Why did you provoke me?

Yu Meng looked at Secretary Wu and said, "Take them downstairs and arrange accommodations."

Secretary Wu breathed a sigh of relief and gestured for everyone to proceed, but the people from the Jia family did not move. They looked at Yu Meng and said in a menacing voice, "If you can't save them, I'll smash this place up."

Before Jing San could react, Nian Nian's lines had already swiftly pierced into his head. Without even a scream, he collapsed to the ground.

"Spring Breeze? Spring Breeze, say something, don't scare me." A middle-aged man in his forties hugged the person and kept calling out.

He looked up at Niannian, "What did you do to him? If anything happens to him..." Before he could finish, Jing San's gaze settled firmly on his brow. "What do you want? Tell me?"

The middle-aged man's throat bobbed, and he turned to look at Jia Daoyi. "Clan leader?"

Jia Daoyi hadn't expected his own family to be so foolish. He looked at Yu Meng and said, "The child was a bit impulsive. One of the bone painters is his mother, and he was just worried and confused. I beg Teacher Yu to be lenient and give him a chance to correct his mistake."

"This is not a place for him to run wild. Since he did it, he has to bear the consequences, without exception."

Jing San waved his hand, and four people came in from outside the door. They pushed both of them down. The middle-aged man held his son tightly and wouldn't let go. His eyes were filled with hatred.

Niannian clicked her tongue. "How could someone be so stupid? His mother is waiting for us to save her, and he dares to threaten us." Niannian looked at Jia Daoyi. "Is this some kind of distant relative of yours?"

Jia Daoyi hadn't expected Yu Meng and the others to be so decisive, not giving them any chance at all.

Secretary Wu remained calm and extended his hand again. Everyone looked at Jia Daoyi, who nodded. He was seething with resentment; what they had done earlier was so much better, and now they were slapping him in the face.

Only the two young men standing behind Jia Daoyi remained still; the rest followed Secretary Wu downstairs.

Niannian chuckled softly. Yu Meng looked at Jia Daoyi, "Where is the person you want to treat?"

"They've already settled in at the clubhouse. I can have them come over anytime you have time," Jia Daoyi said politely.

"Then let's invite someone over to take a look?" Yu Meng asked Jia Daoyi tentatively.

Jia Dao nodded, and the young man behind him walked out.

Yu Meng glanced at Niannian and explained with a smile, "That person won't be in any danger, he'll just be weak for a few days. We just came back from the alien battlefield and we're a bit out of our element. Chief Jia knows how much pressure we were under there."

Jia Daoyi nodded amiably. "The steward mentioned this matter. It was my man who was ignorant. Please be magnanimous and don't hold it against him. Here's a small gift as an apology to this gentleman."

Niannian didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it directly; it was a beautiful medicinal stone.

Niannian rubbed the contents in her palm, then nodded, "Thank you, Chieftain."

Jia Dao smiled and said, "What sir? He's just an old man. Just don't hold a grudge against my junior. I'll definitely discipline him properly when we get back."

The person was brought over quickly, and when Yu Meng saw him, her hand holding the teacup trembled slightly.

The person sat in a wheelchair with a straight back, but his deep-set eyes and wrinkled face made him look like a tree stump with eyes.

Niannian had already stood up and circled the wheelchair once. "Isn't this too serious? Can you still unleash your body lines?" Niannian asked, bending down in front of her.

With a slight nod, two lines appeared in front of Nian Nian.

Niannian took a step back. "What happened? Is she poisoned?"

Niannian turned to the side, and two lines appeared in front of Yu Meng.

If the black and red lines were full and shiny, they would be very beautiful, but now they only give people the feeling of a dying worm, limp and ugly!

"How long has this been going on?" Yu Meng asked softly.

"Counting today as three days."

Yu Meng didn't shy away from it and directly reached out and pinched the line between her fingers.

Everyone's eyes were on her hand, and then something strange happened: a piece of dough was peeled off the lines.

Although the lines inside are small, the colors are vibrant, representing a qualitative change.

Yu Meng looked at Niannian's wrist. "Ask her what happened?"

Niannian's eyes lit up, and she beckoned to Qian Chuan, "You ask her what she did to make her features look like this?"

Qian Chuan looked at Niannian with a puzzled expression, and gestured with his eyes, "How should I ask?"

Niannian rolled up her sleeves and waved her wrist in front of the bone-drawing artist. "You have to tell the truth. If you can't find the reason, you know the consequences."

The bone artist nodded in agreement, and Nian Nian's eyeball bracelet began to sway.

"Okay, go ahead and ask," Nian Nian said softly.

Qian Chuan's voice was gentle, "Have you met anyone special?"

"No, not just anyone can enter our courtyard."

"What foods have you eaten that left a deep impression on you?"

"The seafood the chef made that day was alright."

"Did you all eat?" Qian Chuan's voice was still very soft.

"Ms. Liu wasn't there then, but I remember we saved a plate for her."

"You two have a really good relationship," Qian Chuan complimented, then asked, "Have you encountered any aliens recently? What kind?"

"They're available every day, and there's a wide variety."

"Anything that left a deep impression?"

"Yes, it's a red alien. It's very strange. It peels off its skin and there's liquid inside. It can even enter the body, but we checked and it's not parasitic."

Niannian withdrew her hand. "She's awake." Qian Chuan returned to his seat. He stared at Niannian's wrist, his desire quite obvious.

Niannian turned her head away. She didn't see anything. She had never seen anything like this before. She always wanted to pocket the good stuff.

When Jia Dao saw Yu Meng staring at his family's bone-painting artist, he didn't disturb her and just sat quietly. Although he was more anxious than anyone else, he still had this much self-control.

Yu Meng's communication bell rang, and Secretary Wu's voice came through, "Dinner is ready, we can eat now."

Yu Meng stood up. "Let's talk while we eat."

Jia Daoyi did not refuse.

Qingyuan, however, lagged behind. Qian Chuan, standing beside her, asked, "Aren't you going to listen?"

"Yu Meng won't talk about this at the dinner table."

Qian Chuan looked at Qing Yuan, somewhat puzzled.

"Yu Meng will come to my experimental garden to discuss this kind of thing; we can just wait."

"Then let's go eat too, so we can help out later," Qian Chuan said enthusiastically.

"You really enjoy researching things? How come I never noticed this before? Is this alien battlefield really that terrifying to you?"

Qian Chuan lowered his head. "If I'm not going to the alien battlefield, I have to find something to do."

"Doing research is very tiring, so please take care of yourself. Your health is the most important thing, and proper rest is essential."

Qian Chuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief; he was really afraid that Qing Yuan would continue to press him for answers.

Just as Qingyuan had said, after finishing their meal, Jia Daoyi and his group of four arrived at Qingyuan's experimental garden.

Upon seeing the equipment inside, Jia Daoyi paused for a moment, "I didn't expect your equipment to be so complete and so advanced."

Yu Meng ignored his words and looked directly at the bone artist, "Would you mind having your lines checked?"

"Will it be ruined?" the bone artist asked softly.

"It's hard to say, but I promise that if this one breaks, I'll make sure you get another one," Yu Meng said earnestly.

"I believe you." The bone artist nodded in agreement. She had gone through the family records and knew many things that others did not.