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The story of the old man brought tears to the eyes of the two students. The old man suffered greatly, but there were many others in the world who were even worse off—blind, deaf, missing limbs. Some had caregivers, which made things a bit easier, but those who were alone had to endure not only physical pain but also mental torment. Although life is made up of various flavors—sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy—the proportions are often unreasonable. We can only do our best to help those unfortunate souls and pray for them, hoping they will receive compensation in their next life.
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Ye Mingshang also joined in to help with the farming. Although he had never done it before, his physical strength made it not too difficult for him.
Even during the day, he remained highly focused because there were still many monsters that were not afraid of sunlight. If they were to suddenly attack during the day, it would not be good. Fortunately, nothing happened until evening, and after enjoying a nice dinner, the classmates quickly retreated into the house.
"Ouch! I'm exhausted!" a boy exclaimed as he plopped down onto the ground.
"Isn't it? I never knew farming was this hard," another companion complained while rubbing his sore shoulders.
"I'll never waste food again; growing these crops is so difficult. Ouch, my back!" a thin boy said, grimacing as he rubbed his waist.
"You young people must be lacking in vitality."
"Get lost!"
"Kidney treasure tastes amazing!"
...
"So, what did you discover today?" Ye Mingshang asked as he looked at Joan who was walking over.
"Nothing. Everything is normal," Joan replied.
"Do you think it might really be fine now?"
"I don't know, but that strange feeling hasn't disappeared," Ye Mingshang shook his head.
After dealing with the corpse, there shouldn't have been any danger left, but Ye Mingshang still felt that unsettling sensation of being watched. Although he found it odd, he couldn't pinpoint anything unusual, which made it hard for him to relax.
The group chatted for a bit, and as time passed, the fat guy said, "You should go rest. You didn't get any sleep yesterday, and you worked all day today. Don't wear yourself out."
"Yeah, Master. We didn't want to disturb our classmates last night, so we kept the alarm volume low. It was just that Fatty's snoring was too loud; I got so used to it that I couldn't hear the alarm," Joan chimed in.
The fat guy immediately retorted, "Shut up! If my snoring wasn't so loud, would those ghosts have run away?"
Joan squinted his eyes and clapped playfully, "Wow! You're so impressive; your snoring could rival my farts! Your mouth could even—"
Before Joan could finish his sentence, the fat guy sat down heavily on him, his weight of one hundred eighty pounds making Joan roll his eyes back.
"Damn! I'll teach you a lesson about weight!" The fat guy cursed while wiggling his buttocks. Joan beneath him was already foaming at the mouth, looking like he couldn't take it anymore.
Ye Mingshang twitched the corner of his mouth; these two clearly had no sense of weight.
"Alright, stop messing around; we have serious matters to attend to," Ye Mingshang interrupted their nonsense.
"Right, right! Almost forgot about the important stuff," the fat guy slapped his forehead and quickly stood up before sitting down by the wall near the door. "You should go sleep now; we'll keep watch today."
"Yes, Master. Leave it to me; I'm your chief disciple and have inherited your teachings well," Joan said as he wiped the foam from his mouth and jumped up.
Ye Mingshang shot him a skeptical glance.
"Damn it, inheriting teachings? I'm not dead yet!" Ye Mingshang complained as he stood up to leave. As he walked past a few classmates, he overheard them whispering.
"Look at those two—one fat and one thin," one classmate pointed at the fat guy and Joan by the door.
"What's wrong?" a companion asked.
"I have a secret to tell you."
"Go ahead."
"They're gay!"
"Oh my god! Is that true?!"
"Are you blind? They’re practically inseparable; they must be good buddies. That disgusting gesture they just made definitely means they've been getting closer."
"Wow! That's so gross!"
...
Ye Mingshang leaned against the wall, half-sitting, with the blanket only covering him up to his waist. He wasn't in deep sleep but had adjusted to a light sleep state, ready to wake at any sound. Although the quality of his sleep wouldn't be great, it was much safer this way; he could catch up on sleep later.
The night was quiet. It was springtime, and although it was still quite cold, many animals had already awakened. Occasionally, the sound of birds flapping their wings could be heard outside the window. The moon was bright, and the gentle moonlight streamed through the window into the room, adding a touch of brightness to the dark night. Tonight's moon had regained its usual brilliance; the moonlight was clear and soft, devoid of the eerie feeling associated with the Crimson Moon.
The chubby guy and Joan were chatting quietly at the door to pass the time and stave off sleepiness.
"Hey! Joan, look at the beautiful moon in the sky. I wonder if Chang'e is really up there," the chubby guy said, gazing at the moonlight.
Joan glanced at him and replied, "Are you thinking about your sister Chang'e again, Second Brother?"
"Shut up! I'm trying to talk about something serious!" he retorted.
Joan looked back at him and said, "I’m talking about something serious too. Honestly, I think you'd play Zhu Bajie much better than Wah Jai."
"Andy Lau played Zhu Bajie? How come I didn't know that?" the chubby man asked in confusion.
Joan glanced at him with a look of disbelief and replied, "I was talking about Madhua."
The two of them were slowly passing the time chatting and joking, and before they knew it, it was already midnight, the time when people are most prone to feeling sleepy. They didn't have Ye Mingshang's meditation techniques, so their energy wasn't that great, and they were starting to feel drowsy.
"Ah! Do you think there will be ghosts coming out at this late hour? I'm already feeling sleepy," Joan yawned.
The chubby man yawned as well. "Ah! Who knows? These ghosts really are something; they don't act during the day and wait until nightfall. They're such night owls. Don't they know that's a bad habit?"
"That's why those ghosts all look like they're half-dead; it's because they stay up too late and hurt their health," Joan said.
The chubby man suddenly realized, "So that's how it is! No wonder those ghosts look like they've been drained by indulgence; it's really because they've stayed up too much. Truly, hearing you say this is worth more than ten years of study!"
"Oh, not at all!" Joan replied politely.
As the two of them joked around, they were unaware that a pair of eerie eyes were watching them from the darkness outside.
Suddenly, a rustling sound came from the bushes.
"Who goes there?!"
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