After Li Sanjiang finished shouting, he realized that behind Run Sheng, Zhuangzhuang, and Yin Meng, there was a stranger. This lad was quite fair-skinned and had a shy, introverted demeanor, clearly someone suited for grinding corn. "Hey, not bad, looks like we picked up a new mule." Lin Shuyou held a saltwater duck in his hand, which he had specially helped to carry when getting off the car. Earlier, he was too worried about whether Brother Xiao Yuan and the others would take him along, completely forgetting to buy a gift. If I had known earlier, when passing through Shinan Town, I should have asked Brother Bin to stop the car so I could buy some milk or cookies. His hometown valued etiquette highly; if the grandfather and masters found out he showed up empty-handed, they’d spit three layers of saliva onto his face. Li Sanjiang warmly invited everyone inside, and Li Zhiyuan got off Grandmaster, holding Grandmaster’s hand and walking at the front. "Zhuangzhuang, did you drive back?" "Yeah, I got my license, Meng Meng did too." "Great, when you graduate from college and plan to buy a car, Mr. Li will give you a gift." "Hahaha, definitely, even if you don’t, I’ll shamelessly ask for one." "You rascal, your family’s well-off, at most, I’ll give you a car wheel." "Without your wheel, this car won’t work." Li Sanjiang instinctively thought that the yellow pickup was borrowed or rented by the kids. Nowadays, a motorcycle with two wheels is a rare item at home, and taking it for a spin around the village or town counts as highly trendy. As for four wheels, most families in the village wouldn’t even dream of having a car parked at home in the future. "Is this lad your classmate?" "Right, classmate." Tan Wenbin nudged Lin Shuyou. Lin Shuyou: "Mr. Li, my name is Lin Shuyou." "This accent, from the south?" "Yes, I’m from Fujian." "Okay, nice, you look quite proper, and your bone structure is good." Once on the dam, Li Zhiyuan’s expression turned serious instantly. Behind him, Lin Shuyou stopped as soon as he stepped onto the dam’s steps, his vertical pupils activating. Li Sanjiang: "Huh, why does this lad have a bit of a squint?" Run Sheng quickly rushed in front of Li Zhiyuan, simultaneously pulling out the Yellow River Shovel from his bag, giving it a forceful flick. The newly crafted Yellow River Shovel spread wide instantly, held in front of him. Yin Meng drew out a new Demon Exorcism Whip from his waist, its multicolored hues indicating seven types of poison. Yin Meng held up the whip, standing diagonally from Li Zhiyuan. Tan Wenbin took several big leaps, spun mid-air, and landed behind Xiao Yuan, facing away. Lin Shuyou, with his vertical pupils open, laid his left hand flat and clenched his right fist, bending his legs and readying for a ritual. Li Sanjiang, meanwhile, ended up on the outer edge, somewhat puzzled: "What’s going on here?" Li Zhiyuan’s expression returned to normal. Places with evil spirits usually don’t have good feng shui. Li Zhiyuan learned to read feng shui from books on the second floor of Grandmaster’s house, so naturally, he was quite familiar with Grandmaster’s feng shui layout. Presently, the place’s feng shui was clearly problematic, but the issue wasn’t significant; the difference was like a spacious, bright farmhouse turning into a gloomy old hospital ward. Those sensitive to such matters could perceive some anomalies. However, when it comes to how much it affects a person’s health and fortune, it isn’t much. Especially for Grandmaster, his luck had long been freed from the ordinary environmental impact, and he could even change the surrounding environment. Moreover, the sense of discomfort was gradually fading, indicating there used to be something dirty here, but that dirty thing was no longer present. Li Zhiyuan raised his hand, signaling to lift the alert, and said to Li Sanjiang: "Grandmaster, we plan to take a photo, Brother Binbin brought a camera back." Ever since the last time he expanded the stone stele from Zhengmen Village, Tan Wenbin had been considering getting a camera. Recently, he was invited by Lu An’an and Liu Tao, seniors from the Face Reading Society, to attend a multi-school Face Reading Society exchange. He thought he’d learn something and broaden his horizons, but it was full of bureaucracy. The organizer’s speech made him sleepy and bored, but before the conference ended, there was a lottery drawing session. The first prize was a camera, and he got lucky, winning it. He was quite happy, feeling like the trip wasn’t in vain. Now, seeing Brother Xiao Yuan had canceled the alert, he immediately took out the camera and raised it: "Alright, come, let’s take a photo. Everyone strike a pose, here, look at me, make a peace sign, yeah!" The first photo was taken; Tan Wenbin wasn’t in it, Yin Meng and Run Sheng stood by Xiao Yuan, with one squint-eye beside them. In the second photo, Tan Wenbin asked Li Sanjiang to help press the shutter while he returned to his position. Lin Shuyou, having deactivated his vertical pupils, couldn’t find his place at first, but Tan Wenbin gestured him to crouch at the front. After the two photos were taken, the people inside heard the commotion and came out. The first to emerge from the kitchen was Cui Guiying wearing an apron, her hands wiping on it, as she joyfully called out: "Little Yuanhou, my grandson!" Cui Guiying hugged Li Zhiyuan closely, carefully looking him over. "Little Yuanhou and the others are back, right?" From the path came the voice of Li Weihan, pushing a small cart with two jars of wine on it. "Ah, Little Yuanhou, haha!" Watching Li Weihan take down the wine jars got Li Sanjiang frustrated, unable to resist cursing: "All because of that Shan Pao, choosing this moment to brag!"