Come, Eat.

Wang Ye's body was gradually recovering.

Looking at Xiao Wu who was still in a coma, Wang Ye had a complex expression on his face.

In his two lifetimes, the first person to ever shield him without regard for their own safety turned out to be someone he had deceived into being his subordinate.

With a sigh, Wang Ye carried Xiao Wu back to his own home, and discovered that the shattered glass had already been carefully repaired by Tian Zu.

Wang Ye placed Xiao Wu on his own bed, and closely observed Xiao Si.

When facing the old ghost, Xiao Si had a moment where she was out of control and swallowed some of the old ghost's blood.

She was really full of unstable factors.

For a moment, Wang Ye even considered permanently sealing Xiao Si.

However, in certain specific environments, Xiao Si could still exert very good effects...

Hesitating, Wang Ye carefully pasted spirit money all over Xiao Si's entire body, and even stuffed her pockets full of spirit money.

Sitting on the sofa, Wang Ye recalled the final slash he made when facing the old ghost.

Not only did it drain a large amount of his bodily functions, at that time he vaguely felt a profound feeling, but he couldn't quite put it into words.

With one more mouth to feed in the house, where Xiao Wu would live became another problem.

Should he also cram her into the old woman's place?

Ultimately that wasn't very good, after all Mao Yong'an was dead while Xiao Wu was different from him.

However...

Although Mao Yong'an had abandoned him and fled at that time, Wang Ye didn't harbor any resentment.

After all, being able to buy him some time could be considered fulfilling his duty as a friend. To be realistic...

The two of them hadn't known each other for long, and Wang Ye had even scammed him several times.

Thinking of this, Wang Ye carefully took out that fruit, and closely observed it.

A rich bloody aura continuously emanated from within the fruit, ceaselessly stimulating the deepest desires in Wang Ye's heart.

Forcing himself to endure, Wang Ye put away the fruit.

His body was still very weak right now, Xiao Wu was in a coma, and Xiao Si's condition was unknown. Eating the fruit rashly in this state was simply disrespect for his life.

Thinking this, Wang Ye kept the box containing the fruit close to him, and sat down to meditate.

...

Mao Yong'an didn't know when he had already returned to the old woman's home. At this moment he was sitting numbly in the living room.

Originally he had already prepared to flee, and would turn and run once he left the ancient domain, wandering freely under the wide heavens and vast earth.

However...

His sunny doll was left behind at the old woman's place. In his hurry when leaving earlier, he had forgotten to take it with him.

His heart struggled furiously. Although the sunny doll was just a pretty good spiritual object, but...

It was his after all!

Every treasure was picked up by him at the risk of his life!

Right below the apartment building, Mao Yong'an had almost turned green with envy, and tremblingly returned to the sixth floor, carefully prying open the old woman's door.

As a result...

The old woman was just sitting quietly in the rocking chair, her gentle gaze looking at him.

"G-Granny, hello."

Looking at the old woman, Mao Yong'an was beyond tears. His body stiffly raised his hand and waved.

"You must be hungry..."

The old woman seemed to stand up from the rocking chair with some difficulty. She was completely lacking the domineering aura from when she was massacring in the ancient domain, appearing just like an ordinary elderly neighbor.

Sure enough...

It's always "Are you hungry? Are you hungry?" everyday!

Treating him like a pig to be fattened!

Every time he heard the old woman's words, he would recall the constantly emerging fingers in the food bowl, it was simply nauseating!

Finally, Mao Yong'an erupted!

"Granny, how did you know I was hungry!"

As if he had just returned home from school and was told there would be a feast tonight, Mao Yong'an spoke joyfully.

"Silly child."

The old woman picked up the food bowl on the dining table, and went into the kitchen. After a moment of noise, she walked out carrying the bowl.

"Eat."

This time, no steam rose from the bowl. It just quietly sat on the table.

Mao Yong'an's body stiffly shifted and he sat down on the chair. Looking at the old woman, he forcefully squeezed out an ugly smile while his gaze fell upon the bowl's contents.

Next, his pupils suddenly contracted!

Inside the bowl, lay half of a fruit.

It was precisely the one produced by the ancient tree in the ancient domain!

He looked at the old woman in disbelief.

"Eat."

The old woman's voice was as brief as always. She just quietly watched him with a benevolent smile.

Mao Yong'an tentatively took out the fruit and brought it to his mouth. Seeing that the old woman made no move to stop him, he hurriedly swallowed it down.

A torrential bloody aura surged within his body.

But...

Cultivating the Dao without nurturing the body!

His frail body was assaulted by this energy and was on the verge of exploding in an instant.

The old woman smiled as she gently pressed her finger to Mao Yong'an's brow. The energy within him suddenly contracted and gathered in the depths of his brain, ceaselessly tempering his mental strength.

Mao Yong'an also fell into a deep sleep.

The old woman stood up, tidied away the scissors, picked up the bowl, and looked somewhat reluctantly at the rocking chair by the window. She sighed lightly, pushed open the door and left.

Walking with slow steps, the old woman knocked on Wang Ye's door, then placed half the fruit by Wang Ye's doorway. She walked towards the distance in the empty corridor.

With each step, her figure grew more illusory until it completely faded away.

Wang Ye opened the door cautiously and found no one outside. His gaze then fell upon the half fruit on the ground!

Hesitating, he picked up the fruit and continuously swept his surroundings. Finding no one, Wang Ye closed the door and returned to sit on the sofa.

This fruit...

Other than himself, only the old woman had it.

But why would the old woman deliver half of it to him?

Was she a human or a ghost?

Wang Ye was filled with puzzlement for the time being.

His curiosity towards this old woman was approaching the same level as the old man in the suburbs' cemetery.

The bloody aura within the fruit slowly dissipated through the open cross section.

This was forcing him to eat it now.

Hopefully Xiao Si wouldn't suddenly turn on him. After checking Xiao Si's condition again, Wang Ye put the fruit in his mouth.

A torrential bloody aura surged in.

Wang Ye fully focused on controlling the aura as it ceaselessly circulated through his body's meridians.

With some experience now, perhaps because it was half a fruit, Wang Ye didn't lose consciousness this time. However, it still consumed all of his mental strength and his muscles continuously trembled slightly.

The aura emitted from his body was also increasingly condensed.

At this time...

Xiao Si, who was silently standing in the corner, suddenly arduously twisted her head. Her empty gaze looking at Wang Ye.

Finally, she walked towards Wang Ye with somewhat stiff footsteps.

The spirit money pasted all over her emitted faint undulations of energy, hindering Xiao Si's movements.

But... the effect wasn't very obvious.

Eventually, Xiao Si stood in front of Wang Ye and slowly raised her palm towards his head.

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