However, when it cos to helping Li Zhiyuan, it's not included in this list, it's justifiable.
After hanging up the phone, Li Zhiyuan saw a sedan and a police car also drove into this yard, not for official business, but more like a visit.
The two sides t on the second floor, and the one who ca forward was an elderly man with half-white hair and vibrant spirit. After a brief conversation, the sedan left, but the police car stayed.
The sky gradually darkened.
The host invited Zhao Yi and Li Zhiyuan inside for dinner because this household specializes in traditional cuisine.
The car was parked in the courtyard, and the place to eat had a clear view of it, so the two went down for dinner.
Upon entering, they saw eight people at the table with the old man, a classic mix of old, middle-aged, and young.
In the past, when Mr. Luo led a team out, it was also this configuration: capable assistants and newly recruited young disciples gaining experience.
Seeing there were only two of them, the old man warmly invited Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi to join them.
Zhao Yi looked at Li Zhiyuan, whispered, "Judging by appearances, he's soone important."
Li Zhiyuan: "Does that even require judging by appearances?"
With disciples and students surrounding him, and a police car outside ensuring safety, it was obvious.
Li Zhiyuan did not refuse, and he and Zhao Yi sat over to join the table.
The old man's surna was Zhai, called Zhai Quming.
When he introduced himself, Li Zhiyuan knew his identity. He recognized the na; in the industry, Mr. Zhai held a status equal to that of his teacher, Mr. Luo.
Upon probing a bit about their destination, it turned out to be Fengdu as well.
It's just that they learned about the roadblock ahead early, so they arrived here in advance to wait.
Li Zhiyuan did not reveal his identity or reunite with them, because if he did, he would have to take their bus, but there was a group of injured companions in the truck.
Fortunately, they didn't discuss much professional stuff at the dining table, mostly talking about scenery, life, and ideals.
Zhao Yi introduced himself by saying his parents passed away, and he was now making a living driving a truck with his brother.
Saying this, he wrapped an arm around Li Zhiyuan's shoulder and shook him, proudly boasting, "My brother is smart, and his academic performance is excellent!"
For Zhao Yi, stating that his parents had passed away was without any pressure.
What he enjoyed more was taking advantage of Li's family na in public.
Although Zhao Yi hadn't attended college, it didn't an he couldn't guess the identity of this group, especially since they'd already ntioned their destination.
Nearing the end of the al, Mr. Zhai had the host fry so crispy pork and glutinous rice cakes, personally delivered them to the security personnel in the police car outside the courtyard. Although they were invited earlier to join the al, they had refused.
Subsequently, Mr. Zhai had his students squeeze together to make room, freeing up a room for Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi.
The window of the room on the second floor faced the courtyard, right above their truck, which was convenient.
Li Zhiyuan took a shower first, then lay on the bed, gently rubbing his eyes, which should have rested enough along with the effect of those "last two pills," allowing him to see so colors now.
Zhao Yi: "You sleep first, I'll go check on them."
After speaking, Zhao Yi jumped out of the window.
After a while, Zhao Yi returned, carrying Tan Wenbin on his shoulder.
"He's awake. The spirit beast in him is truly sensible, not only enduring pain for him but also prioritizing his recovery during healing."
Tan Wenbin jeered at himself, "I woke up first, yet they're still asleep; of what use is that?"
Zhao Yi: "We've reached the realm, it's even affecting your accent."
Tan Wenbin: "Mr. Zhao, could I have so hot soup?"
Zhao Yi: "Boss Tan, you ask for a lot; better have so compressed biscuits."
Tan Wenbin: "This is really differential treatnt; if Ah You were awake, it wouldn't be like this."
Zhao Yi: "To be honest, Boss Tan, if you hadn't set up back then, I wouldn't have needed to co here. Realizing you've woken up and that I hadn't impulsively killed you is already differential treatnt."
Tan Wenbin remained silent, quietly eating the compressed biscuits.
Vacating the bed in the room for them, Zhao Yi took a raincoat and went to sleep on the roof, keeping watch along the way.
Below him was Mr. Zhai's room. The elder hadn't slept yet, discussing matters with his students as if lecturing.
The night deepened.
In the truck, Gu Worms crawled out from Yin ng's collar, and Yin ng slowly awoke.
In truth, her injuries weren't severe; it's rather that after being swept by white light, she forcibly initiated a sacrifice, bearing a heavy burden on her ntal and conscious state, causing her to faint from exhaustion.
Sitting upright, she surveyed the vehicle's surroundings and instructed the Gu Worms to fly out and check the nostrils of everyone, patiently waiting for the notification that everyone was alive, which allowed Yin ng to breathe a sigh of relief.
She first went to Run Sheng's side, observing his chest had been ticulously dicated and bandaged, clearly the handiwork of the deputy team leader.
She reached out to touch Run Sheng's face; although he hadn't awakened, she could already sense the warmth of his body.
Yin ng then went to check on the others, with the two sisters being in the worst condition, not only severely injured but also looking significantly aged.
After completing this, Yin ng decided to exit the truck to find Brother Xiao Yuan and the others. Since they weren't inside, they should be nearby.
Approaching the rear compartnt, the heavy rain continued outside. Yin ng had just woken up, still weak, so she didn't jump down but turned to exit the vehicle normally.
As her toes touched the ground, Yin ng sensed sothing amiss; why did the sound of rain suddenly disappear?
Letting go of the grip on the handrail, she slowly turned around; the scene she saw from inside the truck vanished, replaced by a boundless, solemn water surface before her eyes.
"Splash... Splash..."
The sound of water echoed, prompting Yin ng to turn around again, only to find that the truck she descended from had morphed into a coffin.
The coffin wasn't tall, very familiar to her as it was crafted by her own hands.
The coffin lid wasn't fully covered but rather left open to palm size. Peering down, Yin ng could see her grandfather lying inside.
Shadow looming, she slowly raised her head to look overhead, eyes widening with shivered voice:
"An... ancestor?"
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