Zhao Jiuquan said he would write it down. Shen Hanxiao knew he wasn’t joking, although it certainly seemed like a joke.

Shen Hanxiao immediately bought paper and a pen from the system store and handed them to Zhao Jiuquan.

Zhao Jiuquan took them, pulled out a relatively flat old table from a corner of the room, blew the dust off the surface, and began writing with his head down.

Zhuang Yu watched, stunned.

Gu Rong, however, produced two pom-poms from somewhere, one in each hand, waving them to cheer for Daoist Priest Big Brother.

Zhuang Yu: “…”

Shen Hanxiao: “…”

This little drama queen!

While Zhao Jiuquan was writing, Zhuang Yu helped Shen Hanxiao grind the Jiangshi teeth into powder and had him drink it mixed with water.

The Jiangshi teeth took effect quickly. Not long after Shen Hanxiao drank it, the greenish tint on his face subsided, and the dark circles under his eyes faded considerably.

Shen Hanxiao had been saved by Gu Rong once again. Patting his little forehead, he secretly resolved that in the future, he would definitely be utterly loyal to the cub.

Meanwhile, Zhao Jiuquan had finished writing.

He wrote faster than he spoke, shua shua shua, finishing in less than ten minutes.

His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, comparable to a master calligrapher. After Shen Hanxiao took it, he first admired his senior brother’s calligraphy for a moment, showing off to Zhuang Yu: “Look how well my senior brother writes!”

Zhuang Yu nodded, giving a thumbs-up.

Gu Rong tugged at their arms, tilting his little head, wanting to see too.

Shen Hanxiao found a relatively clean spot, sat down, pulled Gu Rong into his lap, and read Zhao Jiuquan’s writing aloud to him.

For easier immersion, Zhao Jiuquan had written in the first person.

“We and Wu Sandeng were sworn friends, brothers in life and death. We once ruled Yin Mountain as kings.”

“We plundered treasures, murdered, and committed arson – no evil was left undone.”

Shen Hanxiao: “…”

Oh no, this is awkward.

Shen Hanxiao paused for a moment, then braced himself and continued reading: “Ahem, later, we intercepted a wealthy merchant’s funeral procession, plundered the burial goods – a total of one hundred boxes of gold bars – and discarded the deceased’s coffin at the foot of Yin Mountain.”

“Unexpectedly, that very night, Wu Sandeng drugged and poisoned us all, seizing the gold bars for himself. After death, our resentment could not dissipate, and we turned into Jiangshi, specifically returning to seek revenge.”

After reading Zhao Jiuquan’s writing, Zhuang Yu and Shen Hanxiao were deeply shocked.

Not for any other reason, but that so much could be understood from just hand gestures?

Gu Rong didn’t understand most of it, especially the formal language, but he grasped the central meaning: “Big Jiangshi killed by One-eyed Uncle?”

Zhao Jiuquan nodded.

So, these Jiangshi were bandits in their past lives, together with Wu Sandeng. They stole these gold bars, which were originally burial goods.

However, Gu Rong didn’t hear the system prompt indicating task completion.

006 said: [Little host, you are the Little Jiangshi King. Those Jiangshi definitely couldn’t lie. But the task isn’t considered complete yet, which means the relationship between the Jiangshi and these gold bars is more than just this. There’s still a missing link.]

Gu Rong asked: [What’s missing?]

Lu Li’s coffin suddenly flashed in Gu Rong’s mind: [Lord Devil’s coffin!]

006 said: [Correct! Wu Sandeng has been carrying Lord Devil’s coffin all along, it definitely isn’t simple. Why, out of all the coffins in the Yi Zhuang, did he specifically choose this one to carry back? And why insist on bringing it up Yin Mountain?]

[Could this coffin be the one from the funeral procession they robbed? How about we ask Lord Devil?]

Gu Rong patted his little tummy and said: [Zaizai scared! Lord Devil eat Zaizai!]

006 said: [Don’t be afraid, little host! We’re helping Him get the Devil’s Keys! He definitely won’t eat the little host!]

Gu Rong started pinching his little, chubby leg again.

006: […Little host, you’re not fat! Look at Big Brother, Little Brother, Daoist Priest Big Brother! You probably need to grow at least that tall and strong before He’d consider starting the slaughter, right?]

Gu Rong, master of grasping the key point: [Then Lord Devil still going to eat Zaizai eventually!]

006: […]

–

However, Gu Rong knew it would take a very long time for him to grow as tall as Big Brother, Little Brother, or Daoist Priest Big Brother, so he temporarily relaxed.

Not only did Gu Rong and 006 think of Lu Li’s coffin, but the three adults also thought of it.

Zhuang Yu said, “That coffin that couldn’t be opened, Wu Sandeng keeps having people carry it. What exactly is inside?”

Gu Rong was about to say “Lord Devil,” but 006 interjected: [Little host, let’s keep it a secret for now. Lord Devil hasn’t shown himself to others. What if He doesn’t want others to know?]

Gu Rong thought that made sense, so he covered his mouth and didn’t speak.

Shen Hanxiao smiled: “Little ghost, why are you covering your mouth? Do you know something?”

Gu Rong shook his little head, then released his small hand, acting mysterious, as if afraid people wouldn’t know he knew something: “Zaizai doesn’t know! Zaizai can’t say!”

After speaking, he quickly covered his mouth tightly again.

006: […]

The group: “…”

Okay, we all know you know now.

Shen Hanxiao couldn’t help but laugh: “Since Rongrong doesn’t know, we shouldn’t ask. Rongrong also shouldn’t tell us.”

“How about this, let’s steal that coffin over there and let the little ghost investigate the truth.”

The players’ task was to catch Jiangshi. Although the three were curious about the grudges of these Jiangshi, they didn’t necessarily need to know.

However, Gu Rong’s task was to find out the relationship between the Jiangshi and the gold bars, so they had to help him out.

Zhuang Yu and Zhao Jiuquan both nodded in agreement.

Gu Rong clapped his small hands, saying sweetly: “Thank you, Big Brother, Little Brother, Daoist Priest Big Brother!”

Zhuang Yu and Shen Hanxiao took turns playing with Gu Rong for a while. Zhao Jiuquan stood quietly beside them, his expression calm, watching them play.

The three had been away long enough. Without further delay, they bid farewell to Gu Rong and returned to the main group.

After the three left, Gu Rong hugged Laifu. The cub and dog snuggled together, sitting by the threshold, watching the moon.

The moon climbed above the treetops. The mountaintop moon was large and bright, casting two shadows on the ground, one large and one small, from the dog and the cub.

–

Stealing a coffin was absolutely no problem for Shen Hanxiao’s trio.

Gu Rong didn’t wait long before Shen Hanxiao came back carrying the coffin by himself.

Zhuang Yu and Zhao Jiuquan stayed behind to provide cover.

Seeing Shen Hanxiao carrying the coffin alone, Gu Rong let out a surprised “Wah!”, his mouth forming an ‘O’, Zaizai shocked.jpg

Shen Hanxiao put the coffin down on the ground and clapped his hands together. Forget Gu Rong being surprised, he himself was puzzled: “Why is this coffin so light? It has no weight at all?”

It was like carrying a foam box, but even foam boxes have weight. This coffin was so light it felt completely unreal.

Previously, it had always taken four people working together to lift it. This lightness was clearly abnormal.

Hearing this, Gu Rong’s small body tried eagerly. He also went to lift the coffin, but heixiu heixiu, the coffin didn’t budge.

Shen Hanxiao was puzzled. He tried moving the coffin again and found that this time, he couldn’t move it either.

The coffin had become as heavy as a thousand jin again. The earlier lightness seemed like an illusion.

Shen Hanxiao stroked his chin, walked around the coffin, examining it, but couldn’t figure out anything special. He couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder.

Gu Rong said: “Zaizai can’t move this coffin!”

As he spoke, he even took out his fishing rod from the system backpack, heh, cast it out, hooked the coffin, and reeled it in… The hook came back, but the coffin remained in place, unmoved.

Gu Rong’s eyes widened even further in amazement.

Shen Hanxiao said, “This coffin’s weight changes suddenly? Truly strange.”

006 said: [Little host, no need to try anymore. This fishing rod can handle the weight of at most three sharks. It must be Lord Devil playing tricks!]

Gu Rong thought so too and put away the fishing rod.

Shen Hanxiao was just about to tell Gu Rong he should head back first when, suddenly, a chaotic clamor of footsteps sounded outside the door.

Shen Hanxiao looked towards the door. Wu Sandeng was leading a large group over.

Wo cao! Knew stealing the coffin was too easy! So smooth without any obstacles! They deliberately let him take it!

Shen Hanxiao: “Little ghost, hide quickly!”

Gu Rong hadn’t hidden yet, but Laifu shua darted into a corner and hid first.

Shen Hanxiao: “…”

What is this dog even good for?

Gu Rong also hopped around, looking for a place to hide.

Passing by the coffin, an eerie wind blew past. The coffin lid opened by itself, and the wind swept up Gu Rong’s small body, pulling him inside the coffin.

“Aiya!”

Accompanied by Gu Rong’s little milky cry, the coffin lid closed again, tightly sealed.

Shen Hanxiao: “Rongrong!!”

He had just shouted once when the footsteps outside reached the door.

Shen Hanxiao was helpless. He could only escape through the hole in the wall that the Jiangshi had made earlier.

–

Gu Rong fell into the coffin. Strangely, the space inside the coffin was extremely large, as if he had fallen into a different dimension.

He wasn’t lying in the coffin, but standing with his feet on solid ground.

The surroundings were pitch black. Gu Rong looked left and right, then ran towards a light source on his right.

As he ran, he called out to 006 in his mind: [006!!]

006 didn’t respond, seemingly locked in the little dark room again.

Having experienced this several times before, Gu Rong wasn’t scared this time. Dadada, he quickly ran to the light source.

Passing through the light curtain, Gu Rong was blinded by the light and closed his eyes.

When he opened his eyes again, Gu Rong found the scene before him had changed.

He was lying inside the coffin, and it was still pitch black before his eyes. But unlike before, the darkness now couldn’t obstruct Gu Rong’s vision.

Gu Rong found it strange. He patted the surface beneath him with his small hand. It was a cold stone slab. This coffin was a stone coffin, and it was still rocking gently, swaying.

Huh? Where did Lord Devil go? Why is he gone, too?

Lord Devil had been lying in the coffin, but now, besides himself, there was no one else inside.

[Ding! Congratulations Little Jiangshi Zaizai for triggering Memory Flashback.]

“?”

What’s a Memory Flashback?

Gu Rong felt strange, unable to figure it out.

From outside the stone slab, mournful and eerie funeral music drifted in.

Gu Rong perked up his little ears. Not knowing what was happening, and since he was lying comfortably in the coffin and wasn’t tired, he placed his small hands on his stomach and lay still.

The coffin rocked gently, like a cradle. Gu Rong was rocked and rocked, and after a short while, he fell asleep, sleeping soundly and sweetly.