Chapter 817

"In front of the door, under the bridge, a flock of ducks swam by. Come and count, two, four, six, seven, eight …"

This nursery rhyme was playing on the TV in the living room.

In the morning, Monk, who had just gotten up and was about to wash up, was stunned when he heard the song. What happened last night was still vivid in his mind, especially the pair of wet footprints. In fact, it was not only a blow to Su Bai, but also a huge blow to himself and Lord Zeng. After all, he and Lord Zeng were also residents of this house. In the past, they were proud of this "Peach Blossom Spring" as a shelter where they could feel at ease. But now, this house had been destroyed for the second time.

Monk looked at the living room worriedly, only to find that Su Bai was sitting on the sofa, eating toast with fried eggs and drinking milk. His phone was placed beside him as he watched some video.

"Morning," said Monk.

"Morning." Su Bai waved his hand without raising his head, but his finger pointed to the kitchen. "Breakfast is ready in the kitchen."

"Mmm." Monk was a little surprised by Su Bai's reaction at this time. It was like he was a different person from the hysteria last night.

When Monk finished washing up and came out, Su Bai had already finished his breakfast. He was not in the living room, but lying on the rattan chair in the yard. Basking in the rising sun in the early morning, he did not need to rush to work like the rest of the people. It was undoubtedly a very pleasant thing to do.

When Gyatso came out, he saw Su Bai sunbathing outside and threw a glance at Monk who was sitting on the sofa eating breakfast.

Monk shook his head, indicating that he was also not sure.

In just one night, Su Bai really became like a normal person, but it seemed that there was nothing that couldn't happen to Su Bai. Monk and Lord Zeng were a little surprised, but not really unbelievable. After all, Su Bai's ability to withstand pressure and self-control was sometimes really abnormal.

On the rattan chair, Su Bai closed his eyes and breathed in the fragrance of the morning. Beside his rattan chair was the vine. The vine seemed to have a life of its own as it swayed with the breeze.

The morning was beautiful. Life was also beautiful. Life seemed to be beautiful.

"Monk, I need a pot of tea." Su Bai shouted while lying on the rattan chair.

After a while, Monk came out with a teapot and teacups.

Su Bai took the teacup and held it in his hand.

"Are you planning to bask here today?" asked Monk.

"Both of you are at a critical moment. Go and do what you need to do. Advancing to the Advanced Listener level is like giving birth. You have to work harder as you progress." Su Bai was now a senior listener and could be said to be ahead of Monk and Lord Zeng, so he was indeed qualified to give them some advice.

"This Penniless Monk will be heading out later. There was originally a Buddhist exchange group from the West coming over today, but something seems to have changed."

"What's the matter?" Su Bai knew that the monk had been participating in such activities recently.

"This is the list of the other party; take a look." The monk handed a red booklet to him.

"Lucifer?" Su Bai glanced at it. The first name was the leader of the exchange group. The leader's name was the most attractive one.

“Lucifer？” Su Bai laughed. "Is it because you monks from the Central Plains don't know English or something else? Isn't Lucifer the name of the Devil King?"

"Poor Monk, we'll see. Maybe it's just a misunderstanding."

"Go early and come back early to make dinner." Su Bai held the teacup and gave it to the monk.

After the monk left, Lord Zeng walked out in a set of bright clothes. There were many metal rings on the clothes, which clanked when he walked.

"Da Bai, do you like this?" Lord Zeng turned around in front of Su Bai.

Su Bai reached out to cover his eyes and pretended not to see it.

Lord Zeng glanced at Su Bai and said with pity, "Summer insects cannot talk about ice."

Then, Lord Zeng left the house in high spirits.

Looking at his "graceful" and flashy appearance, it was hard to associate him with the shirtless man who carried a chopper and killed people for the first time two to three years ago.

Time was a butcher's knife. Man and time were always in a state of relative motion. Time would change people, but people could not do anything about time. From this point of view, it seemed a little unfair.

Su Bai laid on the rattan chair for more than an hour. The sun was slowly rising. It rained last night, but the weather today was exceptionally sunny. Under the sunlight, there was a hint of heat amidst the warmth.

Ji Xiang, who was wrapped in white bandages, slowly walked out. Monk's bandaging skills were very good and did not affect Ji Xiang's movements. However, looking at Ji Xiang, even if it deliberately raised its head high, it could only create the effect of an emoticon. It was difficult to create the cold and aloof image it once had.

Of course, it had lost its memory and was no longer the Ji Xiang of the past.

Monk had said that whether its memory could be restored depended on whether its soul could be restored.

Su Bai got off the rattan chair and picked Ji Xiang up. Ji Xiang instinctively resisted being hugged by humans. Whether it had lost its memory or not, it seemed to hate being a human's pet. However, at this moment, it really could not challenge Su Bai. Su Bai held it in his arms and held its paws with both hands, gently swinging it up and down.

"You're recovering well." Su Bai said while playing with Ji Xiang. Last night, someone came, but did not take Ji Xiang away or kill it, nor did they attack the three people in the house.

Actually, Su Bai was clear about the rule that the man and woman could not attack the audience. Monk had also told Gyatso last night that the man and woman were indeed terrifying, but they could not kill him, otherwise, the broadcast would discover them.

Right now, this feeling was quite strange. The broadcast had tortured him thousands of times, but now, for Su Bai, the only thing he could rely on was the broadcast. If there was no broadcast to suppress the man and woman as a sharp sword hanging above their heads, there might not even be a need for his existence.

Su Bai checked again and found that Ji Xiang's recovery was better than previously estimated. The fur on its body had recovered quite well, probably due to the snake gallbladder and the medicine used by the two monks. However, Ji Xiang's real body and soul had not recovered much. They just maintained a state that did not continue to deteriorate.

In other words, Ji Xiang had only recovered a cat's body, and right now, it was actually just an ordinary cat. In the research institute, Ji Xiang could still fight against ordinary monsters, but after its blood was sucked by the triangular eyes, Ji Xiang's remaining strength had also been sucked away.

A black cat, a cold and aloof black cat, a proud cat that could not resist its master's teasing.

Ji Xiang was still struggling. It seemed like it really did not like being hugged by an adult male, and he even held its paw and made the gesture of a lucky cat. Although it did not know what a lucky cat was, it instinctively felt that it should not do such a stupid gesture.

But soon, Ji Xiang stopped struggling, because it felt that the man hugging it was slightly twitching, and his hands were also trembling.

This cat is the one being teased, I should resist and cry, you are using force against this cat, why do I feel like the one being raped is you!

But for some reason, Ji Xiang did not struggle anymore. It seemed to sigh and obediently lay in Su Bai's embrace.

Su Bai raised his head and took a deep breath.

He picked Ji Xiang up and placed it on the coffee table beside the rattan chair. Ji Xiang lay there and looked at Su Bai.

Su Bai placed a photo in front of Ji Xiang,

"Do you know him?"

Su Bai pointed at the little guy in the photo and asked.

Ji Xiang was silent, then lowered its head and pressed its paws against its head. It was a little struggling, a little wronged, and a little baffled.

"Be good."

Seeing Ji Xiang like this, Su Bai could not bear to continue asking. It had no memory of him, but it had feelings for him. Previously, in the research institute, it had proven this point, so Ji Xiang must also have feelings for the little guy, but it could not remember anything. Continuing to show it photos of the little guy was just a kind of torture for it.

"Come, I'll take you home, I'll take you to Ruyi!"

Now, it seemed that there was only one place left that could help Ji Xiang recover. There was Ruyi, Ji Xiang's childhood companion, and the fat man in the coffin, and that man was not on good terms with Su Yuhang.

Now, Su Bai suddenly thought, if he had not come out of the Land of Proving the Way at that time and had continued to be locked in the Land of Proving the Way, would the little guy have been taken away? Would Ji Xiang have become like this?

Perhaps, the little guy might have lost his father for a long time, but the reason why the man and woman attacked the little guy and Ji Xiang was most likely because of him. If he was in a place where they could not come into contact with him, then they would not attack anyone else.

Su Bai took out his phone to book a plane ticket, but at this time, Ji Xiang jumped off the coffee table and ran into the living room.

Su Bai did not care about it and let it play. However, when he was buying the plane ticket, Su Bai found that he had no money in his card, so he could only call Chu Zhao and ask him to transfer twenty thousand to him first.

Money in the real world really did not mean much to the audience, so Chu Zhao quickly transferred the money over.

After Su Bai booked the plane ticket, he turned around and found Ji Xiang standing on the carpet in the living room, biting a bag of fresh milk in its mouth, but it was a little confused. It did not seem to know why it was biting the bag of fresh milk, and it did not even know who it should give it to, but it was clear that it did not like to drink this thing, and it was definitely not for itself.

Su Bai looked at the wall clock in the living room. It was ten o 'clock in the morning.

In the past, this was the time when the little guy woke up to drink milk.