Wang Ye, the Simpleton

"I never told you to write."

"If there's nothing else, I'll be going."

Wang Ye smiled a little sheepishly, like the sunny boy next door, utterly out of place in this dark, mundane world.

He slowly rose to his feet and headed toward the meditation chamber.

Guanyin panicked.

Why the hell wasn't he playing by the rules? There was actually someone who couldn't read!

How was she supposed to communicate with him now?

She was confident that as long as she got a chance to speak, she could trick this brat into taking the bait. As an old schemer who had lived for thousands of years, fooling a child like him should have been easy, shouldn't it?

But.

She had no chance!

He simply wasn't giving her one!

Guanyin's gaze gradually hardened. She took a hard bite of the flesh in her mouth and repeatedly ground it with her teeth!

Ghost flesh was rather elastic!

And it was raw, nearly completely plugging her mouth.

Chewing it into pieces and swallowing it was a massive undertaking!

Blood kept flowing from her mouth, but Guanyin paid it no mind. Her eyes remained fixed on the meditation chamber—or rather, on Wang Ye's retreating back.

If Maitreya had always been an enemy, and they had fought many times at Spirit Mountain, then it was understandable for him to strike at her. At worst, she could find a chance to get even later.

But this brat...

He had just happened to pass by and decided to disgust her for no reason!

Unforgivable.

For a moment, her hatred for Wang Ye became even stronger than her hatred for Maitreya.

As if sensing the malicious gaze behind him, Wang Ye suddenly stopped. He turned around shyly and glanced at Guanyin. "Senior, I know what you're trying to