The food was ready, and a group of people happily ate the birthday meal that belonged to the spirit.
The boy moved a chair from the living room. He looked at the small wooden bowl and asked uncertainly, "Um... do you want to move an extra chair?"
Grandpa Wenling pretended not to hear, and the others didn't understand. Only the uncle in the wheelchair looked at them again, nodded and said, "Take more."
"OK."
The boy looked at them hesitantly, clapped his hands, and returned to the living room.
The food is put on the table and people are seated.
Everyone sat around the round table, leaving only one empty seat.
The boy raised his chopsticks enthusiastically, but was pushed down by Aunt Zhizhi.
"Why are you so anxious? Let Mr. Qi say a few words first."
Grandpa Wenling put down his rolled-up sleeves and patiently adjusted his collar.
"Everyone is seated..."
The uncle looked at them again.
The fool was about to open his mouth to say something, but Wen Ling walked towards the dining table and sat down on the chair in silence.
She looked down at the wooden bowl.
"Now that we are all seated," Grandpa Wenling smiled in relief and continued, "Let's get started."
"Let's eat!"
Following the boy's cheers, the people at the table began to enjoy their meals. Only Wen Ling sat motionless, staring at her grandfather who was sitting directly opposite her.
Grandpa Wenling smiled kindly, as if he didn't notice Wenling at all.
Wen Ling's eye circles gradually turned red.
grandfather.
Do you know I'm here?
Do you think you can see me or not?
The meal was peaceful and warm. Xiaolan was a little greedy when she saw how delicious they were eating. She turned around and saw that, sure enough, Fool and Luo Jiutian were also swallowing their saliva.
Until the boy put down his chopsticks, held his stomach and let out a loud burp. Amidst the laughter of Zhizhi and the girl, the meal ended.
After the meal, they did not move. Instead, they sat on their seats and looked at Grandpa Wenling quietly.
The smiles disappeared from their faces.
Grandpa Wenling said softly, "Tomorrow is the day to fight back..."
tomorrow!
Xiaolan was startled and quickly looked at the calendar just now.
Sure enough, they should still be in the mountains at this time.
It turns out that Wen Ling... spent her birthday in a coma.
After listening to Grandpa Wenling's words, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became dull.
The girl trembled slightly, Zhizhi grabbed her little hand and patted the back of her hand.
"Don't be afraid."
"I'm not afraid," the girl took a deep breath and said with a stiff smile. "After returning the eye, my parents and sister will be safe."
The boy blinked hard and tried to swallow the tears in his eyes.
"For me...it doesn't matter," the uncle smiled lightly. "According to my mother-in-law's life expectancy, I should have died long ago. This ritual of returning an eye has allowed me to live for a few more weeks."
"Isn't it the same for me?" My mother-in-law poured herself a cup of tea and asked Grandpa Ling sideways, "On this table, he is the only one who deserves to die."
Grandpa Wenling consciously handed over his cup, "What's the point of living longer with my bones? It's a very good deal to exchange for my Sanyan's peace for a hundred years."
"That's right... that's right," the mother-in-law looked far away, "No matter who threatens us this time, they will be gone after a hundred years..."
"How annoying!" the boy muttered angrily, "Who is thinking about us again?"
"Does grandpa know?" the girl asked.
Grandpa Wen Ling said nothing, only frowned tightly.
"I thought everyone else knew that the prophetic eye is only useful for Sanyan people," Zhizhi said dullly, "We have been in peace for so long, how come there are still people who don't know this?"
"No one else can use our eyes?" The girl was a little surprised.
"Yes," Zhizhi gently stroked the girl's hair on her forehead, "otherwise, how could we, Sanyan, have lived a stable life for so long?"
This is similar to what Luo Jiutian told them.
Once the prophetic eye leaves Sanyan, it will no longer have any effect.
"Then why do they want to hurt us?" The boy became even more angry, "We are of no use to them!"
"Not necessarily..."
Grandpa Wen Ling suddenly sighed.
A circle of people looked at him.
Even the mother-in-law was a little shocked, "What do you mean? Could it be that this person..."
"Among the people this time," Grandpa Wenling hesitated in every possible way, but still said it, "it seems that we, Sanyan, are among us."
Everyone present, including real people and imaginary people, all wore the same mask of shock.
Wen Ling also widened his eyes.
Among that group of people... there was actually Sanyan?
But doesn’t Sanyan live in settlements? Are those people all Sanyan?
No, you shouldn't think so. After all, Wen Ling was picked up by them when he was wandering outside alone.
"Sanyan?!" Zhizhi stood up with a bang, "Is one of our own trying to harm one of our own?"
"I...I can't see clearly either," Grandpa Wenling's eyes became confused, "Oh, I'm old."
"Are...are they from the village?..." the girl asked tremblingly.
"No," Grandpa Wenling said decisively, "Although I can't see clearly, I know that it is definitely not the third generation of our branch."
"That's the one on the west side..."
"The strange thing is that it doesn't seem to be that one." Grandpa Wenling rarely showed a confused expression. "That's why I feel puzzled. I see that the power that threatens us comes from ourselves, but it is also a little far away from us. Far……"
"It turns out there are quite a few San Yan left," Qin Yin turned to ask Luo Jiutian, "I thought we were the only ones with Wen Ling and the others."
"It's not several branches," Luo Jiutian said. "As far as I know, there should be only two. Apart from them, there is probably only the one to the west that they mentioned. But since Grandpa Wenling said there are others... …Then I don’t know, are there other three Yans?”
Judging from the look in Wen Ling's eyes, she didn't know this either.
Xiaolan even suspected that she didn't even understand what the west branch was.
"Damn," the boy sat back in his chair, "I really want to know who is trying to hurt us."
"They can't let us see it," the girl said. "If we do, they can't win."
"Annoying..." The boy also understood this and hammered the table hatefully.
"That's all, those are not things we have to consider anymore," Grandpa Wenling waved his hand to stop the burning of anger, "Tonight, there will be a mountain rain in Luliang. At noon tomorrow, I will find a way to prevent it. The group has been together for a while, and tomorrow at this time will be the time to return the favor.”
