Having spent time together in Yin Ruins, the two naturally knew that he had learned the Taotie Devouring Heaven Technique.
Zu An smiled and said, "I actually hope there are more generous spenders like the Thick-Eyebrowed Taoist."
It was one thing to snatch those precious materials from the other party, but that book "A Thousand Faces" was truly amazing; the more he studied it, the more engrossed he became.
"If that thick-browed Taoist knew, he'd probably be so angry he'd come back to life." Pei Mianman said coquettishly, but after laughing, a hint of worry appeared on her beautiful face. "Now that all three have been investigated, and their causes of death are all correct, has the trail gone cold again?"
"That's not necessarily true." Zu An smiled, reburied the two coffins, and then left the cemetery with Pei Mianman.
"Don't touch me." Seeing the other person's hand reaching towards her, Pei Mianman took a strange step back.
Zuan was extremely frustrated: "I was wearing gloves just now, and I already washed them by that little river later."
"I don't care." Pei Mianman's face turned pale as she thought of the scene where the other party had just dissected those half-rotten corpses.
Zuan: "..."
"Alright, alright, if you don't want to touch me, then hold me tight." After mounting his horse, Zu'an gestured for her to sit behind him.
Thinking back on the wonderful experiences along the way, Pei Mianman felt her chest still tremble slightly, and a hint of shyness appeared on her beautiful face: "You naughty guy~"
Despite saying that, she still sat down behind the other person.
After a bumpy ride, Pei Mianman's peach blossom eyes were almost brimming with tears. To hide her embarrassment, she quickly changed the subject, asking, "Where are we going now?"
“Let’s go to their house,” Zuan replied.
"Them?" Pei Mianman's voice trembled slightly. "Those people from just now?"
"Um."
"..."
Before long, the two arrived at a small village on the outskirts of the city, where a few mud houses were scattered sparsely.
Zuan walked straight to a courtyard halfway up the mountain. At the gate, there was a little boy of six or seven years old riding a bamboo horse, waving a wooden sword in his hand, and shouting in a chubby voice, "Charge!"
They're clearly playing a war game.
Pei Mianman couldn't help but smile: "This child is so cute."
Zuan whispered in her ear, "Our child will definitely be even cuter."
"Ugh, who wants to have a child with you?" Pei Mianman pushed him away, but in her heart, she began to dream about it.
"Wow, your horses are so majestic!" At this moment, the child had obviously noticed them as well. Seeing the tall horses they were riding, he suddenly felt that his own fake bamboo horse was not so appealing anymore.
"Little friend, is this Shenzhou's home?" The two jumped off their horses, and Zu'an smiled and patted his head.
"You know my dad?" The child's face lit up with joy.
“We are your father’s friends.” Seeing the other party’s somewhat suspicious look, Zuan thought for a moment and took out a short sword from the glass bead. “Since you like playing war games, your uncle has given you a gift.”
There were also many weapons inside the glass bead, but to avoid causing trouble for the child, he chose a relatively ordinary short sword. However, anything that he could store in the glass bead was of high quality.
The child was indeed captivated by the sword, stroking it as if he wanted to hold it close to his chest. After a moment's thought, he handed over the wooden sword in his hand: "My father said that one should not accept favors from others casually. You gave me a sword, and I will give you one in return. That way, we're even."
Children are simple-minded; how could he know that the short sword the other person gave him was worth enough to buy hundreds or thousands of these toy wooden swords?
"Tiger, who are you talking to?" Just then, a woman emerged from the house, wiping the water from her hands with her apron. Upon seeing the two people, her expression changed slightly. She quickly rushed over, pulled the child into her arms, and then looked at them warily. "Who are you?"
Zuan quickly sized her up. Due to years of working in the mountains, her skin was dark and her arms were rough, just like the peasant women he had seen along the way after entering the village. Of course, she was prettier than them, but she could hardly be called a beauty.
"They said they were Daddy's friends." The child, completely unsuspecting, eagerly answered, trying to show off.
"Friends?" The woman looked at the two suspiciously. It was no wonder she was suspicious; the man was handsome and the woman was exceptionally beautiful, making her feel inexplicably inferior.
How could my husband possibly have a friend with such good looks!
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