After reaching the dam, Li Zhiyuan went straight to the west room and knocked on the door:
"Aunt Liu, Uncle Qin, open the door, it’s Xiao Yuan, Grandmaster is in trouble!"
Standing at the doorway was Uncle Qin, and Li Zhiyuan saw Aunt Liu behind him, sweeping the floor with a broom.
"Xiao Yuan, what’s wrong?" asked Uncle Qin.
"My Grandmaster is injured, he’s bleeding a lot, we need to take him to the clinic."
"I’ll go, I know how to stop bleeding and bandage." Aunt Liu put down her broom, took a cloth bag out of the cabinet, and rushed out the door, with Uncle Qin also following her.
Li Zhiyuan glanced at the scraps of paper swept into the dustpan and then at the retreating figures of Aunt Liu and Uncle Qin.
Do they, not even change out of their clothes when they sleep at night?
Li Zhiyuan eyed the east room, she must be awake by now, too.
However, instead of going to knock on the east room’s door, he ran back and when he passed by the pile of paper effigies on the first floor again, he approached the Fat Master and touched him lightly.
With just a light touch, the Fat Master collapsed, turning into a pile on the ground.
This also caused a chain reaction; in no time, all the paper effigies began to "collapse," like a domino-falling game.
Soon, the once crowded eastern half of the first floor became incredibly empty, only cluttered with scraps of paper and broken wood sticks.
Li Zhiyuan wasn’t scared, not even surprised; he calmly stepped on these scraps, ignoring the "crack" sounds under his feet, went to the staircase, and climbed to the second floor.
When he returned to the bedroom, he saw Aunt Liu bandaging the Grandmaster.
There was a faint smell of herbal medicine in the air, somewhat like herbal jelly; it seemed that medicine had been applied first.
Uncle Qin changed the bloodstained mattress and cool mat, took out a clean one from the cabinet, laid it out, and then placed the bandaged Li Sanjiang on it.
Seeing Aunt Liu finishing tidying up the cloth bag, Li Zhiyuan stepped forward and asked, "Aunt Liu, how is my Grandmaster?"
"He’s lost a lot of blood, and the wounds are not light, but they are all external injuries, and they’ve been treated well. There’s no need to send him to the clinic; he just needs to rest and recover."
Li Zhiyuan looked at Li Sanjiang lying on the bed and noticed that there was a lot more color on Grandmaster’s face.
Aunt Liu also looked at Li Sanjiang. In fact, she was also surprised; despite his old age, he was full of vitality, looking seemingly frail on the outside but exceptionally healthy at the core.
Others of the same age might pass away if they accidentally fell, but despite being punctured with many holes and losing so much blood, he seemed unharmed in his vital spirit.
"Xiao Yuan, if there’s anything, call us," said Uncle Qin to Li Zhiyuan.
"Okay, thank you, Aunt Liu, Uncle Qin."
After Aunt Liu and Uncle Qin left, Li Zhiyuan picked up the teacup, poured some hot water, and walked to Li Sanjiang’s bed.
With his head resting on the pillow and his right arm hanging in front of his chest, Li Sanjiang took the teacup with his left hand and sipped slowly.
After finishing drinking, Li Sanjiang let out a sigh, "Little Yuanhou, let’s stop the transformation ritual for today."
"Alright, Grandmaster."
"When the Grandmaster is better, we will continue."
"Okay." Li Zhiyuan took the teacup and put it to the side, "Actually, there’s no need to continue, Grandmaster."
"Don’t talk nonsense, young one."
"Okay, I won’t say anymore."
Li Zhiyuan took off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, sat beside Li Sanjiang with his back against the headboard.
"Go to sleep, Little Yuanhou, the Grandmaster is fine now."
"Aunt Liu didn’t ask how you got ?"
"I told them I was injured in a fall."
Li Zhiyuan had many questions in his heart, but he didn’t know where to start, and it looked like Li Sanjiang was not intending to talk.
After a long while, Li Zhiyuan said, "Grandmaster, how should I learn?"
If Little Huang Ying’s incident was his first encounter with confusion, then tonight’s incident made him truly feel helpless.
Hearing this, Li Sanjiang thought the boy had finally seen sense and decided to study seriously.
He was secretly proud, thinking that the transformation array was effective; hadn’t Little Yuanhou changed for the better?
Good, that’s how it should be; as long as the child is willing to study diligently, it’s worth shedding some blood.
But Li Sanjiang, in his earlier years, was a rascal; even when he ventured into Shanghai Beach, he dealt with all sorts of people. He had never seriously attended school in his life.
He learned to read only to catch up on the gossip news in the Shanghai newspapers.
Still, he could recount basic principles.
"Little Yuanhou, don’t set your sights too high yet; you must lay a solid foundation first, so you can go further in the future."
So, does that mean I still have to continue reading ’Jianghu Chronicles’?
"I understand, Grandmaster."
"Hmm, once you understand, you must do it, proceed step by step steadily, so that you can achieve something later on. Don’t be like your Grandmaster, who was all over the place when he was young and came to regret it when he was older."
"Grandmaster, you’re quite impressive."
Li Zhiyuan looked at Li Sanjiang, who was covered in bandages, and had a suspicion; could the zombie be related to Grandmaster?
One, Grandmaster was injured at home, and two, the main area of bandaging on Grandmaster coincided with the region where the zombie was attacked by the old woman.
Was this some kind of method used by Grandmaster?
"Ha, your Grandmaster has many impressive skills, so you better study hard, and you’ll definitely do better than your Grandmaster in the future."
Li Sanjiang wasn’t talking about underhanded tactics; he took pride in managing to lead a comfortable life. As for those tactics... he himself didn’t know whether he truly belonged in that world, thus he directly disregarded it.