"Our ti is limited, you need to get used to it quickly. Even if you remove them later, you should still feel as if they’re there.
Unfortunately, your comprehension is lacking, learning ’Qin’s Jiao Observation thod’ is too slow for you. But you’re lucky, your body can withstand this clumsy thod and might actually learn it the fastest."
The training continued until that voice rang out:
"Ti for dinner!"
Tan Wenbin went downstairs to the dining table and was startled by the look on Run Sheng’s face.
Last ti when a steel bar pierced through Run Sheng from the wall, his face wasn’t this pale.
A large bowl was placed in front of Run Sheng, while a dium one was in front of Tan Wenbin.
After the incense in the bowl burned out, Run Sheng slowly picked up a spoon, scooped up the food, and put it into his mouth. Only when chewing did his face montarily relax.
Liu Yui picked up her bowl of rice, saying nothing.
Tan Wenbin asked, "Where’s Yin ng?"
Aunt Liu explained, "She ate her fill tasting the dishes."
After dinner, Run Sheng slowly walked back to the yard to resu practicing punches.
Li Zhiyuan stood nearby watching for a while. He wasn’t sure if that was the reason, but this ti Run Sheng persisted unusually long.
He even had the strength to mutter through gritted teeth:
"When I master it and face that official again, I’ll be able to lift him up, heh heh."
Run Sheng planned to stay here tonight to continue practicing.
Li Zhiyuan and Tan Wenbin left the yard, not returning to their dorm imdiately, but headed to the house where Liu Yui used to live.
Upon entering the living room, they found Yin ng lying on the cool mat, her body stained as if it had been splashed with paint.
This appearance looked just short of wrapping a "corpse" in the mat to be dumped in a mass grave.
She was still unconscious, unable to hear anything, and Li Zhiyuan left after just a glance.
On the way back to the dorm, Tan Wenbin asked quietly, "Brother Xiao Yuan, those round things on Run Sheng, are they stickers or...?"
"They’re coffin nails."
"Hiss..."
Upon reaching the dorm floor, Tan Wenbin alone pushed open Lu Yi’s door and went in.
Lin Shuyou was leaning over the bed, eating noodles that Lu Yi had packed for him from the cafeteria in a plastic bag. There was half a sausage inside the bag too. Seeing Tan Wenbin co in, he looked up and called out:
"Hey, Big Brother."
Tan Wenbin nodded at Lin Shuyou, then put his arm around Lu Yi’s shoulder, saying:
"Weren’t you looking to work part-ti for extra money? Here’s the deal. That affordable store across from our dorm is ours, and they need soone to handle the accounts. You can stop tutoring and go there to help with inventory and bookkeeping whenever you’re free. You na a salary, and it will definitely be higher than tutoring."
"Bro, this feels like taking advantage of you. I can’t accept this favor." Staying at school for part-ti work with guaranteed pay was clearly way better than venturing out to tutor from dawn till dusk.
"It’s fine, just think of it as a sign from your ancestors."
"Uh, what?"
"Co on, go with to the store now. I’ll brief those part-tirs and help you get familiar with the place."
"I, I, I..."
"Are you in or out? Make a decision."
"Since you trust , I’m in!"
"Of course, I trust you."
A person who believed in setting out his als as offerings every night so local spirits wouldn’t go hungry surely had no issues with character.
Late at night, Li Zhiyuan lay in bed, eyes open, pondering over things.
In the neighboring bed, Tan Wenbin was tossing and turning, experiencing insomnia.
Binbin thought he had been trying hard and motivating himself constantly. Since moving into Mr. Li’s house, he really hadn’t slackened much.
But today, he felt a sense of despair and defeat.
It was because he saw firsthand that people more talented than you were working even harder than you, and with a reckless abandon.
"Sigh..."
Tan Wenbin turned again, facing Yuanzi’s bed, and seeing that Yuanzi too wasn’t asleep, he couldn’t help but sigh:
"Brother Xiao Yuan, with them like this, what chance does an ordinary person like have?"
"Brother Binbin, aren’t you also studying hard?"
It was better not to ntion it, for at the ntion, Tan Wenbin couldn’t help his mouth from tightening.
He was indeed studying,
but Zhuangzhuang was learning how to amplify Zhuangzhuang’s aura in any environnt.
Truth be told, chatting with the old lady did offer many insights, especially in terms of tone and deanor of those in power.
He thought even if he didn’t do any serious work in the future, he could rely solely on his charismatic conversation skills to make a na for the Corpse Recovery Sect in traditional Southern and Northern scams.
Li Zhiyuan sat up from his bed.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, what’s wrong?"
"I’m figuring out the loose ends I haven’t tied up yet. Brother Binbin, I need you to look into what girls died in this dorm before, with as much detail as possible."
"Okay, I got it."
"Also, ask Uncle Tan if there are any new developnts in Qiu Minmin’s case from seven years ago."
"Understood."
Li Zhiyuan was just pondering the unresolved matters he was involved in. He could ignore the ones from ho, leaving only these two after starting university.
It was likely that these two matters could cause more ripples down the line.
As for the evil book, the Mao family father and son had died, and it was wrapped tightly by him. In theory, its connection to the outside world was severed, so although it was sinister, it shouldn’t cause new entanglents.
Although Lin Shuyou theoretically had the potential to cause trouble, his current role skewed positively, so he could continue to be kept around.
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