The two children, upon hearing this, sat there dumbfounded, then their noses twitched, and tears welled up in their eyes.

Zhao Yi frowned. So obedient, and still holding back?

Mr. Zhao continued, "Your dad will have his own biological kids, and you'll definitely be abandoned~"

"Wah!"

"Wah!"

The two children burst into tears, and the room was instantly filled with ghostly energy.

Zhao Yi walked out of the room, satisfied, and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, the two children immediately stopped crying, wiped their tears, and continued playing their clapping game.

It was as if the tears and crying earlier were just a performance to make Mr. Zhao feel somewhat satisfied.

Tan Wenbin opened his eyes, and one child helped support his back so he could sit up against the headboard, while the other fetched the medicine bowl from the nightstand.

If someone unable to see the supernatural were to witness this, it would appear as if the blanket folded itself and moved behind Tan Wenbin, and the medicine bowl floated up, hovering before him.

Tan Wenbin lowered his head, took a big gulp of the medicine, and sighed towards the door:

"So childish, even at such an age."

...

After returning to his own room, Zhao Yi first checked the condition of Li Zhiyuan in the bed next door, then placed a precious medicine pill into the young man's mouth.

Li's physical condition was very good, and his mental exhaustion had clearly recovered.

By all rights, he should have woken up a long time ago, but the problem is, there's still no sign of him waking up.

Zhao Yi couldn't help but suspect that Li was deliberately pretending to eat his medicine, or perhaps he wanted to pull a trick like the air conditioner next door, sleeping away his debt.

Mr. Zhao had to intentionally press his wound daily, letting it ooze some blood, to prevent it from healing and scabbing too quickly.

The door to the room was pushed open, and Chen Jing walked in with a small bag on his back.

Zhao Yi asked, "How is your grandmother doing?"

Chen Jing: "Much better, the doctor said she needs to stay in the hospital for observation for two more days."

The grandmother, having been hit hard by the grandfather's passing, along with her existing health conditions as an elderly person, was under observation and care in the hospital.

"Have you told your grandmother?"

"I have, Grandfather's body will remain in the morgue for two more days. Once Grandmother's condition improves, I will take her to the village to hold the funeral."

"Alright, we'll help with the funeral. Those people are professionals, making a living from this in Nantong."

Chen Jing smiled, took out a few ancient books from the bag, opened a notebook, and began transcribing.

Zhao Yi intended to help sort through what Chen Jing had learned before, as a way to lay a better foundation for this kid.

Although they hadn't discussed it in detail, there was a mutual understanding between them.

Zhao Yi believed that this kid would choose to follow him. In recent days, besides accompanying his grandmother to the hospital and studying with him, he had visited several nursing homes.

In fact, it's not that the kid doesn't want to continue living here with his grandmother, but rather he himself has realized that staying in Qingcheng Mountain would inevitably remind him of past events, sending his emotions into turmoil.

He needs a change of environment and to leave here until he gains the ability to suppress the negative impacts of his bloodline.

After writing for a long time, Chen Jing took a sip of water, rubbed his wrist, and looked at Li Zhiyuan lying on the bed:

"Brother Yi, when will Brother Xiao Yuan wake up?"

"You'd have to ask him. Maybe he's having a pleasant dream right now."

...

"You should wake up."

"No rush, just a little longer."

Deep within consciousness.

The decayed and damaged house had been fully rebuilt, the fields revived, and the view once again expansive.

Li Zhiyuan sat on the second-floor terrace, facing him was the body, and the two were playing chess.

In terms of skill, the body had the advantage. Li Zhiyuan never won against him, as the body had deeply studied the game of Go.

"I lost."

Li Zhiyuan leaned back, turned his head, and gazed at the early summer scenery.

With this place, going back home would be convenient. No need for tiring journeys; he only needed to close his eyes to reach the depths of his own consciousness.

But what truly carries the essence of home is not the houses and fields, but the people within.

The body could create replicas of Li Sanjiang, Alii, and all of them, even giving them the same behavioral logic as in reality, but the body didn't do so.

Because fake is ultimately fake, and couldn't deceive himself, the "Heart Demon."

In the past, when encountering such Illusion Realms that specifically targeted the soft spots in his heart, Li Zhiyuan could wipe out everyone without blinking an eye.

The body looked at the chessboard and said, "You weren't playing seriously."

Li Zhiyuan: "Even if I played seriously, I wouldn't win against you."

The body: "I can't understand your laziness."

Li Zhiyuan: "Sorry, does it make it harder for you to disguise?"

The body: "Yes."

Li Zhiyuan: "Actually, it's not that hard. You see, putting effort into studying Go, isn't it inherently another form of laziness?"

The body: "This is your seal on me."

Li Zhiyuan: "I haven't imposed any seal on you. Mainly, any seal I know, you know too. I don't know what kind of seal could actually contain you."

The body: "Your seal is not inside, but outside."

Li Zhiyuan reached for a Jianlibao, hesitated for a moment, and picked up the large teapot used by Grandmaster. On it was a big red "Double Happiness" character.

Although his memory had returned, the recollection of the strange taste last time still lingered. In the short term, he was a bit averse to this drink, opting to drink Grandmaster's tea instead.