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After Song Pearl finished speaking, there was no echo. She turned around and saw Qing Wenyu with a flushed face, leaning to one side and asleep.
Song Pearl directed her gaze towards the corner where the ignored demon was, and the demon shook its head and flicked its tongue at her.
"Did you bite him?" Song Pearl asked.
"How could I be so despicable!" The demon blinked its dark eyes. "He is just too weak to withstand it; he has a fever."
Hearing the demon's words, Song Pearl walked a few steps back to Qing Wenyu's side and placed her hand on his forehead; it was burning hot.
"He was so arrogant just a moment ago, and now he's suddenly got a fever. That was too quick!"
"What should we do now?" she asked the demon.
"How would I know? You're human, I'm not!" The demon shook its head. "But this human is a hindrance; as long as he is awake, my power will be weakened by eight parts. Fortunately, he is afraid of snakes... Why not let him sleep for a while longer?"
Song Pearl shot the demon an annoyed glance. "If he sleeps too long, he might die. Go find some dry wood and make a big fire."
"I can't do that!" The demon curled up tightly. "However, if you beg me, I might agree."
Beg you? Song Pearl's eyes curved into crescent moons as she gave it a charming smile. She walked over, grabbed the snake's head, pulled it up, and then with a strong throw, tossed the snake's head outside the temple door. There was a splash as it accurately hit a willow tree.
The snake's body continued to wriggle on the temple floor, and an angry voice came from the entrance: "You actually tricked me!"
"Isn't my smile supposed to work on demons? How strange!" Song Pearl laughed, looking somewhat silly.
Qing Wenyu, whose consciousness was slightly blurred from the fever, was startled by the earlier commotion and lifted his heavy eyelids. In his hazy vision, he seemed to see a disheveled yet radiant beauty.
Who is that? It feels like I've seen her somewhere before.
Unfortunately, there was no time to think; his eyelids felt too heavy again, and he fell back asleep.
In the village, the village chief was sitting with several villagers at the Team Headquarters discussing matters.
"How is it going?" the village chief asked.
"No problem, once he goes up the mountain, he won't come down easily. Now that it has rained heavily, there's even less to worry about!"
"Why did that Song Pearl go up the mountain too?" The village chief frowned. "Will she be able to find her way?"
"She won't be able to get out," said Wang Baoguo. "I know this girl; she can get lost even on a normal path, so there's no need to worry. I've already sent Song Shiting and his wife back to the company; they won't suspect anything."
"Good!" The village chief nodded. His original plan was to deal with Qing Yuansheng, but unexpectedly, it was his son who showed up.
"I'll contact Qing Yuansheng again. His son is missing; he won't just stay hidden! This time we need him to compromise and come to us for help."
As they were discussing, suddenly there were cries coming from outside, followed by someone running to the door shouting, "Hurry and help, Aunt Liu has passed away!"
Aunt Liu has passed away?
The village chief was taken aback. When he had gone to ask Aunt Liu for help, she had still looked healthy and vibrant; how could she have suddenly died…
In the light rain, amidst the noise of people, villagers rushed towards Aunt Liu's yard, their chaotic footsteps turning the dirt road into a mess.
For the informed village chief, there had been no warning; Aunt Liu had truly passed away.
Before the village chief could make a phone call, several cars drove into the alley. Qing Yuansheng rushed back with his wife, crying loudly. Tears streamed down his face as he knelt before Aunt Liu's bed and struck his forehead.
Next, people busied themselves with Aunt Liu's funeral arrangements, temporarily setting aside all grievances and disputes.
"Where is Wen Yu? Why hasn't he returned yet?" Qing Yuansheng repeatedly dialed on his phone with red-rimmed eyes. "She's gone and they're still burning incense!"
Village Chief Song Jianguo had been busy following Qing Yuansheng around, putting aside their recent unpleasantness; their relationship was still quite good.
After Hongqing purchased the land in Golden Mountain Township, a signal reception tower was installed on the mountain at the edge of Song Family Village. Qing Wenyu's phone should have had a signal, yet Qing Yuansheng's calls were consistently out of service.
Although it wasn't the right time to discuss this matter, the village chief gritted his teeth and said, "Yuan Sheng, as long as you promise not to let our villagers relocate, we will help you go up the mountain to find your son!"
"What do you mean by that? Are you saying you’ve kidnapped Wen Yu?" Qing Yuansheng looked at Song Jianguo with a dangerous glare. "The matters concerning your village were approved by the Board of Directors; it's not something I can decide alone. I've gone through this many times, and all levels of leadership support Hongqing's development project. If you think you can use Wen Yu to threaten me, you're mistaken!"
This time, the village chief did not speak as humbly as before; he replied with a cold smile, "Alright, Yuan Sheng, since that's how you feel, let's see what’s more important to you: your son or our village!"
"We promise you that we won't let the villagers relocate. Please hurry and bring my son back!" Qing Yuansheng's wife, Tian Yue, was anxious and pleaded with the village chief who was about to leave.
"No need to beg him!" Qing Yuansheng coldly snorted and pulled his wife back. "I’ll call Hong Dong about the situation here and have the security department send people over. If we can't find him, we'll report it to the police!"
Song Jianguo smirked with a sinister smile on his face. "Our villagers have done nothing wrong; no one has harmed or kidnapped your son. We just wanted to help you. If you want to call the police, go ahead; I wish you luck in finding your son! However, our villagers will not assist!"
"No need!" Qing Yuansheng's hand trembled slightly as he held his phone; no one had ever dared to threaten him like this.
Due to the sudden urgency to return home, there were still quite a few fish left unsold. Liu Cuiying put on a raincoat and returned the remaining fish to the pond.
After finishing, she went inside and changed clothes while saying, "How could Pearl suddenly go back to the company? There are so many tasks that need help!"
"Returning to the company is good; do you expect Pearl to stay here forever helping you with fish and chores?" Song Shiting said while rubbing his sore legs; he had been jostled on the tricycle all the way home, and the numbness in his legs hadn't faded yet.
"What do you mean by that?" Liu Cuiying glared at Song Shiting unhappily. "I raised her this big; am I not allowed to make her do some work?"
"No one is forcing you to support her. If it weren't for you, she could be living a better life!" Song Shiting replied without looking up.
"You... I'm not arguing with you anymore!" Liu Cuiying's face turned pale as she fell silent.
The air in the dimly lit room was somewhat heavy with silence, and at that moment, they heard faint cries coming from the village.
"Could it be that Aunt Liu has passed away?" Song Shiting stood up. "I need to go check." He found a straw hat, put it on his head, opened the door, and walked towards the village.
Liu Cuiying was angrily rummaging through clean clothes when she suddenly noticed that Song Pearl's phone and bag were still thrown on the bed.
"How can someone leave without their phone? They didn't even take any money; how careless!" Liu Cuiying muttered, suddenly realizing something was off. How did Pearl get back to the company?
She hurriedly changed into her clothes, grabbed her rain gear, and left the house heading towards Aunt Liu's home.
A strange creature had somehow gathered a lot of dry wood and was burning it brightly in the middle of the temple.
"Thank goodness you are here to help; being a spirit is really nice." Song Pearl placed a clay pot over the fire, simmering the Willow Bark that had just been smashed by the creature.
A piece of Qing Wenyu's clothing had been torn off and soaked in cold water, resting on his forehead.
"You two are already pitiful enough; it's been this long and no one has come looking for you!" The creature wrapped its green body around them, resting its head on Song Pearl's shoulder.
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