Hu Tianming felt deeply humiliated when he was struck on the cheek with a bamboo stick.

The pain in his cheek was nothing compared to the psychological humiliation; his gaze toward Sun Anguo was filled with venom.

Sun Anguo smiled instead.

He didn't say anything harsh; he just silently cracked the bamboo stick.

Hu Tianming was so angry that he vomited blood and fainted.

Sun Anguo then stopped.

He said to Su Tiantian, "Little fairy, it's getting dark. I'll go get you some water. Wash up and go to bed early."

Su Tiantian nodded; she really needed to rest.

Sun Anguo helped Su Tiantian wash up. Seeing that Su Tiantian's hair was messy, he said, "Little fairy, let me comb your hair."

On the way here, Sun Anguo saw Su Chengguo combing Su Tiantian's hair.

He's had this idea for the past two days, but he hasn't said it aloud.

Su Tiantian touched her hair and then nodded: "Thank you, grandpa."

Sun Anguo felt a sweet warmth in his heart.

He carefully combed Su Tiantian's hair, then braided it into small braids. Only after Su Tiantian fell asleep did Sun Anguo quietly slip away.

He first checked Hu Tianming's ropes, and if they were a little loose, he tightened them.

Hu Tianming woke up, trembling with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be so smug. You'll all be buried with me. Without those children, there's nothing to suppress that thing. Once it escapes, no one will have an easy time..."

Sun Anguo only half understood what he was saying. He looked at Hu Tianming and smiled coldly: "You underestimate this little immortal."

The little deity knows everything, so how could he not know the consequences?

She was sleeping so soundly, which meant everything was safe.

Seeing Sun Anguo like this, Hu Tianming was so angry that he was panting heavily.

Sun Anguo stretched and said to Hu Tianming with schadenfreude, "They'll be back soon. You should think about how tough tonight will be."

He's meddling in other people's business; he hasn't even cleaned up his own mess, yet he dares to shout.

Sun Anguo put his hands behind his back and went back to his room to sleep.

Hu Tianming shuddered as he watched Sun Anguo's retreating figure.

...

As soon as Huang Dianjin and Yang Weihai emerged from the exit of the formation, they were immediately blocked by a group of soldiers with guns.

"Hands in your hands and squats down."

Xing Yuan shouted sternly, and Huang Dianjin and Yang Weihai immediately squatted down with their heads in their hands.

The children were immediately rescued by the soldiers and taken away.

Huang Dianjin and Yang Weihai remained obediently squatting down. They were there to complete a mission, and these people wouldn't kill them for the time being.

Su Chengguo walked up to them anxiously and asked, "Why did you come out? What's going on inside?"

Xing Yuan's voice was calm: "Don't try any tricks. The area within a ten-mile radius is completely surrounded. Tell the truth."

"Su Tiantian told us to bring these children out first, inside..."

Yang Weihai recounted the whole story in detail, without hiding anything.

He choked up several times when talking about the past and couldn't speak.

The same applies to gold-plated gold.

Xing Yuan frowned.

The special operations representative, who had rushed over, pulled out an old notebook and said solemnly, "Taking someone else's life is an utterly immoral act. Logically, there should be a divine warning. Didn't you encounter any warnings before accepting what he gave you?"

Huang Dianjin and Yang Weihai remained silent. They trusted Hu Tianming too much and would overlook anything unusual that might happen.

Because if they had discovered it, their lives wouldn't have turned out this way.

"Alas, the fickleness of fate."

The man sighed and said to Su Chengguo, "Get ready, we're going in."

Yang Weihai and Huang Dianjin still wanted to go in. They couldn't get in before, probably because they didn't know the entrance to the formation. Now that someone was leading them, they naturally wanted to go in.

Soldiers select those with good birth charts to follow, and no matter where they are, they cannot be left unattended. Such strong resentment, if left unchecked, will eventually lead to disaster.

"Old Nie, I've been prepared for a long time."

Su Chengguo couldn't wait any longer. She hadn't seen Su Tiantian for several days and didn't know if the little one was eating well, sleeping well, or if she was hurt.

These past few days have truly felt like an eternity.

Nie Wuhen arrived today. He is a middle-aged man nearing forty who specializes in handling supernatural events for the country.

When he arrived, he said that the place was filled with resentment and had a powerful formation, and that people who did not know the entrance could not enter.

Even he couldn't find the entrance. He flipped through several ancient books, but could only shake his head and say that he could only wait.

Now that someone was leading the way, they didn't waste a moment and immediately formed a group to follow Huang Dianjin and Yang Weihai. To prevent them from getting lost, Su Chengguo even made sure that Huang Dianjin went first and Yang Weihai walked at the back.

After circling the big tree a few times, Huang Dianjin's figure disappeared.

Su Chengguo, who was following behind him, walked forward for several steps in a daze but still couldn't see him. He anxiously turned around and asked Nie Wuhen, "Old Nie, he's gone. Why can't I get in?"

Nie Wuhen frowned and said solemnly, "This formation is extraordinary. Unfortunately, our school's academic methods have declined, and I have not mastered them. This formation does not allow outsiders to enter."

Yang Weihai said in a low voice, "Hu Tianming is now like a fish on a chopping board. He won't let you in. Don't worry, we'll go back and assist the little immortal with his business."

Nie Wuhen shook his head: "This formation was not built by an ordinary person, and he himself cannot control it. I have some things here. Take them in and give them to that little girl. She is naturally intelligent, and they may be useful to her."

Nie Wuhen put the books into his backpack. He already had a basic understanding of Su Tiantian and felt that she was a natural talent for the Xuanmen (mystical arts).

Some things are passed down through a divine lineage.

It will have different effects in the hands of different people. Since he can't get in, he should think of other ways.

Yang Weihai took the backpack and nodded: "Okay, I will definitely take it with me."

Yang Weihai walked over and quickly disappeared in front of Su Chengguo and the others.

Su Chengguo sighed: "When she comes out, I'm going to spank her a few times!"

He's so worried! He hasn't been able to eat or sleep well these past two days, and he's even developed blisters in his mouth from worry.

Nie Wuhen patted his shoulder and said, "Don't worry, I know a little about face reading. Although your face is very complicated, everything looks good so far."

Su Chengguo's appearance is very strange. He looks like he is destined to die young, but he is also blessed with great wealth and honor. Perhaps he accumulated good deeds in his previous life, which is why he has such a good life. If he continues to maintain this, he will have a smooth life.

But fate is fickle, because human nature is complex. If his behavior changes, then his fate will be completely different.

"don’t worry."

Xing Yuan patted Su Chengguo on the shoulder.

No one can help Su Chengguo with this emotion; he can only adjust it himself slowly.

Huang Dianjin entered the formation and found that the people behind him had not followed, so he waited for Yang Weihai in the same spot.

Seeing Yang Weihai carrying a backpack, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Old Yang, what's this?"