Li Zhiyuan lifted his head, and Run Sheng immediately turned away, daring not to meet his gaze.
"Let’s go, Brother Runsheng, let’s go home."
On the small road through the fields late at night, Run Sheng, carrying Li Sanjiang, walked ahead, followed by a boy.
The boy squinted and lowered his head, his hands gently clenched as he walked.
Li Zhiyuan was very angry right now.
Because he once again felt this sense of powerlessness.
Previously, he had wondered if the frequency with which he encountered such events was a bit too high.
But then, looking at Grandmaster, even drinking wine could involve a couple of unclean things.
He felt that his frequency was still normal.
Moreover, although there have been quite a few deaths in these incidents, in the eyes of ordinary people, those people died from accidents or diseases.
Indeed, it’s difficult for an ordinary person to encounter or hear about such things; but if it were various accidents, it suddenly becomes very common.
He is simply able to see through the accidents in ordinary people’s eyes due to some special circumstance, knowing what kind of thing he had encountered.
Just like in real life, where bacteria are everywhere, but because human eyes can’t see them, everyone thinks it’s normal. If viewed under a microscope, they’d be found everywhere.
Li Zhiyuan actually quite enjoyed this change and liked to explore and study this path, but he resented the suddenness of these incidents, and he detested his own repeated helplessness.
He can admit he’s a poor student, but that doesn’t mean he can accept being reminded and reported on his performance every now and then.
Poor students, too, have dignity.
Back at home, after settling Li Sanjiang into the bedroom bed, Li Zhiyuan walked into his own bedroom and turned on the desk lamp.
The exhaustion from when he left the house had, at this moment, been stimulated away. Holding a pen, he moved quickly over the blueprint.
Under the desk lamp, the boy’s eyes were filled with determination.
Like a student who normally doesn’t work hard, making the last-ditch effort before an exam.
In Li Zhiyuan’s life experience, he had never entered such an intense and focused state of study.
Finally, at five in the morning, Li Zhiyuan finished drawing the blueprint in his hands.
He stood up to organize it, but found his shoulders and legs had lost feeling, and his body swayed. If not for his hands supporting him on the desk in time, he might have collapsed.
After a while, he recovered from the numbness.
Not bothering to rest further, Li Zhiyuan organized and put away the blueprints. These were not the complete contents of "Righteous Demon Extermination Records"; in fact, these blueprints were just the tip of the iceberg from the book.
But this was the set of tools that Li Zhiyuan chose for himself, the most convenient to make at present and also quite practical.
The materials prepared the day before were also reorganized and categorized by Li Zhiyuan.
Next was the assembly and crafting.
At this moment, the door was gently pushed open; Alii walked in.
Normally, at this time, she would come in to see Li Zhiyuan sleeping in bed.
The girl walked up to the boy, squatted down, and looked at him while reaching out to touch his forehead.
Her grandmother had done this gesture more than once, which means caring in her understanding.
"Alii, you’re here. I’m fine, but today, I’ll still need your hard work. Let me explain the blueprint process to you."
Yesterday, Alii had shown a strong talent for crafting. Li Zhiyuan only needed to explain the blueprint to her once, and she would be able to make it using the available materials.
Today, Alii was wearing a black, tight-fitting practice outfit. Li Zhiyuan suspected that Liu Yumei learned a lesson from yesterday and thought black was more stain-resistant.
After explaining it to Alii, Li Zhiyuan and Alii started crafting together, and it wasn’t long before the day brightened.
"Alii, you continue, I need to step out for a bit."
After speaking, Li Zhiyuan took a stack of blueprints and a prescription downstairs.
"Xiao Yuan, breakfast is ready soon." Aunt Liu happened to come out of the kitchen.
"Aunt Liu, could you help me prepare this prescription?"
Aunt Liu took the prescription and glanced at it, then looked at Li Zhiyuan.
"Please, Aunt Liu, it’s for Grandmaster to drink. He’s been weak recently and said he needed a tonic. This is... your job."
"Alright, I know, I’ll prepare it for you."
Preparing medicine is a tedious and skilled job; if Li Zhiyuan were to prepare it himself, it would be time-consuming, laborious, and he wouldn’t be able to guarantee its efficacy, so he could only ask Aunt Liu for help.
Although it was somewhat inappropriate to semi-force her in this way, Li Zhiyuan was really short on time. Those two guys at most gave him three days, at which point they’d probably come looking if things weren’t done here.
"Thank you, Aunt Liu."
"Hey, you should have breakfast, where are you going?"
"I’m stepping out for a bit."
Li Zhiyuan ran to the village’s old carpenter’s house. The carpenter’s house was a two-story building, quite imposing.
Because the carpenter used to work as an official employee at Xingren Machinery Factory, and even though he’s retired now, he would take on some work on a regular basis. Further, both of his sons also work at the machinery factory, so the family’s condition in the village is considered one of the better ones.
When Li Zhiyuan entered, the old carpenter was having breakfast.
"Are you the grandson from Li Weihan’s family?"
"Yes, grandpa, my name is Li Zhiyuan. This time, my Grandmaster Li Sanjiang sent me. He said there’s a batch of tools that he needs made urgently, the faster, the better."
The old carpenter took the blueprints, looked through several of them in a row, and asked in surprise, "Who drew these blueprints?"