After watching the video, Ruan's mother sat down, clutching her chest. She needed to calm down.

Xu Shanglou asked his wife nervously, "Wife, what do you think?"

Ruan Mingying's gaze was somewhat vacant. After a moment, she blinked and her beautiful eyes widened!

"What do these people mean? They're saying our Zhuozhuo is vicious. Who's the vicious one here? Hundreds of ghosts are bullying a child like Zhuozhuo!"

"Zhuozhuo is so well-behaved and gentle. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered. Even a clay figure has some temper. Look what you've driven this child to! You bastards! They should be reduced to ashes!"

She grew angrier the more she thought about it, and slammed her hand hard on the coffee table.

Xu Shanglou: "..."

He touched his nose. Although he also thought his sister was very well-behaved, it seemed that his understanding differed somewhat from his wife's.

What are rabbits and clay figures? My wife seems to think my sister is too delicate.

Perhaps it's a natural filter used by parents, but they always think their own children are well-behaved, sensible, and cute.

Even if Mingzhuo were to rip the ghost's skull off with his bare hands, Ruan Mingying would only worry that her younger sister was too timid and might suffer psychological trauma.

After watching the video, she became even more anxious. "Zhuozhuo was left in the car. Will she end up like those living dead, unable to get out?"

Gu Xu said firmly, "No."

Several people turned their gazes to him, wondering why he was so certain.

Even Xu Shanglou couldn't help but feel a chill for Ming Zhuo after watching the video.

That train was nothing short of another kind of hell.

Can Mingzhuo really escape safely?

Gu Xu looked down at his hands. Why was he so certain?

When he fainted, he had a very long dream. In the dream, a girl smiled and said, "What goddess? I am the ancestor of the goddess's father and grandfather."

She said not to try to establish a connection with me, but since you're beautiful, I could be a goddess and bless you.

Later, she indeed kept her word, wielding a sword alone, invincible, and vanquishing all the demons and monsters in the world.

She doesn't acknowledge that she is a god, and he doesn't think she is either.

After all, gods are high above, and all living beings are like ants; how could they care about the suffering of the world?

Although she is not a god, her strength is unparalleled and unfathomable. She can kill gods and Buddhas alike and has never encountered an opponent.

The girl in my dream was bright and beautiful, with a clear and radiant face.

Gu Xu snapped out of his thoughts, paused, and said, "The key issue right now is that there is a traitor within the Xuanmen sect, and the mastermind behind it is still eyeing us covetously. We need to go and support Zhuozhuo."

"Yes, yes, yes! We need to think carefully about how to bring Zhuozhuo back," Ruan's mother interjected eagerly.

She said nervously, "We can't let the Xuanmen get involved in this! We must keep the news that Zhuozhuo is still alive a secret from them! Also, this video must be deleted!"

Xu Shanglou paused for a moment, then said "okay".

In fact, even if this show is left unchecked, it will most likely be taken down anyway.

After all, the hype is too great and the visuals are too impactful, which could easily cause panic, so we still need to control it.

The production team went too far in their pursuit of instant popularity, which is not good.

Xu Shanglou had just given the order when his phone rang.

Xu Zhongkai called via video; although the old man was in Hong Kong, he had been keeping a close eye on the news here.

He had just finished watching the video and couldn't stop laughing. "Where's Zhuozhuo? Has she gone home? I want to talk to her."

This was the first time Xu Shanglou had ever seen the usually stern old man with such a gentle and kind expression. He paused for a moment before speaking, "Zhuozhuo has disappeared."

"What?!" Xu Zhongkai was shocked.

——

It rained in the middle of the night, and the valley was shrouded in mist.

Zhang Zhengang had someone help him to a tree, touched it, and said with certainty, "It's Pear Blossom Valley, it's Pear Blossom Valley six months from now!"

He was careful that day, and during the day he found his way to Pear Blossom Valley and carved a mark on the fourth pear tree.

The markers were still there, and judging from the growth of the trees, they had indeed arrived six months later.

The rumors are true!

Upon hearing this, the others immediately showed expressions of surprise and joy, and some even burst into tears and laughter.

"We're back! We're finally back!"

It was the season of spring warmth and blooming flowers, and the pear blossoms in the valley were a blanket of white, like a dream.

The temperature was very low after the spring rain, but the group of people were oblivious, letting the rain splash on their faces and venting their emotions to their heart's content.

After all, those dark and hopeless days in the past were truly too painful.

No one knew what went wrong, or why they stepped into a strange, scorched earth after getting off the wishing train.

There is no day or night there, the sky is always gray, the land is barren, and there are countless wandering ghosts; it is clearly not the human world.

If this is a test from "the gods" for them, then the test is far too heavy.

Fortunately, after countless hours of hiking, they finally reached the edge of the scorched earth and stepped into the human world.

They're back!

Zhang Zhengang: "Alright, you've cried enough, now go. We've finally overcome our hardships and are about to achieve great success."

He was full of confidence, touching a piece of white bone in his pocket, already immersed in great joy, even ignoring the pain in his leg.

"Yes, yes, let's hurry up and go."

"Brother Zhang's leg still needs to be checked out, lest it develop into a chronic condition."

"Haha, Brother Zhang is going to be a speaker at top financial forums in the future, so his leg needs to be healed."

"Why don't we take the lead in establishing a financial association, so that we can all have a great discussion? Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

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