Just that what he didn’t know, was that it was precisely because his father was so adept at making money, that this man of thin fortune suffered too early and couldn’t withstand it.
Li Sanjiang was about to say something more when he suddenly felt a churning in his stomach and turned to start vomiting.
Li Zhiyuan patted his back, while his peripheral vision stayed on Brother Leopard and Zhao Xing.
Brother Leopard urged, "Will you agree or not? Quickly give a clear answer for the sake of my wife, I don’t want to make things too embarrassing for you."
Li Sanjiang had just finished throwing up and was catching his breath when he heard this, puzzled he asked, "What does your wife have to do with me?"
After asking, Li Sanjiang started vomiting again, this time more violently than before, hunching over, lying on his side on the long bench.
Li Zhiyuan continued to pat Li Sanjiang’s back, saying, "Help us as much as you can, you can keep the money, it’s okay if it doesn’t work out, right?"
At this moment, the two people who could still somewhat resemble human beings suddenly began sitting straight up in their seats.
Their faces turned livid green, livor mortis patches appearing on their skin, and their eyes completely filled with white.
Their lips moved quickly opening and shutting as if speaking, but the words were inaudible.
Li Zhiyuan tried hard to listen for any useful information, even if threatening, but things didn’t go as hoped, he couldn’t understand a thing, feeling like there were countless flies buzzing near his ears.
They were communicating well just a moment ago.
Was there a problem with them, or something wrong on his end?
Two pairs of chopsticks neatly stuck into the rice bowls in front of them.
Their mouths still trembled rapidly, but nothing could be heard.
But in the blink of an eye, they stood up;
Another blink, and they had left their seats;
By the third blink, they had left the shed.
When Li Zhiyuan focused his gaze, he saw that the duo was already in the distant field, their figures very blurry.
Then, the two completely disappeared.
Yet, in the end, Li Zhiyuan still couldn’t understand whether they accepted the plan he proposed or not.
Probably not, otherwise they wouldn’t have said so much before leaving, even though he didn’t understand a word, but there were many words.
At least, it wouldn’t have simply been a "Okay, goodbye."
Li Zhiyuan looked towards Li Sanjiang, only to find that Li Sanjiang was already lying on the bench asleep.
When did he fall asleep?
It seemed to be when those two guys were talking, and he couldn’t understand them.
"Brother Runsheng," Li Zhiyuan went to nudge Run Sheng.
"Ah, are you done eating?"
Run Sheng stretched lazily, he had really fallen asleep, and felt a bit cold in his dream.
"Mm, Grandmaster is drunk, Brother Runsheng, could you carry him on your back?"
Run Sheng got up, first grabbed Li Sanjiang’s arms, then with a swing, carried Li Sanjiang in a very standard posture.
Indeed, very standard— a standard corpse carrying posture.
Li Zhiyuan then turned his gaze to the center of the table where the nine stacks of money were, reached out and shone a flashlight on them.
The original banknotes had surprisingly turned into Netherworld banknotes.
"Shall we go, Xiao Yuan?" Run Sheng asked.
Li Zhiyuan pulled matches out of Li Sanjiang’s pocket, picked up the Netherworld banknotes from the table, went in front of the shrine where there was an already extinguished brazier.
After putting the Netherworld banknotes in, Li Zhiyuan lit them, picked up a half-burnt stick lying beside, turned it over to ensure full combustion, then said looking at the portrait:
"I’ve returned the money you left behind."
No matter how things end up, breaking off relations with such filthy things as soon as possible is always right.
After finishing this, Li Zhiyuan walked back, passing by the drink table when the flashlight swept over the spot where Brother Leopard and Zhao Xing were sitting, instantly reflecting something unusual.
He stepped closer to look and saw it was a water stain.
Ignoring the disgust, he touched it with his finger— it was very greasy.
The flashlight then illuminated under the chairs, finding a puddle accumulated under the chairs, as if there had just been a light rain.
Because the ground was uneven, the previous puddle had not flowed towards where he and Grandmaster were sitting.
"It’s wet, so much water..."
Li Zhiyuan immediately followed his memory, searching the spots where the two men had been during the previous blinks.
Two puddles with visible footprints.
The fourth spot was in the field; Li Zhiyuan didn’t go down to search further.
At this moment, remembering what those two had said, that the jar for Tai Sui was placed in the pond, and furthermore, a corpse was buried underneath the pond.
And also, the evident fear of Tai Sui in the water jar by those two, clearly as if controlled.
Li Zhiyuan’s gaze slowly darkened:
"You two, wouldn’t have something to do with the Corpse?"
Run Sheng turned around, ready to hurry him again, but upon seeing Li Zhiyuan, flashlight in hand, standing there, for some reason, he halted his words in his mouth, not daring to speak.
Because he suddenly felt that the Xiao Yuan before him seemed unfamiliar and frightening.
The purer and simpler a person’s nature, the more keenly they perceive the outside world. While everyone around thought Li Zhiyuan was well-behaved and sensible, praising and liking him, ever since the first time Run Sheng came to Li Sanjiang’s house and went upstairs voluntarily, he never went up again.
The rest of the family thought it was because a girl was there, and the girl didn’t like interacting with outsiders.
But only Run Sheng knew, more than that girl, he was more afraid of Xiao Yuan; he didn’t dare to disturb him unless he initiated contact.