"Hey, Brother Genius, making a call?"
"Page everyone, have them return to school for a eting."
"Got it!" Lu Yi imdiately nodded, picked up the receiver, and began dialing the pager station.
After finishing the calls, Lu Yi sat back down, but the longer he sat, the more uneasy he beca.
Then he silently pulled so snacks and drinks from under the counter, set them out, and tried to slice a half a red sausage as finely as possible, arranging it in a decorative style.
Finally, he used his own water cup as a makeshift incense burner, lit three sticks of incense inside, and stood up two small white candles, completing the simple little offering table.
The school store sells various types of candles as well, since the school occasionally experiences power outages, even though it's strictly forbidden to use candles in the dormitories.
Sotis there's also the need to arrange candles on the playground for confession.
As for incense, it's definitely not sold, but from the first day Lu Yi started working here, he discovered that there's never a shortage of incense by the counter. It's Run Sheng's provisions reserved for himself.
Lu Yi bowed in front of the little offering table:
"Red Sausage Ghost, Fellow Countryman Ghost, I beg you protect us, safe and sound."
Just then, a student from the sa departnt as Lu Yi ca over with sothing to check out, saw the scene, and curiously asked, "Hey, what are you doing?"
Lu Yi sat up straight, calculating the money while pretending helplessly, "Ah, it's what the boss requires, praying to the God of Wealth."
The student heard this, reached out to touch a can of drink, tentatively asking, "Could you offer a bottle of water, buddy?"
Lu Yi shook his head.
"Co on, the boss isn't here anyway, just sneak one!"
Lu Yi replied irritably, "You may not want to graduate, but I do."
"Heh, just joking with you, why so serious?"
Li Zhiyuan left the store and headed towards Grandma Liu's house.
Uncle Qin was doing carpentry in the yard, probably making two more fitting piano tables for Alii.
Upon seeing Li Zhiyuan approaching, Uncle Qin smiled at the boy.
Li Zhiyuan smiled back at him.
Uncle Qin seed to want to say sothing, but the boy walked straight into Alii's room, not giving him a chance to speak.
Uncle Qin imdiately understood what this ant, but he was even more puzzled: So soon?
He still rembered the boy had eye problems and lay down for a few days before just waking up, now the next wave's already here?
Could it be that he followed a false river before?
Alii was drawing, and when the boy walked in, she put down her brush.
Li Zhiyuan approached the girl, actively holding her hand, and closed his eyes.
Though the girl wasn't quite sure what was happening, she cooperated by closing her eyes.
Li Zhiyuan arrived at that bungalow, the familiar cracked plaques seed very pleasing at the mont. If they suddenly appeared brand new, that would an big trouble.
Turning around, he crossed the threshold.
In the distance, the thick fog lingered, but unfortunately there was no sound.
Previously, the lack of sound was good, now the boy wished they would make so noise.
Reaching out, he pulled the white lantern hanging in the crack, Li Zhiyuan voluntarily walked towards the dense fog, as he moved forward, the fog retreated, and the silent oppression continued.
Not only that, there was no sound, the fog was so thick one couldn't see the ghosts inside.
The boy sighed:
Are you guys really this timid now?
Unable to leave yet unwilling to stay, afraid to stand out or even make a sound to beco the next target.
He opened his eyes, returning to reality, frowning.
The absence of these things made it difficult for the boy, as he believed he was in reality right now, no matter how powerful the dream ghosts, they shouldn't encompass him this quickly…no, before the encounter could even start.
However, he wanted to find absolute peace at this mont, marking a line as a point of absolute safety.
This is crucial, because your analysis and plans must have a sufficiently secure base.
Otherwise, it's like building your command center on the enemy's ground, and all derived lines would lack foundation.
Yet after the event of the fourth wave corpse-driving Daoist, these things are in a state of being completely unpresentable at the mont.
Normally, after so ti, when the weather clears and the rain stops, soone among those things might feel they're capable again and erge from the fog.
If they don't, the river will create an opportunity for them, letting them flow out.
Now, the ti has yet to co, and this isn't a true wave of On the River.
The girl reached out, pressed on the boy's brow, seemingly to smooth its furrowed lines.
Her hand was a bit cool, but very soft, and gentle as she massaged.
This behavior might seem aningless, offering no direct help to solve real troubles.
But its value erged on another level, equally priceless.
Li Zhiyuan relaxed his brow and smiled at Alii.
From the last ti Alii went out of her way to buy a Jianlibao for him, it was evident she was earnestly trying to respond.
Aunt Liu stood at the door, munching on dried mango with a keen eye through the crack.
This scene seed like children playing house.
Yet they weren't writing new words to feign sorrow, despite their young age, particularly the boy, facing and bearing things that even adults would fear to tremble.
Hmm, the man doing carpentry work outside in the yard couldn't handle it.
Seeing the boy's thoughts return to clarity, this ti, Alii took the initiative to hold the boy's hand and closed her eyes.
Li Zhiyuan was puzzled by her intent, but he closed his eyes too.
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