"That... excuse me, can I buy some steamed buns?"

The young Taoist stood at the door, his expression a mix of generosity and shyness.

This gave Runsheng a familiar feeling. Once, when facing outsiders, Xiao Yuan also liked to use this expression.

"Grandfather and grandmother like to eat his steamed buns. Every day at this time, he'll be selling them inside the hospital. I just went down to look for him, but didn't find him. After asking around, I found out he just came today and has been completely bought out."

Runsheng: "How many do you want?"

Young Taoist: "Four, three is also fine."

Runsheng pointed to the bag in front of him, indicating he could take them himself.

"Thanks."

The young Taoist walked over, took out three steamed buns from the bag, and then handed the sweaty coins he was gripping tightly in his hand to Runsheng.

Runsheng pushed the money back and took two more steamed buns and placed them in his hand.

"No need to pay."

"How can that be!"

"It's our custom back home, we don't even take money for dry food."

Outside the door, customs can be completely edited as needed now, provided your hometown isn't famous.

"Thanks, where are you from?"

"Nantong."

"Uh..." The young Taoist showed an awkward smile, and then said, "Outstanding people and spiritual land."

Runsheng waved his hand at him.

The young Taoist left with the steamed buns.

Liang Yan: "Nantong?"

Liang Li: "Last time Grandma at home said that the paper boats she made followed the river down and sank just as they reached the boundary of Nantong, unable to pass."

Liang Yan: "Did something happen where you are?"

Runsheng: "No problem."

Liang Li: "Impossible. Grandma made several more paper boats later. The ones going towards Shanghai could pass, but the ones going towards Nantong were destined to sink."

Runsheng: "Is your Grandma an evil spirit?"

Upon hearing these words, the two sisters immediately looked serious, clearly feeling offended.

They instinctively wanted to rebuke him sternly, but having understood from Zhao Yi that this youth's background wasn't bad either, they unconsciously changed their words.

Liang Yan: "Grandma is an ancestor spirit."

Liang Li: "She is the incarnation of the merit of protecting one side's weather and ensuring a good harvest."

Runsheng: "Oh, so she's dead."

Runsheng didn't understand what grandma and ancestor spirit meant. He only knew that with the one under Taolin present, evil spirits couldn't enter the boundary of Nantong.

The two sisters were very angry, but they also knew that the current environment didn't allow them to lose their temper.

Liang Li covered her right eye with her hand: "He's come out again, walking towards here, carrying something."

The young Taoist appeared at the door again: "Hello everyone, these are pickled vegetables Grandma asked me to bring. Please have a taste. My Grandma's pickled vegetables are probably very delicious."

Runsheng took the bag, picked a piece and put it in his mouth. It was very crisp and refreshing, very suitable with steamed buns.

The young Taoist left.

Liang Yan also tasted a bite of the pickled vegetables and asked: "Did you deliberately buy all the steamed buns in advance?"

Liang Li: "To build a relationship with him?"

Runsheng: "I don't have that kind of brain."

For a moment, the two sisters weren't sure if this person was saying the opposite of what he meant.

Runsheng bought all the steamed buns because he could actually eat them all, and the steamed buns were also cheap.

The sky gradually darkened.

Runsheng finished all the steamed buns, leaned against the wall, and sat there lazily. Although his living conditions were much better now, he still enjoyed the feeling of security from being full.

A small bird flew in through the window, landed on Liang Yan's shoulder, and continuously lightly pecked at her earlobe.

Liang Yan stood up and said to Runsheng: "Sun Yan found that Taoist's Taoist temple. Head said we should set out now. Let's go."

Runsheng still sat there, not moving.

"Beep beep... beep beep..."

His waist pager made a sound. Runsheng looked down.

Yin Meng pushed a wheelchair and appeared at the door.

Tan Wenbin, sitting in the wheelchair, said: "Shift change."

Runsheng nodded and stood up.

The two sisters stared at Tan Wenbin curiously.

Liang Yan: "You're actually still alive?"

Liang Li: "How do you feel, doesn't it hurt?"

Tan Wenbin: "After this is over, we can have a team building session and then chat in detail."

Liang Yan and Liang Li walked out of the hospital room. Runsheng followed them out.

Tan Wenbin signaled Yin Meng to push him to the side of the hospital bed. The python snake under the bed again poked out its head.

"Alright, let's play for a bit."

After circling the wheelchair once, the python snake returned to the bottom of the bed.

Tan Wenbin looked at Xu Ming and asked: "Can you speak?"

Xu Ming: "Yes."

Tan Wenbin: "Then tell me about today's matter, the more detailed the better, it's useful to me."

While Xu Ming was narrating, Yin Meng squatted on the ground, looking at the python snake under the bed.

She liked the skin of this python snake. It would be very suitable for making a whip, and the remaining meat and bones could be stewed for Runsheng to eat.

After listening to Xu Ming's narration, Tan Wenbin turned his head and saw Yin Meng still staring at the snake. Tan Wenbin said: "Hey hey, this is one of our allies. Meng Meng, restrain yourself a bit."

Yin Meng: "Allies can still have friction."

Tan Wenbin: "There's no need to lose the big picture over small matters like this. But honestly, that three-eyed guy's army building capability is really strong."

During the Lijiang incident, Zhao Yi's team, including Zhao Yi himself, were almost incapacitated, but he managed to completely rebuild and upgrade them in such a short time.

Not compared to his own team, but purely on the overall level of those involved in this field, Zhao Yi is really among the top tier.

"Cough cough..."

Xu Ming lightly coughed several times, indicating he was still present.

"Meng Meng, send out the one from your home."

"Okay."

Yin Meng flicked her fingertip, and a gu insect flew out, went to the hospital room where the young Taoist was, and began monitoring.

Tan Wenbin shrank back in his wheelchair and let out a shallow yawn.

"Feeling drowsy, Meng Meng, you keep watch, I'll faint for a while."

Tan Wenbin closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

When he was pushed away by Yin Meng, his consciousness was momentarily in a trance.

Yin Meng: "He's going to the toilet."

Tan Wenbin nodded: "Push me over there first."

Chen Jing finished using the toilet and walked back. He saw a wheelchair stopped in the hallway. He curiously walked over and saw a sickly big brother sitting in it.

The big brother's complexion was very bad, looking like he was severely ill and didn't have long to live.

Tan Wenbin slowly opened his eyes, his gaze meeting the young Taoist's.

"Big brother, which room are you in? I'll push you back, okay?"

Tan Wenbin: "I don't want to go back to the room, it's too stuffy in there. I want to go to the balcony to get some air."

"Then I'll push you there?"

"Okay, thank you."

"No trouble at all."

The young Taoist walked behind and put his hands on the wheelchair.

"Hiss..."

This wheelchair was so cold, like touching a block of ice.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Enduring the pain in his palms, the young Taoist pushed Tan Wenbin to the balcony on this floor.

"Just here is fine."

"Okay."

The young Taoist let go, looked down at his hands. His palms were already slightly purple, and he felt no sensation when he pinched them.

"Hu..."

He breathed out and rubbed his hands together.

Chen Jing rubbed his hands for a while before he gradually felt better.

"Big brother, then I'll go back first."

"Okay, go ahead."

The young Taoist walked back. Before turning the corner, he stopped and turned around. He saw that Tan Wenbin, sitting in the wheelchair, had unexpectedly reached the edge of the balcony. There were railings around the balcony, but only on the top and middle sections. An adult could very easily slip through the bottom and jump off.

And at this moment, the person in the wheelchair was struggling to move his body, his head sliding down little by little.

The young Taoist immediately ran back, grabbed Tan Wenbin by the collar with one hand and pulled the wheelchair back with the other.

After pushing it back to the center of the balcony, the young Taoist first breathed a sigh of relief, then frantically gasped for cold air. His hands were even more painful from the cold, especially the hand that had just grabbed Tan Wenbin's clothes.

Suddenly, the young Taoist seemed to remember something. He stared wide-eyed at Tan Wenbin.

"You... you... aren't you... aren't you already..."

"I'm not dead."

"Not dead?" The young Taoist reached into his pocket but felt nothing. The Taoist robe he wore outside was left in the water cave, and the talismans were also there.

Tan Wenbin counter-asked: "What did you think I was trying to do?"

Young Taoist: "You wanted to commit suicide?"

Tan Wenbin: "How can a dead person commit suicide?"

Young Taoist: "Right, that's right, but why is your body so cold?"

Tan Wenbin: "Gradual freezing syndrome."

Young Taoist: "Ah? It seems... it seems I heard about it on the radio before."

Tan Wenbin: "What's your name?"

Young Taoist: "Chen Jing."

Tan Wenbin: "Keep me company and chat for a while?"

Chen Jing looked hesitant.

Tan Wenbin's gaze looked towards the railing, his eyes gradually dimming, as if death would reignite.

"I'll go tell my grandfather and grandmother. I just went to the toilet. If I don't go back for too long, they'll worry. I'll tell them and then come back out?"

"Okay, I'll wait for you."

Chen Jing ran away.

After a while, he ran back again, holding a cup of hot water in his hand.

"Here, drink some hot water to warm up."

"Okay."

Chen Jing sat down beside him.

Tan Wenbin took a sip of water and asked: "Are you and your grandfather and grandmother on good terms?"

"Yes, they raised me since I was a child."

"What about your father?"

"My father is a Taoist, and also my master. He doesn't like me calling him father, only master."

Chen Jing had no reservations, and life in the Taoist temple was too monotonous, almost isolated from the world, so his desire to talk was very strong.

Tan Wenbin didn't deliberately try to get information out of him. Chen Jing himself was like a bamboo tube pouring beans, explaining everything he could about the people and things from his childhood to the present.

However, he omitted some things about the sect's formation and cultivation, not because he wanted to hide anything, but because he felt it wasn't appropriate to tell Tan Wenbin these things, as it might bring trouble to Tan Wenbin.

The more he talked, the happier he became, and the brighter his smile became.

Tan Wenbin only gave appropriate responses at key points to keep his interest in talking going.

Finally, he finished speaking, took a deep breath, and looked up at the starry sky. There seemed to be light in his eyes: "How I wish Grandfather's illness could improve."

Tan Wenbin: "No matter the final outcome, at least you and your grandfather have no regrets, right?"

"That's right, thank you, big brother. Oh, I forgot to ask your name, big brother."

"Tan Wenbin."

"Big Brother Tan?"

"Call me Brother Bin."

"Okay, Brother Binbin."

Hearing this address, Tan Wenbin unconsciously smiled.

Usually, only Brother Xiao Yuan would call him "Brother Binbin".

In fact, from the moment they first met, Tan Wenbin had detected that this young Taoist was very similar to Brother Xiao Yuan, especially this smile.

He remembered a period when Brother Xiao Yuan liked to use this smile very much.

However, Brother Xiao Yuan's smile was an act, while this youth's was a natural and spontaneous expression of true emotion.

After all, not every youth is called "Brother Xiao Yuan".

Perhaps, this was also the reason Brother Xiao Yuan let him take on the task of contacting him.

Now, Tan Wenbin's contact task was considered complete. The original plan was to confirm only three targets.

First was the young Taoist's strength. The young Taoist was an initiate, knew some Taoism, and had some basic skills, but he had never practiced, otherwise his current situation couldn't have been so easily fooled.

Second was the relationship between the young Taoist and that Taoist. Currently, it seemed that although they were father and son, their bond wasn't deep.

Tan Wenbin had a feeling that their father-son relationship must have recently experienced a significant rupture.

Because every time the young Taoist mentioned his master, he was very interested at first, but each time he would talk halfway through, his tone would become low. This was a fresh wound that was faintly painful.

Third was the young Taoist's character, which was very important.

The young Taoist's identity would definitely be used by them. If his character wasn't good, they could discard him after use without guilt; if his character was good, then they would have to consider seeing it through and protecting him in this storm.

Chen Jing: "Ah, I wasn't careful and chatted for so long. Brother Binbin, shall I push you back?"

"Okay."

Tan Wenbin placed a sealing talisman on the wheelchair and covered it with a blanket.

Chen Jing rolled up his sleeves and again reached out to push the wheelchair. Originally, a layer of cloth couldn't have any effect, but this time, Chen Jing was surprisingly surprised to find that it wasn't as cold as before.

"Brother Binbin, your illness has improved!"

"It's all thanks to you, and after chatting with you, I feel much better."

"Then I should talk to my grandfather more, however, he is in a coma most of the time, and he's awake for very little time during the day."

"He can feel you are accompanying him."

When they reached the door of the hospital room, Chen Jing said somewhat surprisingly: "When I came to this room before, there was a very tall big brother who bought a lot of steamed buns, and he even gave me some."

"He's my friend, called Mule."

"Surname Luo?"

"Alright, you go back and rest. Tomorrow you still have to be busy taking care of the patient."

"Brother Binbin, you also rest early. If you want to chat, call me, especially if you want to go to the balcony."

"Okay, definitely."

After Chen Jing left, Yin Meng came over and closed the hospital room door.

Yin Meng: "Indeed, there's no one in this world you can't handle, even if you almost became a ghost yourself."

Tan Wenbin: "He's a good kid, just like Brother Xiao Yuan when I first met him."

Yin Meng: "That sounds... a bit scary."

Tan Wenbin: "Brother Xiao Yuan was quite warm at first. In the gaps when my dad was hitting me with his belt, he even conveniently helped me finish my homework and papers."

Yin Meng: "Anyway, the decision is up to you all."

Tan Wenbin: "Wrong, I'm only responsible for giving suggestions, the decision is made by Brother Xiao Yuan, but I feel that this child should be protected."

After Chen Jing returned to the hospital room, he first covered the grandmother who was sleeping beside the bed with a quilt, then took a towel and gently wiped away the saliva flowing from the corner of the grandfather's mouth on the hospital bed.

After confirming everything, he sat on a chair, propped his chin with both hands, looking at his grandfather for a while and his grandmother for a while. In his mind, all were beautiful memories of living together in the past.

Although he was born without a mother, he still had a beautiful and happy childhood.

...

"Did you all find this family? They went to the hospital, left early. There's no one at home now. Hey, it's really strange. I never saw any guests at his house before, but once he's in the hospital, he gets guests every day."

After the neighbor finished shouting, he walked to the side of the toilet while scratching his butt, pulled down his flat-angle pants, and started urinating.

Li Zhuiyuan and Zhao Yi stood at the door. This location was the coordinate that Sun Yan sent back with the animal. After that Taoist left the hospital, he came here again and then went up Qingcheng Mountain.

Zhao Yi: "This should be that young Taoist's grandfather and grandmother's home."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay."

Zhao Yi: "Shall we go in and take a look? Maybe there's a clue that he deliberately came here on his way back to the Taoist temple."

Li Zhuiyuan pointed in the direction of the neighbor's toilet: "Let's look at him first."

Zhao Yi flashed away, his speed very fast. The neighbor had just finished peeing and was pulling up his pants, still in the stage of adjusting himself.

A hand just appeared in front of him, its fingertip carrying an anesthetic. He hadn't even figured out what was going on when he was knocked out.

Li Zhuiyuan walked over and signaled Zhao Yi to lay the neighbor man flat on the ground.

The youth gently placed his hand on the man's forehead, closed his eyes, and gently tapped with his fingertips.

Having had several experiences, Li Zhuiyuan didn't choose to read all of the man's memories this time, only quickly searching for traces of modification.

Soon, he found that, to use an analogy, the memory was like a steel pipe, and one area had been welded over again.

Li Zhuiyuan began to focus on reading this segment of memory. Luckily, the original memory segment hadn't been erased, but scattered.

The youth suspected that this might be because this segment of memory happened relatively early, and at that time "that one" wasn't like he is now, able to do as he pleases.

The rough work from that year also left enough traces, and Li Zhuiyuan pieced it together himself.

It wasn't very complete, nor continuous, a bit like reading a pirated comic book with many incorrect pages, missing pages, and repetitions, but it didn't affect understanding the story.

This segment of memory began one night, similar to tonight, when this neighbor also went out to the toilet.

He had problems with frequent urination and urgency, so he had to get up many times during the night.

When he finished using the toilet and was about to go back to sleep, he seemed to hear strange sounds coming from the next door.

The neighbor had originally had an obsession with the daughter of the people next door. They grew up in separate yards but were childhood sweethearts, and he had once fantasized about becoming a couple with her later.

Who knew that she, somehow, became pregnant before marriage.

This was a very embarrassing matter in the current village, and the man never formally showed himself.

"Could it be that she's giving birth?"

Half out of lingering feelings for her and half out of simple neighborly kindness, after all, there was a pregnant woman in the house, something might go wrong.

He simply flipped over the yard wall, came into the opposite yard, sneaked to the window, and peeked inside through a gap.

The following scene was the most severely damaged, already discontinuous, only seeing some pictures: a pregnant woman tied to a rack, two old people tied hand and foot and gagged, as well as a man in a Taoist robe with a cold face.

The man was quite a bit younger than he was now, the young Taoist's master.

The master held a large black gourd in his hand, and root-like reeds were thin and straight, one segment inserted into the gourd and one segment inserted into the pregnant woman's body. The pregnant woman's wrist was cut open, and fresh blood gushed out, falling into a white gourd below.

One side was being filled, and the other side was flowing out. After one was empty and the other full, they would be exchanged, and it would be done again.

What was originally in the gourd was not ordinary people's blood, but demon blood. This simple and crude blood exchange method was equivalent to a death sentence for the pregnant woman.

The pregnant woman was struggling painfully, and the two old people weren't knocked out, currently witnessing all of this personally, constantly crying and roaring "woo woo".

In the last picture, the Taoist raised his head and made eye contact with "Li Zhuiyuan". That peeking neighbor was discovered at this time.

His memory was also modified.

Killing people is actually simpler, but the follow-up was that the Taoist also modified the memories of the young Taoist's grandfather and grandmother. He wanted the young Taoist to grow up in a "normal family environment".

This was also the reason he didn't choose to use force to take the young Taoist away in the hospital today.

This kind of stubbornness must have a deeper purpose.

In reality, Li Zhuiyuan opened his eyes and described the memory pictures he had seen earlier to Zhao Yi.

After listening, Zhao Yi said: "That young Taoist is specially cultivated. The other party not only wants physical quality, but also a healthy spirit."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Now we can go to that house over there and take a look."

Zhao Yi: "Wait a minute, I'll first send this old brother to his room. Sleeping here and freezing would be even worse."

When Zhao Yi sent the man back and came out, he found that the youth had already climbed over the wall and was standing at the door of the room next door.

Zhao Yi took a simple run-up, leaped down, and landed beside the youth.

He deliberately wanted to show off his skill to change the stereotypical impression he had in the youth's heart.

Li Zhuiyuan grabbed the doorknob with his right hand. After blood mist overflowed and drilled into the lock, there was a crisp "click", the lock fell off, and the door opened.

It was an ordinary mountain village house that hadn't been lived in for a while, so it was a bit dusty, but the items inside were neatly arranged.

There was only one bedroom, with a large bed and a small bed. There were still many toys hanging on the small bed.

It seemed that even after the young Taoist followed his master into the Taoist temple, the old couple still kept his bed and various living traces as a memento.

Zhao Yi sniffed and asked: "Did you smell it? There's a smell of mud and ash."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Mud and ash?"

Zhao Yi: "Mud and ash, floating in the air, a faint residue. This has nothing to do with formation, purely because I used to be a clean freak and didn't like dust in the room."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Where?"

"Under the small bed." Zhao Yi bent down. "There's a seam opened here. Wait, I'll pry it open."

Zhao Yi took out the bricks one by one. The inner wall began to continuously loosen, and a waterproof leather appeared. He grabbed it and pulled it up, revealing a dry corpse full of green hair inside.

There were many talismans stuck on the dry corpse, these talismans were also new and old. It seemed that the Taoist would regularly come to this room, open the interlayer, and stick on new talismans.

Zhao Yi: "So, the young Taoist's mother died during childbirth."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Okay."

Zhao Yi: "He killed someone, and then sealed them in here, letting her watch her own child sleep every night. Ha, he might even think he's being kind."

The two old people would definitely take their grandson to worship their daughter during holidays every year. The young Taoist's mother definitely had a grave, but that grave below should be empty. Every night, they missed their daughter every day while sleeping in the same room.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Demon energy entering the body, dying in childbirth, and being suppressed all this time, this is even without the chance of reincarnation."

Zhao Yi: "If I could choose, I would rather directly break into my home, do whatever needs to be done, whether it can be done or not is another matter.

This kind of memory modification, making you treat a life-and-death enemy as a relative, it's disgusting to even think about it."

Li Zhuiyuan reached out and pulled a pinch of green hair from the dry corpse, handing it to Zhao Yi: "Smell this again."

"What for?"

"Can you tell what kind of demon aura it is?"

"Are you taking me for a heavenly dog?"

"After all, you were Erlang Shen once."

Zhao Yi took the green hair and put it in his pocket: "Let Sun Yan distinguish it later, she can definitely tell."

"Seal it back first, pay attention to details."

"I knew I shouldn't have come out with you. I have to do all the work."

"You weren't lazy at all when you were on the brink of death."

Zhao Yi sealed the dry corpse back again. After finishing the work, he patted his hands and walked out of the room with the youth.

A large bird circled twice in the air and then swooped down towards Zhao Yi.

Zhao Yi: "Does it look familiar? It's the one you all pinched to death. I refined it into a puppet, but it cost me a lot of good materials."

The big bird landed on Zhao Yi's arm, its neck stiffly twisted, then its mouth began to tremble, emitting a special sound.

Zhao Yi laughed: "Okay, Liang Yan and their team have already headed towards that Taoist temple. They'll be attacking there now.

This way, we can both delay that Taoist and prevent him from going to the hospital tonight; we can also conveniently borrow the hands of others to test that Taoist's true strength in advance.

It's just a bit unkind, sorry about that."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Where is it unkind?"

"They're rushing to seize the 'Seal Demon Conference' invitation. Isn't it just right to find the person who sent the invitation for the invitation?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi nodded with a smile: "That's right, I might actually be helpful."