Back at Happy Home, Lü Rang spread his arms and collapsed backward onto the floor, tears welling in his eyes as he shouted, "Ah...! We're finally safe. I survived!"
With a clang, a golden, eight-armed, grotesquely twisted two-headed Bodhisattva abruptly crashed onto the ground behind Yuan Zhu, rolling twice and drawing countless gazes.
Happy Home's spatial rules were far harsher than those of the Foam World. The foreign object in his shadow had been squeezed out and rejected by the space.
"Holy shit! That's a huge lump of gold!" Ignoring his weakness and pain, Lü Rang shot upright from the brink of death and stared in shock behind Yuan Zhu.
Meng Xiyue's eyes widened as well. Jealous and unwilling to accept it, she cried, "Surname Yuan, where did you get that Golden Bodhisattva? Why did we search an entire temple and still not get that lucky?! No, Brother Yuan, please share some with me. I still haven't got this year's college tuition!"
"Brother Zhu Zi, should I kowtow to you too?" Lü Rang asked, his face full of envy as he followed suit.
Yuan Zhu pressed both hands downward with a smile, putting on a show of holiness before the crowd. "Calm down, everyone! We're teammates. When one rises to wealth and honor, don't forget the others. One Bodhisattva arm each—let's all share in the good fortune."
After Granny Yu's death, there would be at most seven arms to divide. He had planned it out long ago. Now he could save at least one golden arm while winning people over and building the image of a generous, charitable man. A bargain! Meng Xiyue had only said it casually, never expecting to truly gain something. Overjoyed, she gave him a thumbs-up. "Zhu Zi, you're a real straight shooter!"
Lü Rang said,