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Lao Lu woke up after everyone had left, barely a stick of incense's worth of time had passed. His mind was still hazy when he glanced at the wine jar by his feet, and it suddenly dawned on him. "I didn't even drink, how did I faint?" he muttered. "Oh no, what time is it? I'm late!"
Jumping to his feet, Lao Lu grabbed the wine jar and rushed outside. This was the good wine he had prepared for his comrades! He needed to deliver it before dawn.
Seeing that Lao Lu was truly fine, Cang Xuan felt relieved and happy. "Misha, why didn't you come find me sooner? I’ve been wandering outside for so long."
"I didn’t know you were here," Misha replied.
Cang Xuan seemed unconcerned by Misha's response, gazing at him with a beaming smile. "Can I live in your eyes?"
"Absolutely not!"
But Lao Lu understood the implication.
He is he, and I am I.
Having lived through so many reflections, the most comfortable place was still within the pupils.
"I can help you find a dog."
"I don’t want that; I like your eyes."
"You’re annoying!"
Their chatter was reminiscent of the Two Little Treasures back home—slightly sweet yet grating. But the little ones were just children; everyone found them adorable.
Though Cang Xuan had a youthful face, the aura he exuded still revealed him as a middle-aged man. Coupled with his clingy tone and dependent gaze, being close made one feel uncomfortable.
Misha regretted bringing him back to the Small Tavern; if he continued like this every day, how would they manage?
That night, surprisingly, no ghosts came knocking. Zheng Moru enjoyed an unusually peaceful sleep, thinking perhaps they had finally moved to a better place.
It wasn't until early morning that he learned the ghosts had indeed appeared but were stopped by the enthusiastic citizens of Jingjing City.
Some greeted them warmly, others burned paper offerings, some chanted scriptures, while others stuffed things into their hands.
Even though these ghosts could not speak, the citizens engaged in a lively exchange—some cried, some laughed, and some shouted loudly.
Despite temporarily blocking the roads and preventing the ghosts from advancing an inch, the spirits did not retaliate against them.
This further convinced the citizens that these warriors who had sacrificed themselves for their homeland still remembered their mission to protect the people even in death and did not wish to harm them.
An indescribable emotion lingered in Jingjing City after dawn; everyone felt heavy-hearted and reluctant to speak. It wasn't until nearly sunset that someone slapped their thigh and exclaimed, "Oh no! They must have come looking for the Loyalty and Righteousness Marquisate last night! Is this repeated occurrence part of an Underworld mission?"
We stopped them from completing their mission. Will they be punished for it?
This thought jolted everyone awake.
As they discussed it, the more they talked, the more convinced they became that it was indeed a serious matter. Some felt an overwhelming sense of guilt, and soon, tears began to flow.
Then someone suggested, "What if we help them out?" The Warriors, despite their fierce demeanor, never actually harmed anyone; they merely intimidated and caused some damage here and there. It seemed like a simple enough task.
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