This was arranged by Grandmaster, the easiest job.
Li Zhiyuan was tapping the wooden fish while pondering the matter of Xin Jiyue, and then he was distracted.
He went to the village's small store, picked up the phone, and dialed Tan Wenbin.
Before long, Tan Wenbin called back.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, I'll be back tomorrow!"
"You should make a trip to Zhoushan, key clues: Heartless Island, Qiu Mansion. The 'Qiu' of the surna, the mansion of the estate, see if you can find anything."
"Okay, I'll head there tonight."
"No rush, go tomorrow, spend more ti with your parents and Zhou Yunyun."
"Okay, understood."
Hung up, Li Zhiyuan returned to the funeral place and resud tapping the wooden fish.
He followed Grandmaster's order, tapping and chanting casually, not giving it any seriousness. Firstly, that Old Man Park didn't deserve his blessing, and secondly, the old thing couldn't withstand it.
The young man didn't want this quick funeral to cause strange disturbances because of him.
As for having Tan Wenbin go alone to investigate first, that was a deliberate choice after careful thought.
If Qiu Mansion is truly Langhua, giving a nod early to him implies a favor and emphasis from Jiang Shui, which ans the danger level of this mission won't be high for Tan Wenbin.
If Qiu Mansion isn't Langhua, just an ordinary incidental contact with Zou Jiang, then Tan Wenbin would face even less risk.
A new phase in Zou Jiang naturally cos with new coping strategies; before he wouldn't have let his n go alone to probe.
At that mont, a taxi approached via the village road.
In the car were Pu Xingsheng, his wife, and daughter Park Minah.
They only returned now, obviously not visiting the town clinic but a city hospital.
Park Minah's front teeth were exposed, her face wrapped in bandages. At this age, children fear facial disfigurent most, as it might leave a lifelong scar.
But her fall really had nothing to do with Li Zhiyuan; if the young man truly wanted to strike, she and her family would be far worse off.
Li Zhiyuan could read lips. Despite the car window glass and the distance, he could tell what they were saying.
Park Minah was crying, cursing him. Her mom joined in, cursing with a mix of Nantong and Shanghai dialects, surprisingly articulate.
Even though they saw the girl fall by herself, they had long pinned the bla on him.
Pu Xingsheng sat in the passenger seat, glaring intensely at Li Sanjiang, who was tapping the wooden fish in the tent.
The taxi stopped, Pu Xingsheng paid the fare while turning to the wife and daughter in the backseat, saying, "Minah, watch how dad deals with him!"
After getting off, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff, then checked the cigarette's brightness.
Quickly, he walked towards the courtyard.
Li Zhiyuan sat at the outermost part of the yard, while others were busy inside with the funeral process.
But upon noticing Pu Xingsheng and family return, Run Sheng and Xiong Shan prepared to drop their work and move closer.
Though they knew normal people posed no threat to the young man, their duty was to block any threat.
Li Zhiyuan raised his hand slightly, signaling they didn't need to co over, and they halted.
The young man casually sat there, tapping the wooden fish and chanting scriptures.
He knew, Pu Xingsheng was shielding the lit cigarette with his hand, and when passing by him, he would intentionally burn him with the cigarette, probably on his face.
After the incident, he would likely excuse it by claiming the cigarette accidentally fell, apologize hurriedly, and express willingness to compensate.
Such incomprehensible conduct, yet it matched his behavior traits: cowardly, sinister, and vile while liking to pretend.
After encountering Yu Miaomiao last ti, Li Zhiyuan focused on analyzing the thought processes of morons.
Pu Xingsheng sped into the tent, quickening his pace, raising his left hand to greet Li Sanjiang warmly, "Thanks, Mr. Li, truly hard work!"
Then, passing by the young man's side, he pressed the lit cigarette firmly towards the young man's face.
But the anticipated scream didn't occur; he had already passed the profile. He raised his hand, finding the cigarette gone—dropped?
At that point, Li Sanjiang approached for transition, the funeral troupe was about done, ready to pack up and leave.
Park Minah initially had high hopes, only to see the young man unscathed, crying again.
Her mom comforted the daughter while picking up a stone, but just as Lihua walked over after packing up dishes, her gaze fixated on her.
Lihua's hand was particularly hideous and yellowed, a fake hand woven from straw.
Li Zhiyuan spread his palm, and an extinguished cigarette dropped to the ground, just then, he had condensed a ceramic fragnt with blood mist, clipping the cigarette over.
He didn't get angry, having seen too much in life, towards such people, nothing to be angry about—they weren't worthy.
Li Zhiyuan earnestly tapped the wooden fish, reciting formal sutras.
Despite no wind, the candle on the altar table suddenly began shaking violently.
In the ice coffin, Old Man Park's corpse convulsed repeatedly.
Old Man Park was originally restricted by Xin Jiyue, unable to reincarnate; Li Zhiyuan's blessings further tornted the already suffocating Old Man Park, increasing the retribution severity and intimidation upon burial.
Yet this had nothing to do with Li Zhiyuan, it wasn't he who set the restriction, the guy intended to burn him, he not only didn't bla but actively tapped the wooden fish and recited sutras, this is returning grievance with virtue.
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