These trinkets, each and every one of them hidden so deep, if they were so easy to find, Liu Yui would have taken Uncle Qin and Aunt Liu to get rid of this trash long ago. It’s impossible for them to have been left unchecked until today.
And the reason why I can find each one with such precision is that I have exploited the rules.
After listing them as quiz questions, they have no choice but to show up, which is rather like using public tools for private purposes in the na of protecting the Righteous Path.
They are my question bank.
As long as I keep proposing "self-selected questions" wave after wave, they will beco even more fearful. Those that were crushed under my River Crossing journey will be completely eradicated, and the remnants will probably never dare to co close to intimidate or harass again.
Of course, this might also lead to a consequence, that is, the powerful Corpse that originally disdained using such thods might adopt this way to seek vengeance upon , the common heir of both the Qin and Liu families.
But that’s actually fine, I’ll just deal with it when the ti cos.
At least for now, the air around Alii’s ears is much quieter.
Ending the Underworld walk, returning to reality.
Li Zhiyuan and Alii went up to the third floor, to the place where the ancestral tablets were enshrined.
Having passed the first wave of the official River Crossing, it’s about ti to pay my respects.
But as the youth was about to bow in salute, he saw Alii had already taken down the two tablets in the middle.
"Alii, put them down first. You can take them when I’m not around."
Alii put the tablets back in place.
Li Zhiyuan bowed in salute, and after finishing, he walked out of the room and waited at the door for a while. Alii ca out, holding the two ancestral tablets in her arms.
Back downstairs in the study, Alii sat down, placed the white bone on the drawing table, and looked at Li Zhiyuan.
"This is for you, you design it."
Alii shook her head.
"You plan to make it and then give it to ?"
The girl nodded.
"Since it’s a gift for , it must be designed by you."
Alii picked up the brush and started to draw the design.
Li Zhiyuan looked towards the other corner of the desk, at the farthest edge, there was a long painting scroll, the background had already been painted, it was the scenery beyond Alii’s "threshold" earlier on.
From the structural layout, what Alii wanted to paint seed to be Granny Yu who stood close to the threshold that day.
In the middle of the drawing table was a seal stone material the size of a child’s palm, with engraving knives and drawings beside it.
Lifting up the paper, Li Zhiyuan saw the future appearance of this seal: four sides below, a rising dragon above, small yet possessing an imposing air.
However, the characters for the seal had not been drawn; it seed Alii had yet to make a decision.
Every word, every matter he ntioned, the girl kept in her heart, and indeed she was acting upon them.
And it was clear to see, she was very engaged and imrsed, only before, it was to escape, and now it was to enjoy this concentration and tranquility.
While Li Zhiyuan was lost in his thoughts, Alii handed over a newly drawn paper to him.
"So fast?"
Looking down, on the paper, was a design for a Bone Ring.
Just need to hollow out the middle, thin out the edges a bit, and maintain its original form as much as possible, so the design was not complicated.
Li Zhiyuan looked at the drawing, then at his own fingers, imagining the sensation of this Bone Ring on his finger.
In his heart, a sense of anticipation truly arose.
This piece of bone, the only relic left by the ash-burned Granny Yu, had the ability to amplify the spirit. Wearing it, using the Intimidation skill would be even more effective.
Alii went to the corner of the drawing table, rolled up the long painting scroll with the background already painted that was sitting on the side, and threw it into the trash bin next to her.
Originally, she wanted to use this unfinished painting as a record for the youth’s first official Corpse taken down after completing the River Crossing.
But now, after listening to the youth’s narrative, she had a better visual in mind.
The youth holding a cup of black, pulsating water in his left hand, Karmic Fire ascending in his right, Granny Yu like a dog lying prostrate in front of the youth, waiting for her ultimate end.
The girl reached out and touched the two newly taken down ancestral tablets; she wanted to use them to create a large painting fra.
From now on, every ti he deals with a Corpse, she would paint a picture and then include it in the collection. When all the paintings are completed, his River Crossing would also be successful.
That is, the painting scroll is very long, so the fra book must also be made very large, and a lot of materials will be used. However, using up all the ancestral tablets at ho should just barely suffice.
Li Zhiyuan never expected that when he picked up the bone, he thought of giving it to Alii as handicraft material, hoping to alleviate the ancestral burdens of both the Qin and Liu families, but due to his own involvent, he ended up sending both families’ ancestors to their doom.
The girl turned back, looking at the new blank scroll on the drawing table, the unfinished seal, the bone ring she had just designed, and the picture fra she was about to start making.
Inside, she felt a heartfelt satisfaction.
Li Zhiyuan pulled back the curtains and opened the French windows.
In the corner of the courtyard, there was a pile of straw mats, and beneath them was a blood-red coffin.
Run Sheng was currently lying in this coffin.
This also ant that what Uncle Qin brought back last ti was not just coffin nails; he had brought the lair of a malignant entity as well.
Even from a distance, one could hear Run Sheng’s pained groans, evidently enduring extre tornt and refinent inside.
However, when Li Zhiyuan approached, the groaning sounds disappeared.
Getting even closer, he heard a few crisp knocks.
It was as if Run Sheng was chuckling in a silly way.
"Brother Runsheng, keep it up, I’m waiting for you."
"Thud thud!"
Two consecutive knocks responded.
Uncle Qin asked, "Xiao Yuan, what do you think we should grow here? How about loofahs?"
"Aren’t we supposed to plant flowers?"
"Your Grandma Liu said planting flowers is all show and no substance. It’s better to grow so vegetables. That way, life feels more secure and promising."
It was the first ti Uncle Qin heard the term "secure" used to describe life from the matriarch, but he could see the sense of purpose in the matriarch’s expression.
Li Zhiyuan: "Vegetables grown by ourselves are definitely tastier, just like the ones we used to grow at the Grandmaster’s House."
"Now, we’re almost out of pickles at ho. It’s fine for grandma to have plain porridge to cleanse her stomach, but she can’t get used to the pickles from outside."
Aunt Liu’s voice ca through; she stood in another corner of the yard, in front of a pickling jar. Only this ti, what was inside wasn’t snow vegetables but Yin ng.
With her eyes closed and only her head exposed, Yin ng was surrounded by a dark purple liquid, which seed to be crawling with poisonous insects.
Although the environnt was a bit dirty, it was clear that Yin ng’s skin had beco whiter and her whole person more spirited, like a freshly peeled egg.
For the first ti, Li Zhiyuan realized that poison could also be used for beauty treatnts.
On the other hand, Aunt Liu, standing beside, looked haggard and thin, her once lustrous hair starting to split and turning slightly yellow.
Li Zhiyuan wanted to approach Yin ng and cheer her on as well, but seeing her radiant appearance in contrast to Aunt Liu, he could only say to Aunt Liu:
"Aunt Liu, you’ve worked hard."
Aunt Liu pointed at Yin ng and said, "This girl is tenacious and talented, but she’s a bit draining on those who teach her."
"I’m here!"
Tan Wenbin’s voice rang from outside, warmly greeting everyone.
Then he noticed that none of the three people standing in the courtyard were looking at him, but rather behind him.
Turning his head, he saw an old man and a middle-aged man walking steadily, like mountains approaching, carrying with them a vast and imposing atmosphere.
The middle-aged man looked arrogant, and the elderly man had an inherent sternness.
They were advancing at a slow pace.
First they saw the woman standing beside the pickling jar, tying her hair up with a rubber band;
Then the man under the flower trellis, rolling up his sleeves.
Suddenly,
The expression of the middle-aged man beca naive and simple, and the figure of the elderly man stooped.
Passing by the courtyard gate, they didn’t stop but instead quickened their pace and continued forward.
They,
were just passing by.
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