Chapter 1633 - 297:

Zhao Yi: "When I get the money back, I'll replenish the store. But I can't replenish it at label price. Can you imagine how much my outfit would cost according to the label? Thousands of dollars?"

The small backstreet in the small town, with half of the shops displaying clearance sale signs, each item inside as expensive as gold.

Li Zhiyuan: "Just knock off two zeros and halve the price."

Zhao Yi: "You really know your stuff. Right, does the clothing feel too big for you?"

Li Zhiyuan: "It's a bit big."

Zhao Yi: "In that area, I couldn't find any children's clothing stores. Otherwise, I really wanted to pick out a pair of denim overalls for you; they would suit you perfectly."

Li Zhiyuan glanced at the bag Zhao Yi held, which wasn't entirely empty.

"Ahem..."

Zhao Yi coughed, then stuffed the bag under the driver's seat.

Actually, the denim overalls were in the bag, with a big panda in front and a cute gray bear at the back. The straps were elastic with two clippable clasps at the front.

Besides this outfit, there was also a pair of cushion shoes with soles higher than usual, lighting up in colorful hues with every step.

If Li Zhiyuan was still asleep, Zhao Yi would have personally dressed him in the outfit and shoes.

But with Li Zhiyuan awake, Zhao Yi didn't even dare take the outfit and shoes out, let alone dress him.

Li Zhiyuan spoke up: "You should go pick up some things."

Zhao Yi nodded: "Alright."

All the equipment was left on Ghost Street, and while essentials like cash weren't important, things like Li Zhiyuan's Compass and Yin Meng's poisonous jar definitely couldn't be lost.

If those items ended up in ignorant hands and were opened, it could cause immense trouble.

Zhao Yi lit a cigarette, got out of the car, and headed to Ghost Street.

Soon, Zhao Yi returned, carrying a heavy load on a shoulder pole, the items seemingly all gathered.

He tossed them into the back of the trunk, returned to the driver's seat, and said:

"Zhang Xiuxiu picked up all our belongings, I checked, and nothing's missing."

Surely not just helping clean up; it's like taking spoils after a battle, and the talisman paper here are high-end goods to the Zhang siblings.

Only, Zhao Yi went straight to the Zhang siblings upon arriving at Ghost Street.

Seeing Zhao Yi appear, Zhang Chi was dumbfounded, guilt written all over his face.

Zhang Xiuxiu cried, saying: "Thank heaven you're alive."

Zhao Yi pulled out two pills from his bag, opened the poisonous corner of one, gave each sibling one, then brought all the items back.

At this time, the first person to wake up in the trunk was Run Sheng.

After sitting up, Run Sheng surveyed the surroundings, slightly frowned, then began searching again.

Li Zhiyuan: "Brother Runsheng, take care of them."

"Got it." Run Sheng responded, dressed himself first, then went to dress Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou.

Zhao Yi started the truck, heading for the inn.

On the way, Tan Wenbin woke up, quickly climbed to the back of the truck and started vomiting like he had motion sickness.

After a prolonged vomit session, he lay back, arms propped against the panel, chest heaving, breathing heavily.

Run Sheng handed over a bottle of water, Tan Wenbin took a sip, poured the rest over his head.

Driving, Zhao Yi suddenly braked, making everyone inside the truck jolt slightly.

Originally nestled together, the Liang Sisters tilted to either side, showing no sign of waking.

Lin Shuyou rolled inside the trunk until he reached Tan Wenbin, who instinctively reached out to hold him, but found Ah You's body very hot, steam rising from his head.

"Ah You's temperature..."

Run Sheng lifted Lin Shuyou to "sit properly," saying: "Temperature is really low."

Upon hearing Run Sheng, Tan Wenbin looked closer and found Lin Shuyou's previously ruddy skin now appearing bluish-black, steam no longer hot but more like cold air from an opened freezer.

After a bumpy road section, Lin Shuyou, constantly shaken, regained clarity, his first reaction being to hug himself curling up on the ground:

"So cold..."

After a while, Lin Shuyou began tearing at his vest:

"Hot, so hot..."

Li Zhiyuan: "No rush to return to the inn, let's stop at the open space ahead."

"Alright."

Zhao Yi turned the steering wheel, the truck drove to a side platform, its end a slope with considerable drop.

However, the truck, meant to decelerate, showed no signs of doing so.

Li Zhiyuan looked at Zhao Yi and noticed another face emerging upon Zhao Yi's: Su Luo, the Tomb Master, examining the steering wheel and the environment outside the window, murmuring:

"How do I stop this carriage?"

Li Zhiyuan moved to the driver's seat, stepped on the brakes.

With a sudden stop, the vehicle halted at the edge of the platform.

Looking downward at the pedals, Zhao Yi seemed to register the brakes, glanced at the interior buttons, shook his head, and sighed:

"I am unused to these novelties."

Li Zhiyuan: "You can learn."

"Not what I learned nor what I wish to learn."

Li Zhiyuan: "Then what do you like?"

"Music, chess, calligraphy, painting—my aspirations."

Li Zhiyuan: "Do you like peach blossoms?"

"Like the utopian beauty of Peach Blossom Spring?"

Li Zhiyuan: "There you can drink, enjoy flowers, and revel in masters of music, chess, calligraphy, painting, be carefree all day."

"But, ultimately this body is his, I can't act upon my preferences to confront him, although I don't know why, I suddenly awakened, taking charge of this horse-less carriage."