“Yes,” Lin Han nodded and said, “I didn’t expect you to know so much about this, Uncle.”
Sun Muchen frowned.
Lin Feng then said, "Let's go home."
After saying that, Lin Feng glanced at Sun Muchen indifferently and then walked forward.
Lin Han smiled awkwardly, "Teacher Sun, please don't mind. People from the Holy City are like that, rather aloof, probably because they've been in a good place for a long time."
“It’s alright,” Sun Muchen shook her head, seemingly indifferent to whether someone was aloof or not. However, she suddenly asked curiously, “By the way, you said you stayed in the Holy City for a long time. How long was that?”
"Forty-nine days," Lin Han answered without hesitation. "The Holy City only allows those who go there to work and study to stay for forty-nine days; not even one more day is permitted."
"Seven times seven is forty-nine..."
Sun Muchen couldn't help but feel uneasy. Normally, she wouldn't think much of the number, but she had read in some ancient books that numbers like 7 x 7 = 49 or 9 x 9 = 81 were associated with supernatural and bizarre things. Especially with her limited understanding of the Holy City, she felt that the Holy City had a sense of anti-ancient tendencies everywhere.
He suddenly felt that there was something fishy about this number 7749.
Lin Han then said, "Let's go, Teacher Sun. Thank you so much for today. I'll cook something nice for you tonight and invite you over for dinner."
“No need,” Sun Muchen said with a smile. “I didn’t help much, I just came to take a look around. I won’t be going tonight.”
“No, how can this be?” Lin Han said, “This is a big deal. I am already so lucky that you could come. Now it’s even better. My uncle is back, and our family is reunited. From now on, we can live a peaceful life!”
Peace and stability?
Living life?
After seeing the appearance and expressions of these people, Sun Muchen felt an increasingly strong sense of foreboding.
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