Chapter 159: Confusion

Gu Zhuo was entirely unaware of the petty schemes Xie Lin was plotting. Upon returning home, she pushed everything else aside, dropped her luggage, and immediately went to find Yinyin.

In the courtyard of Gu Dagua's home, Yinyin was sitting on the steps, watching dejectedly as Yangyang and Zhaozhao fed the chicks.

"Yinyin, don't be sad anymore. Fatty Rui was just talking nonsense. Auntie would never not want you."

"Exactly! His mother is a wicked stepmother, and he's a bad boy. Don't listen to his nonsense."

"He even lied to us last time..."

Had she not divorced Fan Yi, she would certainly have returned to the City Lord's Mansion by now. After all, apart from Elder Tong, Fan Yi was the finest medical master around, and he had always cared for her with the utmost dedication.

"Alright, we'll probably set off around 4:00 PM." Andrei nodded immediately. Truthfully, he did not want this fellow to actually stay and share a meal with him; his heart wouldn't be able to bear the strain.

"I wanted to go back to the city to fetch people, but you were asleep, and I was afraid you would catch the rain following me," Lin Mubai offered a flimsy excuse, her eyelids too heavy with exhaustion to even stay open.

From initial annoyance and dislike, it had grown into a habit, and she had even begun to somewhat enjoy having him follow her around.

Hanshuo, Leng Xiaolin, Gong Lin, and Yin Hao, under the cover of the rescue team, jumped into the quicksand one after another.

Gradually, the patients around felt that Ming Wuyan's side was moving too slowly and slowly drifted back over toward Bai Shao's group.

"You despise me!" Shen Mobei narrowed his dangerous phoenix eyes, and as he spoke, he made a move to kiss her again. Xibai was startled, turned around, and bolted out of the bedroom.

Yet merely ten sheep were truly somewhat tempting. Ten sheep could be traded with others for essential goods like salt, or slaughtered for meat. If they were ewes, keeping them would also provide milk.

The previously quiet hospital corridor became noisy because of her piercing screeches. Her behavior naturally drew sideways glances from many people. However, by this time, she was already consumed by rage and could no longer care about such things.

Lin Mubai took a deep breath, calming the wild beating in her chest, before finally getting up and out of bed. Rong Ying followed like an unlaid ghost; wherever she went, he followed, refusing to let up even when she went to the outhouse, with a stubbornness that gave Lin Mubai a headache.

With a loud "boom," a brilliant magical glow had already lit up in the right hand of the mysterious figure. The radiance was vivid and blood-red, resembling the eyes of some demonic fiend.

However, Ergui's wife, who was currently lying flat on a bench with her entire body burning with agonizing pain and half-dead into the bargain, was in no state to appreciate any of that. Convinced she was about to die, she shrieked at the top of her lungs, an ear-piercing sound that echoed both inside and outside the house.

Biaozi did not understand. He stared at me blankly, scratching his head, clueless as to what place we were actually searching for, yet finding the whole thing rather fascinating.

This by no means implied that the Bai Immortal clan lacked the techniques or abilities for divination and prediction; it was simply that among the five immortal arts—medicine, divination, astrology, physiognomy, and calculation—they were most proficient in the Dao of Medicine. Thus, I was not surprised when the old spirit-granny prophesied my arrival.

Suddenly, I noticed more people coming to the village. Whether the news had spread or not, the villagers all came to the Wula River to catch pond turtles. Some brought basins, others pitchforks. The banks of the Wula River on a gloomy, rainy day unexpectedly appeared exceptionally bustling, which I found quite bizarre.

An elderly man with white hair sat in the central position, quietly sipping his tea. Although he still retained some spirit, he appeared significantly frailer than he had looked on television previously.

A fresh wave of bitter self-mockery washed over Zhao Shu's heart, yet he kept chewing over those few words repeatedly. Could it be that between Guan Suo and the Guan family, there was no familial affection, but rather hatred?

Fearing that Shiyan might be in danger, Tianxing immediately channeled a stream of "Puyuan Qi" from within his own body and infused it into Shiyan. As that stream of energy merged into Shiyan, a glimmer of clarity finally returned to his eyes.

I walked a circle around the cellar holding a fire poker, and upon spotting a pitch-black mass in the corner, I walked over toward it. The dark mass remained motionless even upon noticing someone approaching, fixing its unblinking eyes straight upon me.