“What are they doing?”
“I don’t know… Hey, hey, move over a bit, don’t squeeze over here.”
A group of special forces soldiers watched as the Program Group personnel crowded together, craning their necks to watch the excitement. They exchanged glances with each other. It wasn’t that they didn’t want to stop them; the terrain in this swamp was just like that. Even with a few sparse trees, they couldn’t block so many curious gazes.
Moreover, they were only responsible for protecting these people’s safety and had no authority to restrict them. Besides… they themselves were quite curious too.
Ouyang Yuyuan had no such worries. He led Fu Huaiyan and boldly walked up to Chu Yi’s side. “Yi Ge, what are you all doing?”
Four people from the Program Group had gone missing with their fates unknown, yet his Yi Ge was watching someone play with mud. What kind of operation was this?
President Yu also noticed his own foolish and cute cousin. He cleared his throat lightly. “A’Yuan hasn’t caused you any trouble, has he?”
“No.” Chu Yi first responded awkwardly to President Yu before explaining to Ouyang Yuyuan, “Didn’t he break someone’s house earlier? I had him make a new one right now.”
Right now?
Ouyang Yuyuan’s expression turned strange, but he didn’t raise any objections. As a die-hard fan, he had blind trust in Chu Yi. His Yi Ge always had his reasons for doing things!
“Y-Yi Ge, is this okay like this?” Zhang Jue heard Ouyang Yuyuan call him Yi Ge and awkwardly changed his form of address too.
This Nemesis seemed especially nice to his own people. If he actively surrendered, would it work?
“Better than nothing.” Chu Yi looked at the small house in front of him, molded from a mixture of quartz sand and yellow mud, and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.
It was too ugly!
Fortunately, Zhang Jue was fairly obedient. When Chu Yi told him to use Internal Force to dry it, he really did so obediently. Although his Internal Force was thin and it took much longer than expected, with President Yu there, Chu Yi didn’t want to “urge” him…
Once it was dried, of course, it was time to fire it.
Chu Yi considered Zhang Jue’s actual situation and finally showed great mercy by giving him three Flame Fire Talismans. “Here, these three talismans, 300k each. Remember to transfer the money to me later.”
If he didn’t pay, he was dead meat!
Zhang Jue pulled a long face. “Okay…”
Three of them made 900k. The tips and bribes he’d received after coming down the mountain with his master hadn’t even reached half of that. Looked like he’d have to borrow from his master and fellow disciples once they got out.
At this point, Zhang Jue had completely lost any thought of opposing Chu Yi. He even felt a bit grateful. Chu Yi hadn’t charged him a dime to lift the Jinx Curse, so collecting some material fees was perfectly reasonable…
“Thanks, Yi Ge!”
Zhang Jue wiped his eyes, smearing mud and blood water all over his face. Yet he looked at Chu Yi with utter gratitude and tears streaming down, showing signs of Stockholm syndrome…
Yu Qingxian: “…” Words failed him!
Chu Yi awkwardly scratched his cheek. Since there were others around, he couldn’t explain to President Yu.
Ouyang Yuyuan, on the other hand, acted perfectly normal. He’d seen how unlucky Zhang Jue had been over the past three days— the kind where even drinking water could choke you. No one in their group dared approach him… So Zhang Jue hadn’t just been unlucky; he’d been isolated too. No wonder Yi Ge said he’d lift the curse, and he’d become this obedient…
After waiting another half hour, Zhang Jue finally fired the small house under the boost of the Flame Fire Talismans. Surprisingly, though the shape was ugly, the addition of quartz sand gave it a smooth glaze on the outside. Some spots where the quartz sand clustered even sparkled. When skills fell short, materials made up for it.
“Hey, it actually looks pretty nice like this.” Ouyang Yuyuan said in surprise.
“Little house, little house…” Fu Huaiyan’s eyes lit up as he stepped forward to touch the still-glowing-hot small house, only to be grabbed by Ouyang Yuyuan. “My ancestor, can you stay still for once? I’ll call you Dad, okay?!”
If he’d been a second slower, this big fool’s hand would’ve been burned to a crisp!
Yu Qingxian’s eyelid twitched at the words, and he looked suspiciously at Chu Yi. A’Yuan had even made Young Master Fu call him Daddy?
Chu Yi felt guilty at that moment and didn’t dare hide it. He nodded evasively.
He’d deal with him later!
Yu Qingxian narrowed his eyes, then glanced sideways at Chu Yi, who had lowered his gaze and turned his handsome face away, not daring to look at him. The last bit of resentment in his heart inexplicably dissipated.
“Ahem, the final step is to make an offering and request forgiveness from the house’s owner.” Unable to bear President Yu’s gaze, Chu Yi quickly shifted attention.
He had Zhang Jue set up a simple altar, placing the freshly fired, shiny new small house in the center, with some wild fruits found in the swamp on either side.
Zhang Jue knelt before the altar and chanted scriptures for a good while, but there was no reaction from the surroundings.
Chu Yi frowned, grabbed Zhang Jue’s wrist, and sliced it open with a knife, sprinkling some blood into the fire basin. Then he cut his own finger and dripped three drops of essence blood carrying a trace of Merit.
