Only after hearing this did Ren Jie understand why the Smiling Old Man had lost his composure. Though the smiling face concealed his features, Ren Jie could still sense his excitement and agitation.
Just now, Ren Jie had merely vaguely felt that Sun Rui seemed especially close to him. There was something about her that did not belong to the countryside, or even the mundane world—a spiritual aura that pressed toward him. Ren Jie suddenly recalled a saying from his previous life: women were made of water. Little Sun Rui seemed like she had been made from the purest, clearest water in the world.
She made people want to cherish her just by looking at her, feel close to her, and even feel their mood brighten.
Now that the Smiling Old Man had said this, little Sun Rui was clearly no ordinary child either.
"Whatever it is, let's leave this place first. This isn't somewhere to talk. And while we're at it, do me a favor and bury them." At that moment, a gust of wind swept through, filling the Sun Family Mansion with a thick stench of blood. Seeing the spiritually radiant little girl staring unblinkingly at Yan Zhenfei's corpse, Ren Jie's heart sank as he spoke to the Smiling Old Man.
"Right, right, right. This is bad for the children." As he spoke, the Smiling Old Man raised a hand, and a snow-white feather instantly appeared beneath Ren Jie and Sun Rui's feet. In an instant, it expanded to more than ten meters long, and the two of them seemed to be sitting atop a thick feather bed as they slowly rose into the air.
Damn it! If Sun Rui had not been beside him, Ren Jie truly would have wanted to give the Smiling Old Man the