Inside A Certain Bookshop.
Yog watched Cheng Yu say those words to Luo Xia and chuckled.
"If you really manage to do what you said, you'd count as quite an outstanding individual among the short-lived species."
Then Yog shook his head, seemingly recalling his former self, and continued.
"Putting your beliefs into practice is never that simple..."
At the Nursing Home.
Every move felt agonizing to Yin Hao now. He had only heard of Yingzhou shogi and barely knew the rules. All he could do was tentatively watch how the old ghost moved and copy him.
After a while, the old ghost actually frowned as they played. Yin Hao's heart stirred. Had he stumbled into a lucky break and forced the old ghost into a deadlock?
Although he had his suspicions, Yin Hao kept his expression unchanged. Instead, he imitated the old ghost, frowning at the board as though hesitating over his next move.
Seeing Yin Hao frown as well, the old ghost sneered.
"Well, well! You never bothered learning what your ancestors passed down, but you've learned these foreign tricks quite well."
The more he said, the more likely he was to slip up. Yin Hao ignored the old ghost's mockery and continued playing. Seeing that Yin Hao would not respond, the old ghost snorted and made his next move.
Nearby, blood covered Xiao Tao's face, and more than half her scalp was gone. She had no choice but to force herself to stay alert and keep dancing in step with the old ghost women.
As they played, the old ghost began wavering over a piece again, apparently considering something.
Before long, the old man smiled and changed his strategy.
With no time to respond, Yin Hao could only grit his teeth and follow the old man's lead.