Miemie crouched furtively on the ground, using Little Earth Immortal's tiny hands to pry at the gaps between the floor tiles, searching for the nonexistent secret passage.
During the days Zhang Ze was in Bianjing, she rummaged through this mansion like a secret agent, trying to find that diary.
Thanks to her exquisite acting skills and the disguise of Little Earth Immortal as a ntal patient, no one had noticed for all this ti.
Even if soone occasionally saw her appear in places she shouldn't be, they only thought this little thing had gotten lost.
After several days of investigation and so guidance, Miemie was very certain that the diary was within this room.
But where exactly?
Indeed, there were a few hidden compartnts in this room, but she had explored them thoroughly, and most were empty; even when sothing was hidden, it was just things like rattles and strings of copper coins, which weren't valuable at all.
She didn't know what they were kept there for.
After licking the room's floor and walls for the third ti, Miemie still found nothing.
She suddenly started doubting herself, questioning her professional skills and wisdom.
'It shouldn't be; how could I not find it?'
She lay on the floor, tilted her head towards the window, and began to think if it could be a matter of timing.
'Is it possible...that at a specific ti, I need to place a specific magical artifact by the window, letting the shadow align with each gap between the tiles, then use the Seven-Quartet Exquisite Array to arrange those rattles and copper coin strings along the tile gaps in a special way...only then...'
Miemie stopped thinking because she saw Zhang Ze standing right beside her, looking down at her.
Those eyes were devoid of emotion.
At that mont, for so reason, Miemie was really scared.
Yet before she could think of an excuse, Zhang Ze grabbed her.
"Look at what you've been playing all day, put your pants on properly."
Zhang Ze hoisted Little Earth Immortal with one hand, helped Little Earth Immortal fix the half-fallen suspenders, patted the dust off the stone-like head, and then tossed her out again.
Miemie rolled on the ground, got up, montarily hesitating.
She didn't know whether she should leave now, or grit her teeth with a few harsh words before leaving.
'Did he find out or not?'
Zhang Ze, however, paid her no mind.
Zhang Ze ignored the self-conflicted Miemie on the floor, naturally walked to the bedhead, and reached beneath the pillow and covers. Upon discovering the diary was indeed still there, he breathed a sigh of relief and took it out.
"It's amazing it wasn't lost."
Miemie, "..."
She felt like an idiot, she realized she'd never suspected there, searched the whole house, yet never checked that broken bed...
Miemie suddenly felt insulted; she thought a fool beating a master shouldn't be happening to her.
So, looking at the diary in Zhang Ze's hand and the Zhang Ze holding the diary, she controlled Little Earth Immortal's body and lunged directly...
Miemie didn't snatch the diary but bit into Zhang Ze's shin.
In any case, very angry.
But due to Little Earth Immortal's weak combat force, that bite didn't even take off a hair.
Yet her heart felt comforted.
Zhang Ze looked at Little Earth Immortal biting his leg and wondered what kind of hysteria the little thing was throwing today. But since he had important matters to attend to, he didn't have the ti to investigate, so he unleashed a Lightning Five-Chain Whip and kicked Little Earth Immortal out of the room.
After dealing with Little Earth Immortal, Zhang Ze flipped open the diary.
Previously, he had placed this diary randomly on a bookshelf, and it had disappeared for a while, but Zhang Ze hadn't really cared.
He thought this thing was just the opening task-giver in an infinite loop instance.
Similar to the blackboard with words, the old phone with a ringing sound, the moist eye-like parchnt scrolls.
The diary reappeared the second ti just when Zhang Ze was going to Bianjing to steal the flag.
For so reason, this diary appeared at his bedside, and due to Lu Chen urging him urgently from outside, he didn't have ti to look closely and casually stuffed the diary under the bedding.
He was used to stashing the Yellow Book.
But Zhang Ze didn't open the diary then; instead, he placed it on the table.
He was a bit nervous now, needing to calm down.
Glancing around, after confirming no one was there, he secretly took out a grid-shaped magical artifact and placed it by the window. The sunset outside shone in, dyeing the room the color of honey-flavored chips.
The shadows of the grid perfectly matched the gaps between the tiles. As Zhang Ze cast again, those rattles and strings of copper coins flew out from one secret compartnt after another.
Once these ordinary small objects were placed in the pre-designated spots, a ripple appeared in the space above the beam, and a brocade box fell down.
Zhang Ze glanced around again, confird truly no one was there, and then cautiously opened the brocade box.
Inside the box was a wobbly, buttock-shaped Taisui.
He held the Taisui and gave it a big slap...
Zhang Ze thought Female Hero Li was right.
This kind of entertainnt was indeed stress-relieving.
After kneading and slapping a while, Zhang Ze put the Taisui away, restored the chanism, then sat at the table and opened the diary.
Just like when he first opened the diary, words appeared on the blank pages.
Recording events from the start at White Mount to the ti of going to Bianjing to steal the flag.
For instance, the occasion where Taoist Liu was crashed into the water by a Flying Ship; he elaborately wrote half a page as if having nothing better to do, analyzing what sort of longing gaze Taoist Liu had at the mont he entered the water.
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