Little Yu stood frozen in place, shocked—at this moment still somewhat stunned inside and out!

How could the perfectly fine Monkey King suddenly die?

Seeing him like this, Wei Yi pouted his arrogant little mouth and kicked him while he was down: “Dead. The Monkey King is dead. They’re all dead, every single one of them.”

Clearly teasing and deliberately provoking.

After speaking, he even let out a sinister laugh, glanced at him while clutching the buns in his hands, and bounced off to find Ji Yunshu.

Just as he stepped out of the kitchen courtyard gate, Wei Yi caught a whiff of a foul stench. He couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose.

He saw a raggedly dressed, disheveled, hunched old person carrying two baskets of salted fish on a shoulder pole, struggling to walk over.

Wei Yi’s compassion overflowed. He tucked the buns into his shirt and hurried forward to help.

“Old grandpa, let me help you!”

The old person coughed twice and lightly scolded: “You’re the old one.”

Hm?

That voice was completely strong and vigorous!

Wei Yi froze for a moment, his hands that were reaching out to help suspended in mid-air.

Neither reaching forward!

Nor withdrawing!

Until—

The old person set down the salted fish, lifted that face buried beneath the hair, and glanced at Wei Yi.

An exclamation.

Wei Yi’s eyes widened, his expression like a sloth’s, slowly revealing an incredibly excited smile.

“Mo…”

Before he could call out, he was interrupted by Muruo.

“Young master, though this old one is advanced in years, my strength is not small. There’s no need for your help.”

“You are…”

“I see the young master has an excellent countenance—you’re a child of good fortune.”

Wei Yi was confused!

Could it be he had recognized the wrong person?

Wei Yi was bewildered.

At this moment, Little Yu recovered from the sorrowful reality of the Monkey King’s death and hurried after him with quick steps.

He glanced at Muruo and covered his mouth in disgust: “Who are you? Delivering vegetables? How come I’ve never seen you before? And why do you stink so much?”

“Sir, I’ve come to deliver salted fish, so naturally I have a smell about me. Old Zhang who used to deliver vegetables fell ill, so I’m substituting for him.”

“Oh.” Little Yu waved his hand dismissively: “Alright, alright, hurry up and put the salted fish inside.”

“Yes!”

Muruo complied!

Little Yu then pulled Wei Yi to leave, but unexpectedly, just as he turned around, he took a strike to the back of his neck.

He immediately passed out.

Lying on the ground like a salted fish!

Muruo immediately straightened up and loosened his muscles and bones.

Wei Yi’s eyes lit up as he said excitedly: “Brother Muruo, it really is you! How did you get here? Did you come to take Shu’er and me back?”

“…”

“This place is terrible. They’re as awful as you, forcing me to drink wine, and they even injured Shu’er. We…”

“Shut up!”

Muruo barked!

“Keep your voice down, don’t let anyone discover us.”

“Oh.”

He closed his mouth, aggrieved.

Muruo cautiously glanced toward the kitchen. Fortunately, no one had noticed this side.

He then pointed at Little Yu on the ground and ordered Wei Yi: “Quick, carry him up and come with me.”

With that, he headed toward a small storage shed nearby.

Wei Yi didn’t ask questions. He nimbly dragged Little Yu’s heavy body and followed inside.

The door was closed!

Wei Yi couldn’t help but ask: “Brother Muruo, why do you stink so much?”

Wrinkling his nose.

“Never mind that. How are you?” Muruo asked.

“I’m fine.”

“And Master Ji?”

“She’s assembling bamboo slips.”

“Bamboo slips?” Muruo was puzzled but didn’t inquire further: “You take me to her first. This person will wake up soon, and I can’t stay long, or I’ll be discovered.”

“Mm, I’ll take you to find Shu’er. Shu’er will definitely be happy to see you, and Shu’er must be hungry.”

His mind was still on those two buns tucked in his shirt.

Muruo said nothing more and began removing his clothes one by one, tossing them aside.

Seeing this, Wei Yi quickly closed his eyes and turned away.

“Brother Muruo, Shu’er told me that men and women are different. You can’t undress in front of me.”

Pfft—

A mouthful of blood!

You’re a man yourself!

Muruo had no choice but to roll his eyes at him fiercely.

“What on earth is going on in that head of yours?” As he spoke, he pointed at the unconscious Little Yu: “Hurry up and take his clothes off.”

“Huh?”

“What ‘huh’? Hurry up and strip him.”

“Oh.”

Wei Yi had no choice but to reluctantly squat down, using his disgusted orchid fingers, bewilderedly removing Little Yu’s clothes and tossing them to Muruo.

After Muruo changed, he tidied up his originally disheveled hair, pulled off the fake beard on his mouth, and smeared some black on his face.

He really did look like a bandit!

After the two finished their preparations, they avoided the people in the kitchen and went to find Ji Yunshu.

In the storage room, only Little Yu remained, lying naked on the ground.

At this time—

Based on the size and structure of the bone fragments on the skeleton, Ji Yunshu had simply drawn out the deceased’s mandible and forehead.

But it still needed refinement.

Whether she could accurately restore it, she had no complete confidence.

Five days was impossible!

She was pondering in her mind—

“Shu’er.”

Wei Yi bounced in.

Muruo kept his head lowered, following behind.

“Where did you go?” Ji Yunshu asked.

“I went to find you buns.” Wei Yi pulled the buns from inside his shirt and handed them over.

“You eat them yourself.”

She pushed them back, her eyes noticing the person who had come in with Wei Yi.

She looked for a few seconds, then suddenly her eyes widened slightly.

Muruo!

Her palms tightened as she calmly said to the two bandits in the room: “You two, go heat up some water and bring it in. I’ll need it later, and it must be a large bucket.”

“Will a small bucket do?”

“No.”

“Half a bucket?”

“No. If something goes wrong, your head chieftain will definitely hold you accountable.”

The two looked at each other and could only shrug their shoulders and prepare to go. But when one of them had only taken a few steps, he squinted and scrutinized Muruo.

Something felt wrong!

“Wasn’t it Brother Little Yu who went out with that fool just now? Who are you?”

Muruo put on the typical bandit’s insolent manner and replied: “Brother Little Yu has a stomachache and went to the privy. He told me to bring this kid back and watch him carefully.”

“Then why haven’t I seen you before?”

“I’m new.”

The man looked him over a few times. Thinking about it, new people coming and going was common enough, and besides, they were inside the stronghold—nothing could go wrong.

He called to the other person and went out to heat water.

But there were still two people guarding outside, holding two large sabers like sentinel guards.

Ji Yunshu deliberately raised her voice and said to Muruo: “Come over here and help me organize these things.”

“Alright.”

Muruo responded.

He moved over to her side and began halfheartedly tidying up the things on the table.

While lowering his voice, he said: “It seems our worries were excessive. Looking at those two, they follow your every command.”

Ji Yunshu directly skipped over this question.

“How did you get in?”

“Disguised as a salted fish vendor.”