Chapter 213 Chapter 213 Buddhist Dad 6
At that moment, the ancient inkstone seemed to transform into a gust of wind, ready to be blown away at any moment, floating in the air. Zhuozhuo was stunned by the conversation. She didn't quite understand his state of mind and asked helplessly, "You don't want Qiuqiu's intelligence? It's so rare!"
Gu Yan chuckled. "Do you remember the cup of spiritual tea we drank this afternoon?"
A bitter taste suddenly emerged in Zhuozhuo's mouth, and he nodded with lingering fear.
"That tea is so precious and hard to come by. It's beneficial for cultivation and can clear away mental obstacles. Do you want some?"
Zhuozhuo shook his head without hesitation, "No, no, no!"
Gu Yan laughed again, "You see, we don't have to have every good thing."
Zhuozhuo understood what was said, but she wasn't too upset. She waved at the Spirit Appraisal Stone and said in a childish voice, "Qiuqiu, choose three."
The Spirit-Guiding Stone throbbed with discontent. It had frantically wanted to choose three, but Zhuozhuo had offered a better option. Three became inferior, a second-best option. It didn't want to choose three again, no matter what. The Spirit-Guiding Stone leaped in front of Zhuozhuo, trying to burrow into her arms, begging her to help it in a sweet, soft voice.
"How can Zhuozhuo help you?"
"You beg Gu Yan, go beg Gu Yan, beg him with tears, and he won't be able to do anything if you cry!"
Jian Lingshi felt justified and took it for granted. He didn't think the request was excessive at all, nor did he think Zhuozhuo would refuse. The method four that Zhuozhuo had just proposed gave him confidence, making him think that she was really kind, soft-hearted and easy to bully.
Gu Yan didn't even bother to make any expression as he listened to Jian Lingshi's words that had returned to his old ways. 9972 was so angry that he cursed silently in Zhuo Zhuo's mind, ready to wake her up at any time if she was confused.
Zhuozhuo picked up the Spirit-Jian Stone, ran to the bathroom window, stood on tiptoe and raised his arms, and pushed it out with great effort.
Boom.
There was a dull thud accompanied by a scream, and the Spirit-Jian Stone fell to the grass.
Zhuozhuo looked back at Gu Yan, who understood and went forward to close the window.
The Spirit-Jian Stone floated to the window like a ghost, suppressed its uneasiness and anxiety, and gently bumped into the glass. When it didn't get an immediate response, it rushed forward hurriedly, like a monster that had lost its mind.
“Zhuozhuo! Zhuozhuo, how could you throw me down——!”
Jianlingshi's cry was like the howling of ghosts and wolves, and gradually became full of resentment. "You have such a cruel heart, you can't just ignore me!"
Zhuozhuo was frightened and ran to hide behind Guyan. He poked half of his head out from behind Guyan's legs and carefully looked out the window. When he found that the Jianling Stone had hit the glass so hard without even a crack, he became bolder, showing his whole little head and said fiercely: "You bad stone, how can Zhuozhuo leave you alone!"
Gu Yan laughed. He hadn't dealt with the maddened Spirit Appraisal Stone immediately because he wanted Zhuozhuo to see its hideous face clearly, so he could learn his lesson and not show the slightest bit of sympathy towards such things in the future. But now he found his plan ridiculous. Zhuozhuo was too young to learn his lesson.
Just as Gu Yan was about to imprison the Spiritual Mirror Stone, he heard Zhuo Zhuo ask doubtfully, "Has the stone turned black?"
He peered intently, and through the glass and the night, he saw a black line slowly spreading from the center of the Spirit Appraisal Stone. The black line was incredibly thin, less than one-hundredth the thickness of a human hair. It swayed and stretched through the seething milky white spiritual mist, rapidly growing in size. In the blink of an eye, the black line grew as thick as a chopstick, branching out into numerous branches, filling the entire space within the sphere, as if the Spirit Appraisal Stone would shatter along the black line in the next second.
Zhuozhuo witnessed this transformation and exclaimed in a low voice, "The stone has turned black!"
She said in a babyish voice, "Qiuqiu, what's wrong with you that you want to turn evil?"
The Jianling Stone's howling paused, then turned shrill and terrifying, "Zhuozhuo, you——"
The sound stopped abruptly, and under the unified gaze of the two, the Spirit-Jian Stone was filled with surging black lines and exploded into a firework.
Zhuozhuo opened his eyes wide and murmured, "Ah, it has come to its senses."
9972: [……]Hahahahahahaha!
Gu Yan: “…”
He didn't know whether he should be sad that Jianlingshi had become possessed so easily, or be shocked that Jianlingshi had killed him so easily.
Opening the window to survey the explosion site, Gu Yan used his inner energy to gather the shattered Spirit-Observing Stone. Suddenly, he sensed a familiarity in the wisps of demonic energy. He glanced toward the main courtyard, a sneer playing on his lips. "Those who do evil will eventually perish." The inner demons of the Gu family had contaminated the Spirit-Observing Stone to such an extent. It seemed his freedom was just around the corner.
Zhuozhuo moved a small stool to the wall and stood on it, clinging to the window sill and tiptoeing to peer out. Due to her lack of height, she couldn't see where the fragments of the Spirit-Jian Stone had fallen. She exerted her strength with both hands, trying desperately to climb onto the window sill, but was stopped by 9972's scream and Gu Yan's hand pressing down on her head.
Shaking her head and shaking off Gu Yan's hand, Zhuo Zhuo was about to come down when she saw the bright lights outside the courtyard, and many people running in the night. Even from such a distance, she could feel their anxious panic, rage and confusion.
"Uncle Gu Yan, what's wrong?"
Gu Yan took a quick glance and said calmly, "The Spiritual Stone was lost and discovered. Look, it's here."
Zhuozhuo looked at the group of people approaching the courtyard at a rapid speed. He belatedly realized that they were here to look for the Spiritual Stone. He immediately became nervous, looked up and hugged Guyan's arm and said expectantly, "Uncle, can you put the ball together?"
"No." Gu Yan dragged Zhuo Zhuo down and threatened casually, "Gu Chengzong is ruthless. If he sees the Spirit Mirror Stone shattered into pieces, he might just punch us both flat."
To make Zhuozhuo realize the tragic end they might face, Gu Yan explained, "It's just pounding it into meat patties." This succeeded in making Zhuozhuo tremble all over, and with a tearful face, he said, "The ball broke on its own. It wasn't Zhuozhuo's fault, nor was it Uncle Gu Yan's fault."
"Well, but Gu Chengzong can't tell right from wrong, and he's best at taking his anger out on others." Gu Yan said with a smile, "Do you know what taking one's anger out on others means?"
Zhuozhuo felt that Gu Yan had bad intentions, so he didn't let him say anything. Instead, he asked 9972 in his mind, and then said solemnly, "Zhuozhuo knows."
Gu Yan's eyes trembled, and he was touched by cuteness. He clenched his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, "Are you scared?"
"Don't be afraid!"
Zhuozhuo rolled his eyes, grabbed the toilet plunger next to him and threw it towards the window, shouting in a heroic and confident voice, "Zhuozhuo, knock them down!"
"Hey! Throw it away!" Gu Yan pressed himself against the wall, leaning his upper body out the window. He stared at the toilet plunger as if facing a formidable enemy, repeatedly saying, "Zhuozhuo, calm down. You don't have to do anything. It hasn't come to that yet. I have a solution!"
Zhuozhuo's eyes flashed with cunning, and he hesitated for a moment, wondering whether to thrust the plunger forward to scare Gu Yan again or maintain the peaceful atmosphere between them. Finally, Zhuozhuo withdrew his hand, leaning the plunger on the ground as casually as a swordsman sheathing his sword, and asked adorably, "Uncle Gu Yan, what's your solution?"
Glancing at the toilet plunger, Gu Yan sighed and tossed the collected Jianling Stone slag into the air. The slag didn't fall, but instead hovered quietly. Gu Yan reached out and stirred the slag, stirring it like a game of squeezing to relieve stress. Zhuo Zhuo's eyes sparkled, and she said softly, "Uncle, Zhuo Zhuo wants to play too."
Gu Yan said, "Put down what you have in your hand."
"Okay." Zhuozhuo threw the toilet plunger far away and opened his arms towards Guyan, motioning him to come and hold him.
Gu Yan glanced at the toilet plunger lying on the corridor floor, his feet tingling as he averted his gaze. He stared at Zhuo Zhuo and said, "Pick it up later and mop the floor."
The little fellow's heart and eyes were filled with joy at the Spiritual Mirror Stone Slab. He didn't care what Gu Yan said at all and quickly agreed, "Okay, okay, Zhuo Zhuo will mop the floor!"
Gu Yan: "You promise."
"Zhuozhuo promises! Promise, promise!!"
Gu Yan felt relieved. He picked up Zhuo Zhuo and let her sit on his arm, and reminded her, "Don't spill it. Roll it into a ball."
"I know!"
Zhuozhuo lunged forward, raising both hands and grabbing at the residue. The residue slipped through her fingers like sand in the air. She giggled and, following Gu Yan's instructions, began to gather the residue in the middle, trying to form it into a ball.
Gu Yan's other arm was stretched across Zhuo Zhuo's body to prevent her from falling. Seeing her enjoying herself, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously. Suddenly, a cold light flashed outside the courtyard. Gu Yan glanced over and saw Gu Chengzong and the others, who were blocked by the barrier at the door, ignoring their shouts.
Zhuozhuo's talent in handicrafts was obviously higher than Gu Yan's. After a while, he gathered the residue into a ball and showed it proudly to Gu Yan.
"That's great, Zhuozhuo." Gu Yan praised sincerely, then put her on the ground and used his free hands to pat the crappy version of the Spirit Appraisal Stone a few times.
Zhuozhuo looked up and saw from the gaps in the ancient inkstone's movement that the residues were rapidly condensing together, with the gaps reduced to nothing, forming a smooth ball.
A milky white ball was suspended in the air, with smoke inside, exactly the same as the previous spirit-judging stone.
Zhuozhuo uttered an "Ah" in a daze, "Uncle Gu Yan, is Qiuqiu okay?"
Gu Yan casually tapped the ball, and it flickered for a moment before returning to silence. He explained, "Theoretically, the Spiritual Detection Stone has been restored, but its intelligence has disappeared. So, strictly speaking, this Spiritual Detection Stone is not the same as the previous one."
Zhuozhuo understood it carefully and said softly, "Then Qiuqiu, you won't do bad things again, okay?"
She hadn't yet realized that the disappearance of her spiritual intelligence meant she was dead, so Gu Yan didn't point it out. He nodded and said, "Yes. It won't cause you any more trouble. Do you still want to keep it for fun?"
If he wanted, he could break the ball again and let Zhuozhuo roll it into two pieces: one for her and one for the Gu family.
"No more." After rubbing the spirit stone with his hands, Zhuozhuo had lost interest in glowing inanimate toys and instead wanted to play with toys for older kids like plasticine.
Gu Yan then threw the Spiritual Stone out of the window, closed the window, drew the curtains, and placed Zhuo Zhuo next to the sink. "Okay, wash your hands and go to bed."
The faucet was turned on, and water gushed out. Zhuozhuo immediately stopped struggling, squatted down to touch the water, and asked curiously: "Gu Chongchong didn't come to look for it, where is the spirit stone?"
It took Gu Yan a moment to realize who "Gu Chong Chong" was. He smiled and said, "I just threw the Spirit-Appraising Stone out. They saw it and should have caught up with me by now. Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it."
"Okay." Zhuozhuo put her arm under the water, but was pulled out by Gu Yan again. After drying her, he carried her out of the bathroom, put her on the bed, and covered her face with his hands. "Go to sleep."
Zhuozhuo moved his arms away from Gu Yan, glanced towards the bathroom, and said curiously, "Zhuozhuo didn't mop the floor, and you came out."
I was so focused on getting Zhuozhuo to sleep that I didn’t notice the ancient inkstone under my feet: “…”
His face was etched with pain, and he shifted his feet again and again, frantically trying to recall if he had stepped on the toilet plunger or the surrounding floor. The plunger was very noticeable, and he'd definitely felt it, so that was ruled out. But the floor! He couldn't be sure.
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