CHAPTER 627: CHAPTER 115_2

"Sigh,

now I feel like I’ve regretted it."

Li Zhiyuan said, "You’re not regretting, you’re just failing."

The Daoist stared intently at Li Zhiyuan, the murderous intent on his face resurfacing.

He was a dying man, initially thinking that after handing over his notes, he could receive some final words of comfort from the other party. Who knew, the other person just found another way to stab him in the heart.

"I also want to ask you something, can you tell me why you wanted to merge with that demon?"

"Isn’t it obvious, do you still need to ask me?"

Li Zhiyuan shook his head, "I just feel that being human is not easy."

The Daoist said, "Please do me one more favor."

Li Zhiyuan silently pulled out a piece of purple canvas from his pocket. The canvas was a consumable item, but Alii had an infinite supply from the ancestral hall.

After joining Qin Liu’s sect, Li Zhiyuan had considered whether it was disrespectful to use the ancestral tablets as tools. But then he thought, perhaps this could be considered as an ancestor’s aid, a gift from the elders he dared not refuse.

The Daoist said, "Take care of the descendants of my three apprentices for me, I hope they will have a good..."

Li Zhiyuan said, "Disgusting."

The youth unfolded the canvas and draped it over the Daoist’s head.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle..."

It was like pouring a large bowl of water into a boiling oil pan, and under the canvas, a violent white steam rose.

"Ah!!!"

This was an extremely cruel punishment designed for evil spirits.

The Daoist was no longer human long ago.

Even now, although he lost the ability to retaliate, his vitality still appeared robust.

Run Sheng originally felt that it was a waste for Xiao Yuan to use such a precious canvas to kill the Daoist, thinking he could just use a shovel to chop instead, as strength cost nothing.

But while it burned, several corners of ashes unexpectedly also had tendrils of white smoke rising.

Run Sheng went over with a shovel to poke around and found they were small fish being roasted, which had previously been hiding here. Judging from the traces in the ashes, they planned to crawl out and hide to make a comeback.

Now, thanks to the canvas, they were all dealt with at once.

"Ah ah ah!"

The black canvas gradually thinned as it was consumed, revealing the wooden flower rolls inside.

Amid screams and wails, the Daoist saw the engraving on one of the wooden flower rolls: Liu Qingcheng.

He thought he was hallucinating, but upon seeing the name, an image of the painting at his senior brother’s death spot immediately surfaced in his mind.

In the painting, a woman in a green robe was facing the Fish Demon in the river.

Liu Qingcheng, that was her name.

*Senior Brother, I saw her...*

Then, he completely fell into darkness.

The reaction ended, Li Zhiyuan removed the black canvas, and the Daoist had turned completely black.

Run Sheng gently tapped the Daoist with a shovel, raising a spray of ashes.

"Brother Runsheng, you go to the riverbed and bring up the stone tablets; Brother Bin, you go and copy the content on them. Meng Meng, you accompany me to the second floor."

Yin Meng’s lips curled slightly; it seemed to be the first time Xiao Yuan called her by a reduplicative nickname.

Re-entering the courtyard and staring at the corpses of the Yellow Robed Daoist and his disciples, Li Zhiyuan paused for a moment, then went inside and upstairs.

The room on the second floor indeed showed signs of being used; the desk was by the window, and sitting behind it with a slight turn of the head, the courtyard could be seen.

It seemed that for countless days and nights, Yu Xuzi often sat there, writing and gazing at the senior brother he had harmed below.

Yin Meng noticed this too and frowned, saying, "I really don’t understand what people like this are thinking."

Li Zhiyuan, flipping through the booklets on the desk, said, "Understanding them is a waste of time."

"Brother Xiao Yuan, Jiayi is pretty nice. After returning to Jinling, can I keep hanging out with her?"

"You don’t need my approval to make friends."

"I’m just worried..."

"Don’t worry."

"Okay."

"However, keep an eye on whether Zheng Jiayi shows any changes after this incident, like in personality or habits. Keep an eye out and let me know in a while."

"Got it."

"Alright, wrap these booklets with something; we need to take them."

"Okay, I’ll put them in my bag."

Yin Meng began organizing her backpack. The mission was complete, and now was the time for the return trip, so the supplies inside could be thrown out to make room for more valuable books.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, should we pack the books on the bookshelf too?"

"No, those books aren’t valuable."

"Then... can they be sold?"

"Barely counts as antiques."

"Then I’ll take them all back to Jinling, find a place to sell them, and buy a pickup truck."

Run Sheng’s retrieval and Tan Wenbin’s copying were highly efficient.

When the two returned from the riverbank, they also took some doors from the village, made a wooden bed, tied the six still-unconscious college students on it, and had Run Sheng drag them back with a rope.

The ground was rough and bumpy, so jolting was inevitable, but rescuing them was already good enough, so forget about any comfortable treatment.

They wanted to find a cart, but after so many years, the wheels had long since rotted.

Li Zhiyuan personally arranged a new Array. When it was activated, a distortion appeared at the Barrier in front, and everyone walked through to the outside.

On the stone offering table, the offerings placed when entering had scattered all over.

After all, the offering table had been opened before, and the corpses inside had also come out.

"Brother Bin, gather the offerings again; Meng Meng, wipe the stone tablet once more."

The offering table was reorganized, and the stone tablet was wiped to shine with a glossy texture.