At this moment, the fat ball suddenly said, "Phoenix Chick, there's something I really don't understand. Since Jing Teng is so important to the Ghost King, why doesn't he take action himself instead of sending some trash to get their heads?"
The skinny monkey rolled his eyes: "If you were the richest man in the world and you opened a small shop at the entrance of your village, would you personally hold a meeting to deal with him?"
Fatty scratched his head and chuckled憨厚ly, "What you say makes sense, but don't end up like in those human stories, where instead of killing the protagonist at the beginning, they send their minions to feed him kills and experience points, only to be killed by the protagonist in the end..."
"Pah, pah, pah!" The skinny monkey slapped him. "I told you to stop reading those trashy human stories. You can talk a good game about them. What, are you trying to pass the imperial examination?"
"The 'Jinshi' (a type of Chinese liquor) doesn't taste good; it's too sour." Fatty shook his head like a rattle.
Skinny Monkey was clearly not in the mood to discuss whether the imperial examination food was delicious or not. He lowered his voice and said, "Let's discuss how to proceed later, and then..."
...
Meanwhile, Zuan and his group finally found out the whereabouts of Sakura's parents. It turned out that they had been searching for Sakura all these years, but had exhausted their wealth without success.
Sakura's father passed away due to overwork.
Sakura's mother was the only one left at home. In order to find Sakura, the couple had long since sold their ancestral home and everything else they could. It is said that they now live on their last acre of barren land and have built a simple house nearby to live in. The place is so remote that even ghosts wouldn't go there.
When the group finally found the dilapidated hut on the mountain, they saw an old woman in bright red clothes sitting at the door, staring blankly at the horizon. Her wrinkled face seemed to tell the story of all the hardships she had endured in her life.
"A vengeful ghost?" Zu An and Qiu Honglei were startled. Along the way, they had often seen red-clothed people associated with vengeful ghosts, and now it was an instinctive reaction for them.
Just then, Sakura suddenly burst into tears and rushed over, crying, "Mother!"
The old woman seemed to be hard of hearing; she didn't hear at first, but only realized what was happening when Sakura pounced on her.
Numbly, he turned his head to stare at her, a hint of doubt flashing in his cloudy eyes.
"Mother, don't you recognize me?" Seeing her like this, Xiaoying felt a pang of sadness. She had been dead for so many years, and even her mother had aged so much.
"Is Sakura my Sakura?" A bright light suddenly shone in the old woman's cloudy eyes.
"It's me, Mother! Your unfilial daughter is late." Xiaoying started to sob.
"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back." The old woman was in tears. "Where have you been? If it had been two years earlier, your father would have been able to see this."
Sakura became even more heartbroken upon hearing this, and the mother and daughter quickly embraced and burst into tears.
"Who are these people?" The old woman suddenly noticed the others after the mother and daughter recounted their separation.
"They are the friends who brought me back. It is because of them that I was saved." Sakura wiped away her tears. Seeing her mother's joy, she didn't even dare to tell her that she was dead.
Worried that her mother might suddenly realize that she hadn't changed her appearance, she quickly changed the subject: "Mom, you look quite pretty in that outfit."
"Isn't it beautiful?" The old woman said with some relief. "This is the burial garment your father bought for me with the last of the family's money years ago. I could feel that I was about to die, and I was worried that I wouldn't have the strength to wear it when I died. There are no neighbors around here, and even if there were, who would come to bury an old woman and dress her in a burial garment? I would definitely be dirty and smelly by then, so I dressed her in advance to avoid troubling others..."
"Mother..." Xiaoying could no longer hold back and hugged her tightly, bursting into tears.
Only then did everyone realize that what they had seen earlier was not an old woman who loved to look pretty, but rather that she was sitting there quietly in her burial clothes, waiting for death to come.
Jing Teng and Qiu Hong immediately burst into tears, and Wei Suo couldn't stop wiping his eyes as well.
Zuan couldn't help but think of his parents from his previous life; he wondered how heartbroken they must be now.
Hearing the crying around him, he felt extremely depressed. He went straight outside. Jing Teng and Qiu Honglei were comforting Xiaoying and her daughter and didn't notice him.
Zuan arrived at a mountain hollow and watched the clouds drift by in the distance, which calmed him down a little.
Just then, two dark figures suddenly jumped to his side.
One of the chubby guys said, "This kid is damn handsome. If I had a face like that, I'd be killing everything in the Yin-Yang realm."
"Kill my ass! In our Yin-Yang Realm, strength is paramount. The stronger you are, the more handsome you are. Looks are secondary." Another thin figure couldn't help but curse.
“That makes sense, but can’t someone be both handsome and strong?” the chubby Wolong couldn’t help but say.
“How could such a thing exist in the world? Even the Heavenly Dao wouldn’t allow it,” the thin Phoenix Chick said discontentedly.
The two glanced at Zu An subconsciously and shook their heads. This kid was handsome enough, but he didn't have any energy fluctuations at all. He was just a pretty boy who couldn't even kill a chicken.
"Why do women all like this? Are they all blind?!"
Zu'an had initially thought two formidable enemies had arrived, but it turned out to be two clowns: "What do you want?"
The Crouching Dragon and the Young Phoenix exchanged a glance: "It's not that we have something to do, it's that you have something to do."
"I don't seem to know either of you, let alone have any grudges against you." Zuan observed the two men with a leisurely air. They exuded a ghostly aura and didn't seem very human.
I've heard Jing Teng mention before that ghosts that can move freely outdoors in broad daylight are often very powerful.
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