Thinking of this, Yue Xilou clutched his chest, nodded with a face full of determination!

It must be this way. He must have been scared by that shocking statement from Borjigin Nian, that crazy girl. Otherwise, why would his face be hot and his heart out of rhythm?

This is clearly a sign of being startled!

That’s right, it must be!

More and more convinced of his thoughts, Yue Xilou turned his head, glanced in the direction he had been, and only when he saw that Borjigin Nian hadn’t followed did he let out a long sigh of relief. His face became solemn again as he looked up at the boundless night sky and the bright moon hanging high. He murmured softly, "If that girl and that boy Zhou Mu can really come back... I, the Tower Master, am willing to agree to your..."

To agree to you?

Agree to who?

Agree to what?

Yue Xilou didn’t say it out loud...

Maybe only the moon can understand his heart!

As the sun and moon turned, a few more days passed. During this time, the City Lord’s Mansion gates were tightly closed, heavily guarded, becoming like a small world unto itself, keeping all the noise of the outside world away!

Yue Xilou’s restriction order successfully blocked the Dark Night Army from visiting the guest rooms where Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu were staying.

Without Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu, throughout Linyuan City, the only ones who could command the Dark Night Army were Yue Xilou and Borjigin Nian. Of course, there was also the little steamed bun kid, who, being tied up, couldn’t issue any orders as he was alternately fed by Xiao Cui, Han Qiu, and the beautiful Shuang Jiang...

As for the Little Monk Bu Jie, his identity around Gu Changsheng was always very subtle, almost like a small invisible presence. Apart from meditating, chanting, and eating meat, he rarely concerned himself with other matters, and even with Gu Changsheng and Zhou Mu now in a half-alive, half-dead state, he remained unchanged...

He continued his morning chanting and evening meditation as usual...

Everything seemed normal yet not normal...

Inside the City Lord’s Mansion, everything was peaceful, but whether it was peaceful outside the mansion, who knew? In any case, right now, no one was in the mood to pay attention to external matters!

On this day, the little steamed bun, who had been tied up like a bundle and never released, looked at Shuang Jiang as she crouched in front of him, feeding him. His little face was full of grievances...

Shuang Jiang lifted the spoon, and the little steamed bun sniffled as he opened his mouth...

"Aunt Shuang Jiang, just let me go, please. Look, it’s so hot now, and Master has me tied in the blanket. I’m getting heat rash all over! I haven’t bathed in several days, and I smell bad. My mother hates smelly people..." The little bun pouted, looking pitifully at Shuang Jiang as he spoke bashfully.

Holding the bowl and spoon, Shuang Jiang showed a hint of difficulty on her enchanting face upon hearing the little bun’s words...

Looking up at the little bun, she gave a helpless smile, radiating enchantment in an instant!

In these few days, she had heard these words from the little bun over a hundred times. Every time she fed him, he would tirelessly repeat and plead...

"Young Master, it’s not that your servant doesn’t want to save you, but Master Lou has already issued a death order. You can’t be let out to cause trouble!" Shuang Jiang’s voice, charming and soft, carried a seductive charm that, if heard by a virile man, might make his nose bleed in no time!

Ahem...

Fortunately, the little bun was still young, not yet a man, let alone virile?

So the little bun automatically ignored the charm of his Aunt Shuang Jiang, and upon hearing her words, he immediately spoke angrily, "Slander! I, Lion Tiger, am simply being slandered! I’m such a well-behaved child. If you let me out, how could I cause trouble? It’s as if I’m some great mischief-maker!"

Upon hearing this, Shuang Jiang raised her natural charming eyebrows slightly, her affectionate eyes giving the little bun a glance...

The meaning in that glance was so obvious...

"Young Master, you don’t need to stir up trouble; you are someone who can create waves without wind!"

This conclusion was drawn from the countless times of mischief and torment the little bun had inflicted since Shuang Jiang started serving him!

Her little Young Master, in front of the Southern Emperor, seemed gentle and harmless, but once out of his mother’s sight, he never stayed still for a moment, very mischievous!

The little bun, losing to Shuang Jiang’s knowing glance, pouted and gave up on pleading for rescue, continuing to eat!

His mother said, "People are made of iron and rice of steel; missing a meal makes you hungry." This meal had to be eaten, even if he was tied up like a dumpling!

After feeding the little bun, Shuang Jiang didn’t dare linger long. In truth, although the little bun was mischievous, seeing him tied up so small by her master, Shuang Jiang felt quite sorry for him in her heart!

Therefore, to prevent herself from softening upon seeing the little bun’s pitiful appearance, Shuang Jiang chose not to stay in his presence any longer than necessary!

Shuang Jiang came in a hurry and left in a hurry, only leaving behind the little bun, with his stomach round from eating, rolling boredly in front of his mother’s bed...

Forgive him, being tied up like this, he can only roll now!

"Mother, Peacock, Lion, and Tiger are really so bad, so bad. They’ve tied Yaoyao up for days, and Yaoyao can’t sleep well at all..."

"Mother, wait; once Yaoyao breaks free from this stupid blanket, I will come to rescue you and Uncle Wood!"

"Peacock, Lion, and Tiger are bad; when I get out, I will poison him into a toad, make him ugly, humph!"

"Mother, please wake up soon; if you don’t, Yaoyao will become a little zombie..."

"Mother, look, Yaoyao can still jump. Like this, I’ll hop, I’ll hop, I’ll hop again..."

"Bang!"

"Waaah!"

The bound little dumpling, playing zombie hopping in front of his mother’s window joyously...

But, joy turned into sorrow...

With an unstable hop, the little dumpling’s small head exposed outside the blanket headed towards Mother Earth...

In the next moment, the sound of hitting the ground was accompanied by the sound of the little dumpling’s loud crying...

"Waaah! It hurts so much, my head is going to explode! I’m going to die! Waaah..."

The wailing cry came from the little dumpling’s mouth, in fact, he had been entertaining himself like this for the past few days he was bound!

This time, he really bumped his head!

"Waaah! I’m going to die, I’m going to die! My head, it hurts so much..."

"Waaah..."

The little dumpling, deeply into his role, cried so hard but lying on the ground like a dumpling, he was just howling without any tears...

"My child..."

Just when the little dumpling cried with a sad and selfless heart, a hoarse whisper emerged from above his head...

"Waaah... Waa... Ca?"

As the little dumpling was crying happily, he suddenly heard another voice speaking in the room, immediately his heart skipped a beat, his entire body bound in the blanket, just a small head looking around hurriedly...

"Who? Who is talking?"

The response to the little dumpling was the usual silence...

"Godfather! Could it be that my little crow’s mouth spoke the truth? There’s a ghost! There’s a zombie! Waaah! Don’t eat me, my flesh doesn’t taste good, really doesn’t taste good, I have many bones, and I’m tough on the teeth..."

"My child..."

Just when the little dumpling was silently praying with his eyes closed, the gentle call on top of his head sounded again...

"Ca? It’s here again!" This time the little dumpling, regardless of fearing zombies, shook his little head eagerly and said, "I don’t listen, I don’t listen, I don’t listen! It can’t be my mother! I’ve heard it many times, gotten my hopes up many times, I don’t want to believe it anymore! I don’t know when my mother will wake up, don’t know if she will grab my neck when she does..."

Just as the little dumpling refused the illusory hearing by shaking his head, a clanging sound of chains came from the bed!

"My child! Stand up!"

Gu Changsheng’s voice, hoarse from a long coma.

"Ca? Why are the chains clanging? Could there really be a haunting? Zombie don’t bite me, I’m not trying to mimic you, it’s just that I can only mimic you..."

"Gu Yaoyao! You stand up!"

As the little dumpling shook his head muttering to himself, Gu Changsheng’s voice sounded again, this time with an undeniable authority!

The familiar call...

When his mother was angry, she would call him like that...

Gu Yaoyao! Little servant...

"Mother?"

The little dumpling on the ground, shocked, in the next moment, his whole body wiggled to stand up!

Wiggle left, wiggle right, after several wiggles, the little dumpling had already figured out the knack of turning from a dumpling lying on the ground into a standing dumpling over these days, so soon, the little dumpling really stood up...

Though he was still wrapped in a blanket, bound tightly!

The standing little dumpling, with his chubby little face full of frightful uncertainty turned towards the bed...

His turning movement was extremely slow...

Carrying a bit of disbelief, carrying a bit of small hope...

In fact, these days, he heard countless times the sound of his mother calling his name...

Countless times, he would hurriedly get up in his sleep, rushed to climb onto the bed...

Just hoping he could see his sleeping mother open her eyes, even for just a glance at him...

However, what he faced was countless disappointments and desolations...

His mother still slept, never waking up...

"Mother... is it you?"

The little dumpling, turning his head in uncertainty and doubt, looking at the black shackles entwining the bed lightly like a mosquito, asked...

He’s scared!

Afraid that if his voice was too loud, it might shatter the beautiful illusion before him...