These words sounded as if they were old friends, not enemies at all.
"Hmph, I hope I haven't missed the chance to stop you from taking the lucky fruit and lucky root!" Liu Sandao said with annoyance.
Although Fu De Shou Ce and Duo Ming were locked in a fierce struggle, there wasn't much commotion. It looked more like two people arguing than fighting.
This caused Qin Shouchi's lucky fruit and lucky root to be lifted and lowered, lifted and lowered, as if by something.
After a few such repetitions, Qin Shouchi was pulled up and down like a corpse. His consciousness was unclear, and his body was limp and devoid of strength.
Na Qianlai wasn't in a hurry. He was actually worried that Liu Sandao wouldn't show up. If Liu Sandao hadn't come, and he had completely absorbed the lucky fruit with Duo Ming, Qin Shouchi would have died, which would have been too easy for him.
With Liu Sandao's arrival, Na Qianlai felt more confident. No matter what, as long as Liu Sandao made a move, he would surely bestow the lucky fruit upon Qin Shouchi. Although this lucky fruit wouldn't allow him to live too long, it would at least ensure he didn't die. As long as he didn't die, Na Qianlai's objective would be achieved.
"Better to be alive than dead" was what Na Qianlai wanted. He not only wanted Qin Shouchi to live, but also to remember certain things. When Na Qianlai had sent the headless corpse to gather intelligence earlier, he knew that Qin Shouchi also had a wife and daughter. Although they were nominally divorced, that was merely a facade to evade debts. For such a person, the best punishment was to make him suffer.
Na Qianlai cast a spell to create a dream: Qin Shouchi's wife and daughter were repeatedly beaten and attacked. One collapsed on the ground, the other's face was covered in blood. They cried out "husband" and "daddy" alternately, their expressions tense, their eyes filled with fear. Just as Qin Shouchi became angry and wanted to beat the person attacking his wife, his wife and daughter looked at him with fury, questioning, "Why? Why you? Why did you do this? Your sins, why must we suffer them together? Why, why?" Their voices were mournful and drawn-out, filled with immense anger.
Na Qianlai pushed this dream into Qin Shouchi's mind, letting it accompany him throughout his time in prison, until the moment he died. The best way to punish such a person was to make him never forget that pleasure and pain always go hand in hand! For a soul that couldn't be saved, the best method wasn't a swift death, but slow torment.
At that time, Qin Shouchi wasn't the only perpetrator; there were several others. How could Na Qianlai let them off? As for how to deal with them, Na Qianlai had already figured it out: not with swords or axes, but with fire and oil; not with ice piercing their hearts, but with lightning and thunder. Such scenes would repeat themselves endlessly, whether they were alive or dead. It was like this in the mortal world, and it would be the same after death. Remember, for dead souls, Na Qianlai could take them to the training disk, ensuring they could never escape such nightmares.
"Hmph! Let's go!" Na Qianlai didn't linger. Everything was arranged. He shouted to his subordinates behind him. Duo Ming was recalled, and Fu De Shou Ce returned to Liu Sandao.
Liu Sandao couldn't figure out what Na Qianlai was up to. He came but didn't take the lucky fruit and root, and was even polite to him. It was truly strange. But he saw the people in the room, some with splitting headaches, clutching their heads; others crying heartbrokenly, banging their heads against the wall. This scene was truly pathetic. If they had known this would happen, why would they have acted so rashly in the first place? Everyone had a lucky fruit, but unfortunately, theirs was too meager. Liu Sandao looked at the empty Fu De Shou Ce, feeling powerless. Moreover, given their arrogance before, it was only natural they would face such misfortune.
While Liu Sandao was lost in thought, he heard someone's voice. "Quick, quick! Who gathered them here? What were you doing, sending them all back!" Although mixed with cries, the person's voice was still resonant, piercing through the noise. The people started bustling, and Liu Sandao took the opportunity to leave.
Upon returning to the hotel, he saw Bai Suxiang sitting in the hotel lobby's coffee area, lost in thought. "Why are you here?" Liu Sandao asked.
"I... I want to go home and see them! Can I take some time off?" Bai Suxiang said with a sigh, clearly feeling dejected.
"No need to take time off. We'll leave right now, back to Sandong City!"
"Really?" Bai Suxiang was overjoyed. She had thought that with Na Qianlai's appearance, they would definitely be stranded in Lishui City. She never expected to be able to go home. Since the last phone call home, she hadn't contacted them. Although Liu Sandao had suggested recording a video for her parents, she was afraid they would overthink things if they didn't see her in person. Liu Sandao suggested this because Lishui City wasn't their original destination. It was merely a place for Bai Suxiang to rest and recuperate after her recovery, as the journey couldn't be too taxing. Going home was natural; after such a long time, her family would surely be worried. As for where to go next, Liu Sandao had no idea.
Speaking of which, these past few days, he felt like something was missing. Liu Sandao tried hard to recall the daily details of these past few days and finally realized it: During this descent to the mortal realm, Fu Ruhai had been unusually silent. He spoke less than before and didn't bicker with Bai Suxiang, as if he were a different person. However, when they descended from the Fu Dian, Old Ancestor Fu Ling had said, "Everything is as fate dictates!"
"Dad, Mom! I'm back!" Bai Suxiang opened the door, changing into slippers as she shouted into the house. She hadn't called ahead because she wanted to surprise them. The room was very quiet, as if no one was home. Normally, it wouldn't be so quiet if someone were there.
"Clang!" A noise came from the direction of the kitchen.
"Who?" a man's voice asked.
Immediately after, "Is that Xiaoxiang? Ah!" Guo Xiufang's voice followed.
"It's me, Mom, it's me! Take it easy!" Bai Suxiang said, seeing Guo Xiufang squeeze out from the kitchen doorway ahead of Bai Fuchi.
"You stubborn girl, why did you take so long to come back? And you didn't even call before returning?" Guo Xiufang said reproachfully, her eyes turning red, tears already welling up.
"I just wanted to give you a surprise!" This remark, however, angered Bai Fuchi.
"Is this a surprise? This is a shock! Why haven't you called home in so long? Haven't you thought about your Mom and me?"