ding eyes.But I don't have any talismans or magic weapons on hand! Looks like from now on, I'll need to carry a life-saving companion with me at all times.Hmm Lucky guyI looked at the faint glow eman...Could it be that Your Majesty is displeased

I wouldn't dare say he would be jealous, I might be the one who gets jealous. He, a celestial being of such high status, it's already remarkable that he would even consider human emotions. These tangled emotional knots are almost nonexistent to him.

Could it be that because I said a few times that Lin Yanhuan wasn't a big deal, and I still seemed anxious, he thought I was disobedient again

"That... I'm not disobeying you, it's just that a mortal body can't withstand this much torment for so long. I'm afraid if they lie down too long, Lin Yanhuan and Chenyan's bodies will suffer. Although they are well cared for, after all, they sleep for a day, the pressure increases by one point, so it's more anxious."

"Hmm." Jiang Qiyun raised his hand and brushed my hair.

"How's the Underworld renovation coming along" I asked in a low voice.

"These matters will be handled by the minor deities down below, you and I don't have to worry about them... Lately, I have more free time, so I can spend more time with you." Jiang Qiyun walked to the other side of the small room, where Yu Gui and You Nan were sleeping on the small bed.

He lowered his gaze and looked at them. The two little ones were very well-behaved in front of him, never giving him any trouble when it was time for bed.

It's possible that because they were always running around, busy and anxious during their time in Gui and Younan, they almost lost their souls. This made me worry about these two children, fearing that I might lose them.

And the youngest child, Lan Xi, seems calm and unassuming. His personality is a bit carefree, which actually makes me feel more at ease.

It is said that the emperor loves his eldest son, and the common people love the youngest son.

Jiang Qiyun had much stricter demands for You Nan, his eldest son, while he held a helpless fondness for Lan Xi — seemingly satisfied as long as she didn't cause trouble.

"What if... I take the kids back to our hometown together If you're free, we can go together and have a fall outing." I suggested.

Jiang Qiyun slightly frowned, obviously unwilling to use the lotus incarnation.

"You see, right now I don't know who's watching me, and that mysterious person even thinks we only have women and children, he's not willing to come in and talk..." I muttered.

That person was really strange. Old Man Chen's analysis made a lot of sense—we are a shop, even though it is also our home, but since the door is open for business, he actually turned around and left just because he saw only women and children at home.

It's true, you're being very polite. Nowadays people flirt casually, it's rare to see someone so respectful.

“I’ll have the local city god investigate this. Your home often has nocturnal spirits passing through, and it seems peaceful enough. However…” Jiang Qiyun frowned slightly, “If I were to go myself, there’s a risk of missing something… So it’s best to restrict your family from going outside as much as possible.”

I nodded, preparing to tidy up and go to sleep. I'd wait for my brother to return, and then we'd head back home together to ask our great-grandfather about borrowing the Town Soul Tower...

Lala, dondon!

Suddenly, there was a sound of something falling downstairs. I opened the door to take a look, and the Glutton from the attic also poked his head out.

"Master Uncle, is that you" he asked.

I shook my head, the sound seemed to be coming from the second floor.

The second floor is where my dad and my brother's family live. My brother isn't home, Yanqin and the child aren't there either, if such a sound is coming from upstairs, it must be my dad.

This "old geezer" has been acting like a detached ruler ever since the sinister energy invaded his core, appearing indifferent to worldly affairs and living a reclusive life.

He rarely asked about my brother and me running around outside, only looking at the shop and helping with the children at home, living a retired life in advance.

He's actually only in his forties, not yet fifty.

He lost his beloved in his thirties, and people always say men aren't as devoted as women. All these years later, he remains emotionally numb, with no ripples of passion or love in his heart.

Of course, this is also related to his distraction.

He used to work hard to support his family. With a half-grown child by his side, he played both the role of father and mother.

Now that the little boy has grown up, he has become a man who can support his family. His attention has shifted to playing games.

I thought Dad was playing games and got angry by his teammates again, so I walked to his room door and knocked. There was no response inside, and I was a little confused, so I twisted the doorknob——

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The room was somewhat messy—though it's rare for a man's room to be completely tidy, he seemed to be rummaging through things.

I walked into the room and saw him rummaging through the closet. Several winter bed comforters were pulled out, and he was still digging around.

We've lived in this house for many years. It's not a minimalist style, but rather a cozy atmosphere. My dad and brother's closets are an entire wall. Right now, my dad has all of the closet doors open, buried up to his chest inside looking for something.

He flung things out, some wooden boxes and chests, which he tossed onto the ground at random, making a great racket.

"...Dad, what are you...doing" I asked, stunned.

As soon as he heard my voice, he peered out from behind the closet door: "Little Qiao, why didn't you knock A grown woman should know to avoid her father."

I rolled my eyes at that. When I was cleaning the floor, you were playing games shirtless and didn't say anything about moving out of the way.

"What sneaky things are you doing You're making so much noise, don't wake up the old lady and grandma while they're resting." I asked as I walked in.

Dad scratched his head and said, "I'm looking for Mom's things. It's been years since I last went through them, and I'm starting to get a little anxious about not finding some."

"What is it First, take everything out of the closet. When we find it, I'll help you tidy up." As soon as I heard something related to "Mom," I immediately volunteered to help.

Who knew dad wouldn't buy it, he waved his hand and said: "No need for your help, just go upstairs and watch the kids... Your husband is here, I don't need your help."

I refused to give up and continued, "You say that now, but you'll come crawling back to me for help cleaning up. There are only old people and young children in this house – who else can you ask Why don't you let me help you tidy up while you look around We might find it quickly that way and save time."

“Alright…” Dad scratched his head.

"So, what are you looking for" I felt a thrill of excitement. I rarely saw my mom's things around the house; she was a hazy yet tangible presence in my mind.

After her passing, there was no grave, no memorial tablet, and not even a designated death anniversary.

To my father, it seems to make no difference whether she lives or dies.

Perhaps the pain is buried deep, or perhaps we fail to comprehend the enlightenment that comes after such utter devastation.

"I remember putting it here..." Dad pulled out the miniature safe inside the wardrobe, he didn't even know how long this safe had been unused. He hugged the safe and racked his brain for hours trying to remember the password.

I finally opened it, thinking there would be some of Mom's jewelry, cash or bankbooks inside.

...a bunch of pink paper.

"This...how did you mess up the money like this" I asked in bewilderment.

As soon as the small safe was opened, its contents tumbled out in a flurry.

The inner layers were stacked on top of each other, the top layer neatly arranged while the bottom one was all jumbled up. Many pink papers fell out when it moved.

"What money This is a talisman!" Dad said, frowning.miting up the five organs and six bowels, but rather a desperate frenzy, frantically clawing at their own throats to induce vomiting!The atmosphere in the washroom grew colder and colder. I pulled out...