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The next day, Ye Mingshang looked at the Gold Paper in his hand, his brow furrowed tightly.
He had discovered it in the middle of the night when the Gold Paper broke free from the Ashtray, making a bit of noise that caught his attention.
"Can it really be retrieved? What material is this made of?"
Even with Ye Mingshang's knowledge, he was somewhat puzzled.
"In that case..."
He picked up the jade pendant and placed the Gold Paper inside.
Ye Mingshang smiled, "I don't believe you can still get out like this."
The next day, as Ye Mingshang's consciousness sank, he saw the Gold Paper lying quietly in a corner, motionless.
"Now you're being obedient," Ye Mingshang said with a smile.
A few days later, Ye Mingshang was driving with Li Mengyu on their way back to Nanjing.
They had already said goodbye to their relatives and friends in the mountains. Although it was hard to part, everyone was used to it by now and did not hold them back too much, only telling them to come back and visit whenever they had the chance.
Cheng Yi did not come along; he said there were too many delicious foods in the mountains and that he wanted to try them all before leaving.
Ye Mingshang was skeptical, wondering if Cheng Yi would turn into a little chubby boy by the time they met again.
As he drove along the country roads, Ye Mingshang couldn't help but recall how Underworld River had looked when he was about to leave, puffing up his cheeks and glaring.
One day ago...
In another large lake, the Underworld River emerged halfway, its dragon whiskers fluttering, and its mouth twitching in apparent anger.
"What did you say? You want to leave!!!"
The voice of the Underworld River was loud, shaking the surrounding trees, causing some birds that flew too close to fall down.
"Alright, alright, why are you shouting?" Ye Mingshang said, digging at his ears, feeling speechless.
The Underworld River coldly snorted, "Hmph! Do you think I went through all this trouble to establish my authority for nothing? And now you want to leave? Why don’t you just fly up to the heavens!"
"I know, I know, you want me to take the throne. But why don’t you just do it yourself as the Demon Emperor? Even though I've gained a lot of lifespan, I certainly won't live as long as you," Ye Mingshang shrugged.
"You little brat, all you care about is your own enjoyment. I also want to wander around!"
"Come on, you sleep all day long; don’t act like you're busy."
"You!"
"Alright, alright. Anyway, I’m not going to be any Demon Emperor. If you really want someone to succeed you, just wait until I have a son and let him take over."
...
Ye Mingshang truly managed to tease the Underworld River. For the divine beings like Li Mengyu, due to their unique physical structure, reproduction was extremely difficult.
Originally, the residents of Celestial Abode could still have children after a few years. But after arriving in Cloud Mist Wonderland, their bodies became even stronger, making reproduction even harder.
Just like Li Lang, he only recently became successful, and that has already been over a thousand years.
Of course, not everyone is like that; some have children after a few hundred years, while others can have them in just a few decades.
Ye Mingshang estimates that he and Li Mengyu will probably take at least eight years to have children.
He didn't take Li Mengyu directly to Nanjing; after all, they had no urgent matters, and life was still long ahead of them.
If they rushed things, how would they spend the future time?
Initially, he wanted to take Li Mengyu to enjoy the scenic spots, but then he thought that both the Dragon Emperor Mountain Range and Cloud Mist Wonderland had views that far surpassed many popular tourist attractions, so there wasn't much point in going.
Later, he decided to wander around, stopping here and there to explore familiar and unfamiliar places and experience the local customs and culture.
On the roadside, an elderly blind man was playing the Erhu.
His clothes looked quite worn but were very tidy; he seemed to be a person who valued cleanliness.
His Erhu was also somewhat old but well-maintained, producing a very pure tone.
Ye Mingshang didn't know much about the Erhu, but he could still tell whether the piece was good or not.
The music was slow and sorrowful, as if telling its own story, evoking feelings of compassion in listeners.
However, there wasn't much money in the box in front of him.
"This uncle plays the Erhu really well; it's truly moving," a little girl said as she wiped her tears and took out her wallet to give him some money.
"You've gone crazy, are you really planning to give him money?" A boy who seemed to be her companion pulled her back.
"Of course, don't you think it's pitiful?"
"Come on, what era do you think this is? Does kindness even matter? How do you know he's genuine and not a scammer?"
Aside from them, many others shared this sentiment, as there are indeed too many scammers nowadays.
The crowd is kind-hearted; they don't mind giving a little charity to those in need.
However, many have exploited the goodwill of the public and engaged in deceitful practices.
There was once an online report about a beggar who would beg during the day and then, at night, change into clean clothes and go spend the money at a nightclub.
In those years, such incidents caused quite a stir.
Later on, fewer people were willing to give money.
It wasn't that people lacked compassion; they were simply scared off by those con artists.
However, Ye Mingshang could naturally see that the old man's eyes were not truly blind.
But just because he wasn't blind didn't mean he was a fraud.
Without direct contact, Ye Mingshang couldn't read his thoughts, but she could make some guesses about his feelings based on the emotions he inadvertently revealed and the fluctuations in the music.
"How about we give him something?" Li Mengyu tugged at his sleeve and suggested.
Even if she didn't say anything, Ye Mingshang intended to help. She gave him a smile, patted her hand, and walked over.
"Uncle, why are you playing the Erhu here? Are you facing some difficulties?"
Instead of directly giving money, Ye Mingshang sat down on the stone steps next to the old man and asked.
The old man was surprised that someone would ask him. Perhaps he lacked experience; he turned around and instinctively looked at Ye Mingshang.
Realizing he almost revealed too much, he hurriedly half-closed his eyes and rolled them upward, pretending not to see.
Ye Mingshang couldn't help but smile. "Uncle, are you in some trouble?"
The old man didn't expect that the other party would still ask him, and it seemed he wasn't met with disdain. He sighed, stopped what he was doing, and said:
"Ah! I came from the countryside to find my son, but someone stole my wallet from the car. My money and address were inside; I can't find my son.
I'm both tired and hungry. Later, I found fifty yuan on the ground. I know I should report it to the police if I find money. But I was too hungry, so I took the money to buy food.
In the end, that money turned out to be counterfeit. They said I was trying to dine and dash and wanted to call the police. After much persuasion, they finally agreed to let me wash dishes."
(To be continued.)
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