In the end, the "Holy Emperor" reverted to using the na Zhou Yijie and returned to Qingcheng City with Xiao Jinghuai and the others. As for the so-called "Taohuawu," it vanished like a mirage into smoke and ash—
The people who used to be there had their mories erased by Zhou Yijie, with only Song Song, Song Song’s mother, and those two n constantly vying to be the father retaining the vague outline of their four years in "Taohuawu."
As soon as they arrived in Qingcheng City, Huo Junting rushed back to Yuan Yung’s side, while Jin Bao Yan went back to his place, staring at a painting and beginning a life of dissipation.
As for Jiang Yixiu, he insisted on staying with Xiao Jiang, claiming he hadn’t fully recovered yet and feared he’d start babbling nonsense if he went back, so he’s temporarily staying a few days with Xiao Jinghuai.
Yet only he knew the truth: he’s avoiding returning because he doesn’t want to face the two won at ho.
One is his aging mother, the other a woman he once promised to marry.
Both won treated him very well, but such kindness now weighed on him like an invisible hand gripping tightly around his neck, causing him imnse distress—
Three days later, Jiang Yixiu lay drunk in Zhou Yijie’s "laboratory," feet propped on the coffee table, holding a bottle of alcohol. Through blurry vision, he continuously saw soone in a white robe with long, trailing silver hair, pacing around the room with such light steps that they made no sound.
The first ti he saw this, Jiang Yixiu was indeed shocked, but now, having grown used to it, he found it sowhat amusing.
"Hey, I say, Old Zhou, can’t you stop drifting around in front of ?" Jiang Yixiu now even joked with Zhou Yijie, "You’re making dizzy and want to puke."
Zhou Yijie ignored him, considering him just a re mortal, even a notch lower than Xiao Jinghuai, and replied lightly, "Then get lost."
In just a few days, the "god" had already picked up quite a bit of mundane worldliness, such as learning to eat so food, and occasionally... even dropping a few swear words.
He ate because Song Song simply cooked too well, and he couldn’t resist the temptation. As for the swearing, he obviously picked it up from that rascal Jiang Yixiu.
However, he later returned those learned swear words to him, so it didn’t go to waste.
"Wow," Jiang Yixiu shalessly continued while drunk, "Your mouth’s gotten pretty sharp now. As a god, how can you swear? Watch out, or you’ll be struck by lightning—"
"Ha, I’m not swearing at anyone."
Jiang Yixiu suddenly felt like he was the one being "struck by lightning." This god had even learned to mock others.
"Hey, seriously though..." Jiang Yixiu rubbed his nose, "That departnt Old Xiao ntioned, are you sure you want to go?"
"Ha, the Special Security Eleven?" Zhou Yijie raised an eyebrow. "He gave the information; it seems fun. Why not go?"
Cold sweat ran down Jiang Yixiu’s back, "Old Zhou, tell honestly, if soone dies with a lot of sins, will they really go down to the Eighteen Layers of Hell, you know, with heart-digging and tongue-cutting?"
"Yes." Zhou Yijie chuckled, glancing at him, "Why, are you scared? Have you done a lot of bad things?"
Jiang Yixiu rubbed his nose, his voice slightly hoarse, "Not exactly, it’s just... I’ve had lots of won in my life, all for fun. I don’t know if that counts as..."
"That thing will be chopped off to feed the wolves of the Netherworld."
"Pfft"—
Jiang Yixiu spat out the wine in his mouth imdiately, trembling as he sat on the sofa.
Chopped off... fed to... wolves?
Is it for real?
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