Run Sheng saw Mr. Shan, his face serene and reserved.
It was the first ti since Run Sheng could rember seeing such an expression on his grandfather's face, as his grandfather was always irritable, showing emotions openly.
Tan Wenbin saw his father Tan Yunlong; if you just took the face from the top of the tower alone, it would be perfect for a tombstone. Pulling back the cara, is a mother crying helplessly in the rain, and oneself surrounded by police colleagues of his father, along with the bureau leader giving the family final comfort.
Lin Shuyou saw his grandfather, wearing official makeup, but no longer murderous; instead, there was a sense of desolation and death.
Zhao Yi saw Mr. Tian, looking lifeless, closely resembling the image when he was sent ho after being disabled, lying on the bed motionless staring at the ceiling.
Eventually, after repeated persuasion, Zhao Yi let him help continue pounding herbs for dicine, which gave him renewed hope and vitality.
"Heh..."
Zhao Yi's lips curled into a smile.
This young master actually saw you here.
Once back, telling Old Tian about this, the old man would surely roll happily on the bed.
A Yuan saw a white old ape, with its head open like a lid, boiling inside, full of white steam.
The old ape's eyes were devoid of light, as if it had long accepted such a fate.
Yu Miaomiao saw an imposing old woman, whose status in the Yu Family was equivalent to Liu Yui in the Liu family, the matriarchal grandmother figure.
But as she watched, her grandmother's face grew fur, her eyes rounded, with whiskers at the lip.
Confusion flowed from Yu Miaomiao's eyes.
She couldn't discern who she was seeing, because she couldn't discern who she really was.
Li Zhiyuan saw a face, but it was only a face.
The face seed to try hard to transform into a particular appearance, but never succeeded.
During Alii's dream, Li Zhiyuan couldn't see the face of the man in the black robe either.
Originally thought the man intentionally disguised his true appearance, it seems it was misunderstood, it wasn't pretense, but the man couldn't see a human side through him.
Yin ng saw her grandfather, and then grandfather quickly vanished.
A panic arose in her heart.
Most revered was her grandfather, but such fondness, having been carefully cared for over ten years, had long been worn by ti.
After grandfather's face disappeared, it morphed into a unique face.
This face lacked humanity, like a clay statue.
In Fengdu, his statues and portraits were everywhere.
Since understanding, Yin ng was repeatedly told by her grandfather, her ancestor was Yin Changsheng, and his blood flowed in her veins.
And when Yin Changsheng's idol's face was reflected, the bell on the tower chid again.
"Buzz!"
The face was retracted, no longer visible.
Except Li Zhiyuan, everyone's gaze froze, then quickly resud.
Inside, everyone was extrely apprehensive, the atmosphere was heavily oppressive.
It's hard to imagine, if fighting against such existence would be terrifying.
No need for skill, no need for array, not even words…
They only stood there, and your consciousness and emotions would be automatically drawn.
Suddenly, although no sunlight could penetrate here, the flying eaves on the pavilion shone brightly, light scattering on the dining table surface, beginning to circulate.
Silent yet obvious: Please, join the feast.
It had been noticed long ago, the wave of regulations was strong, thus, certain fixed processes had to be completed.
Everyone understood this, long comprehended it.
Only Li Zhiyuan specifically glanced at Yin ng.
The young man suspected, this ti it wasn't a fixed process, but the Yin family's special role in Jianghu had once again been triggered.
The ancestor's legacy allows descendants better eating opportunities, the Yin family deeply epitomizes this point, they truly take it as a al.
Yu Miaomiao and A Yuan were the first to enter the pavilion, though there was no main seat, she still naturally chose to sit facing the white road direction.
Run Sheng and Tan Wenbin each sat close to them, they had the best health and were considered protective isolation.
After everyone sat down, an empty chair remained.
Zhao Yi sat beside Li Zhiyuan, pointed to the wine glass in front, with a smile: "How about a toast between us brothers?"
The wine glass was directly above, exposed, with drops of pearl water dripping, enabling continuous steam evaporation while replenishing, quite ingenious.
Li Zhiyuan shook his head: "Brain developnt stage, can't drink alcohol."
Zhao Yi's lips quivered, thinking: Does your brain still need to grow?
However, he said it casually, he didn't dare drink the wine here.
As for the dishes on the table, appearing both delightful in color and fragrance, yet unaware how many years they've sat here, truly zombie at.
No one lifted a chopstick or moved a glass, everyone sat quietly, waiting for the process to end.
Run Sheng kept swallowing saliva.
Li Zhiyuan said: "Brother Runsheng, if you want to eat, go ahead and eat."
The host likely wouldn't poison the food, of course, the food itself… doesn't need poison.
Run Sheng was surprised and delighted, smiling as he picked up chopsticks and began picking dishes.
Under Yu Miaomiao and A Yuan's wide-eyed gaze, he delivered these delicacies into his mouth, eating them satisfyingly.
While eating these dishes, he didn't need to burn incense.
Whenever Run Sheng followed Li Sanjiang to sit vegetarian, he would be arranged into a corner after seating, Li Sanjiang ordering the host to serve him dishes and a small bucket of rice.
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