Chapter 922

Li Huo stood frozen, as if struck by lightning, when Yang Na called him Ji Zai.

Just then, Zhao Shuangdian walked over and whispered in Li Huo’s ear, "Honestly, she's finally found something she wants to do. Just let her do it."

"Look, she’s clearly much better now. Do you really want her to go back to how she was, cowering in a corner, thinking only of how to kill herself?"

"Besides, don't worry about her safety. Since time will eventually reverse, what are you afraid of happening to her?"

Meanwhile, Yang Na’s outpouring continued, "You are a Sīmìng, and I am a Sīmìng. I am not your possession! I don't want your protection!"

"This concerns the fate of all Sīmìng in Baiyujing! I cannot escape! Look at me! I am the Sīmìng who governs death and mercy!"

Yang Na’s voice gradually lowered. "Huowang, I'm sorry for what I did to you in the past. Please, let me be useful. Only then can I feel better."

"Otherwise, I'll always feel like I'm the one who ruined you. If I hadn't called the police last time, you wouldn't have..." Yang Na's voice choked.

Li Huo pulled her into his arms, stroking the back of her head. His trembling lips parted several times before he finally managed to say with a forced cheerfulness, "Alright! Ji Zai congratulates Wusheng Laomu on her return! With your help, the opposing Sīmìng will be no match for us!"

Li Huo turned, holding Yang Na, and looked coldly at Zhao Shuangdian and Qingwanglai. He pulled out his phone and sent them a message.

"Okay, you win. You used Yang Na to achieve your goal, but you forgot that the initiative is now with me, especially when time reverses again, and you're still in the dark."

"I'm curious to see if, next time, when I tell you I can reverse time, you two will be able to distinguish between genuine and deceptive information if I mix in some ambiguous false messages."

"Here, is this what your father looks like? It's a clay figurine made by Niren Zhang."

As Li Sui stared blankly at a nearby lantern, a lifelike clay figurine was presented to her. It was dressed in red robes, wore a copper coin mask, and had a spine sword on its back.

"Yes! This is my father!" A joyful Li Sui grabbed the chopsticks beneath the figurine with both hands, unable to let go. She missed her father so much that even a temporary clay substitute was enough.

Zuo Qiu Yong chuckled, shaking her head. "Oh, just like a child. That boy, Li Huowang, really knows how to raise her."

"Remember, my name is Zuo Qiu Yong. From now on, you can just call me Auntie."

"I remember, Auntie. Weren't we going to Daqi?"

"Oh, you child," Zuo Qiu Yong lightly poked her forehead with a finger in mock scolding. "We heard you like festivals, so we brought you here to relax, instead of cooping up in the house all day."

"What's the rush to go to Daqi? We still have 180 years to wait anyway. Let's finish the festival first."

Hearing this, Li Sui nodded and giggled. "Auntie, you're right. It'll be so many years before I can see my father."

At this, Li Sui paused again. She thought hard for a moment, then shook her head and said, "No, not 180 years. My father looks like he's in his twenties. After about 150 years, I can go find him when he's just born."

"I advise you not to do that. If you get involved, and your father isn't captured by Danyangzi, and he doesn't eat you to suppress his illusions, it would disrupt causality, and then you wouldn't be able to speak."

Li Sui was immediately frightened by this and nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, yes! Then I won't look for him early! I won't cause trouble."

"Good girl. For today, don't overthink things, just have fun."

Li Sui nodded, then looked at the clay figurine in her hands with intense longing. "Auntie, I have my father now, can you make two mothers for me?"

"Of course. Come with me, Niren Zhang's shop is over here. By the way, Suisui, you have two mothers? Your father is truly blessed."

"Really? But my father doesn't seem very fortunate. He's had a very hard time these past few years."

Upon arriving at the clay figurine shop, the old man, Niren Zhang, quickly sculpted a white-haired girl with two upper bodies based on Li Sui's description.

Finally, Zuo Qiu Yong also asked Niren Zhang to make a Li Sui figurine, bringing their family of four together.

Afterward, Zuo Qiu Yong took Li Sui to explore the temple fair, guessing lantern riddles and enjoying the entire night market.

It was late into the night when Li Sui, fully content, walked home holding Zuo Qiu Yong's hand.

Li Sui gazed at the three lifelike clay figurines in her hands, then carefully buried them in her pile of tentacles. "Auntie, you're truly a good person."

"Oh, child, what are you saying? I am a Sītiānjian. Only good people who act on behalf of heaven can hold this position."

Saying this, Zuo Qiu Yong stroked Li Sui’s head. "Oh, you poor thing, to have such an unreliable father."

"He even abandoned his own child so far away and doesn't come looking."

"From now on, I am your family. If you encounter any trouble, just come find me. I'll help you solve it."

"Yes! In 180 years, I will definitely tell my father how good Auntie was to me! I'll tell him Auntie is a wonderful person!"

"Alright, by then, I'd also like to meet this 'ghost genius' who raises an evil spirit as a daughter, and see what he's like."

The two chatted as they walked, parting ways only upon reaching the Daqi Directorate of Astronomy.

Li Sui was sent back to her room to eat and rest, while Zuo Qiu Yong went to her own living quarters.

Although the Directorate of Astronomy was underground, as a Sītiānjian, Zuo Qiu Yong's residence was exceptionally grand in both decor and size.

Walking through the corridor, Zuo Qiu Yong arrived at her treasure room. She glanced at the treasured item hanging from the beam, then knelt before a low table and lightly tapped the brush holder three times with her index finger.

A monkey the size of an infant's fist crawled out of the brush holder, knelt beside the inkstone, first cupped the ink with its front paws, then quickly began grinding it.

After grinding the ink, it carefully carried a brush from the brush stand, dipped it in ink, and presented it to Zuo Qiu Yong with both hands raised.

Zuo Qiu Yong expressionlessly took the brush and meticulously recorded everything Li Sui had said that day.

After writing, Zuo Qiu Yong casually tossed the brush at the small monkey, which was secretly licking ink, then took out papers from previous days and began organizing them.

She knew that any small detail about events 180 years in the future could contain important information, potentially benefiting her. At the very least, prescience was an immense advantage.