The cemetery was deserted, with scarcely a soul in sight.
Wang Yuanyu wore a black sack over her head as she looked at Qi Yuan, a trace of admiration and respect in her eyes.
This bloodline bearer looked somewhat crazy and often said shocking things, yet many of his words resonated deeply with her.
For example:
"What was there to fear about death? There were acquaintances on both sides."
"Sunlight would die too. Shadows were its corpse."
"I didn't like girls who grew on you, because I didn't have the patience to keep looking."
Most importantly, she had gained much insight from his thoughts on truth, illusion, and one's attitude toward this mortal world.
So who was Tu Kongming? He could roll away!
The memories she cared about were the real memories.
"Do you think Ma Longhun hasn't come because he can't afford the cemetery entrance fee?" Qi Yuan suddenly turned to Wang Yuanyu.
"Huh?"
"If I'd known, I wouldn't have charged admission for this cemetery. I was afraid other people would disturb me, so I treated the Ma Family Cemetery as a tourist attraction and set an entry fee.
I forgot that Ma Longhun might not have any money."
Qi Yuan suddenly realized something, as though he had discovered the key to the matter.
Wang Yuanyu did not know whether to laugh or cry. She even began to suspect that believing Qi Yuan's words had somehow infected her and made her fall ill too.
"Mr. Qi, you're overthinking it," Wang Yuanyu said.
In truth, she was also extremely curious. Even when Qi Yuan said something absurd or completely nonsensical, she would believe part of it.
At that moment, an old woman with a conflicted expression walked over.
That old woman was Wang Nian.
She glanced at Wang Yuanyu and