Immortality: Starting with a grave, I'm invincible when burying corpses.

With mixed feelings, Bai Ling returned to her familiar shop on the afternoon of the second day in order to verify the truth.

Although she made those harsh words in her heart, in order to show that she would keep her word, Bai Ling really didn't bring any food as usual, and walked into the store empty-handed.

Mu An didn't pay any attention, but glanced at Bai Ling and saw that she went straight to the bookshelves as soon as she entered the store, so she looked away.

Ultimately, Mu An does not need to eat.

If I remember, I'll eat a little; if I don't, it doesn't matter.

If Bai Ling hadn't always brought him some food, he wouldn't have bothered eating at all.

Even so, many of the foods Bai Ling brought him are still lying in some corner.

Mu Ling'er did remind him in the letter to remember to eat and sleep, but since she wasn't here, she naturally couldn't know whether he had eaten or not.

Besides, he was already being lenient by not bothering Mu Ling'er, so why should Mu Ling'er bother him?

This is utterly upside down!

……

"It really exists..."

Between the two bookshelves, Bai Ling stood in front of them, stroking her chin, completely dumbfounded.

There were several deep scratches on the bookshelf, slightly below the middle. Looking at these scratches, Bai Ling's face was filled with solemnity.

She raised her hand and gestured towards the bookshelf.

After looking at it from all angles for about fifteen minutes, Bai Ling nodded decisively.

There's no mistake! This is where she drew it.

Having worked in the shop for almost a year, Bai Ling knew very well.

This shop has very few customers, and the few who do come are usually from out of town and don't actually buy books.

It's highly unlikely that any other guest would come to this spot on the bookshelf except for her.

With her not-so-bright brain working at high speed, Bai Ling felt as if she had suddenly grown a brain in the next half quarter of an hour, and made a series of "reasonable" deductions.

The possibility of sleepwalking is not low, but it is more likely that she had poor study habits and that the book was taken down without her noticing before.

As a woman of action, Bai Ling never procrastinates and always wants an answer to her questions on the spot.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, Bai Ling walked up to Mu An in a few steps, took out a piece of paper, and began to write on it.

"Did I sleepwalk yesterday?"

Strange question. Is there something wrong with the little girl from the Bai family's brain?

Mu An glanced at the words on the paper and shook his head.

It was obvious to the naked eye that Bai Ling relaxed a lot.

As long as he's not sleepwalking!

She picked up the brush and continued writing.

"After I fell asleep on the floor yesterday, didn't you even think to carry me to bed or cover me with a blanket or anything? We've known each other for almost a year now, isn't that incredibly heartless?"

After writing these words, Bai Ling stared intently at Mu An, as if she could use her "sharp" gaze to see if Mu An was lying.

She strongly suspected that Mu An had already seen through her disguise as a man, and that was why he hadn't carried her into the house because men and women shouldn't touch each other.

At the same time, Mu An's expression was also somewhat strange.

"Asleep? Does this girl not realize she's gone mad with qi?"

Mu An had always known that the Bai family members had rather peculiar thought processes, such as Bai Mengran, who was always seducing people, and Bai Xi, who was always playing exciting games with Ye Lin.

If two terrestrial deities are like this, then the bloodline of this family is probably not very "clean".

But he never expected that he would be able to hold his own against a junior member of the Bai family, whose unique way of thinking was comparable to that of his ancestors.

He almost died but still thought he was dreaming.

With that kind of brain, he might go mad again in a few days and end up stuck at home.

……

That won't do. We're still halfway to our goal of selling it for five hundred taels of silver. Bai Ling can't die now.

Thinking about it, Mu An glanced at Bai Ling with disdain and shook her head at her.

He picked up a pen and drew a human figure on the paper, then emphasized the location of the heart meridian by making two dots.

After doing all this, he wrote a line of text under Bai Ling's dumbfounded gaze.

"Bai Mengran's cultivation method is not suitable for you. If you don't want to die, you can try switching to the path of literature."

After writing this line, Mu An casually pulled two books from his sleeve and pushed them in front of Bai Ling.

One is Wang Pingshan's "On the Great Peace of the World", and the other is Zhuangzi's "The Book of Great Harmony".

The former is more realistic, while the latter is more idealistic. Both are the most outstanding classics in literature and art, and their complete versions can only be found in a very few places.

After finishing these tasks, Mu An lowered her head again and began reading, completely ignoring Bai Ling's near-collapse expression.

"You...you...you you you..."

"This...this...this...this..."

As if she had suddenly mastered the art of face-changing, Bai Ling's facial expressions changed seven or eight times in a short period of time.

Her cheeks flushed red, and she slammed her hand on the table, but then suddenly realized something was wrong and hurriedly withdrew her hand.

After taking several deep breaths, Bai Ling lowered her eyes and stammered out her words.

"Bai Mengran is my ancestor's name, how do you know that? And these two books... who exactly are you?"

Mu An ignored her and continued reading.

Bai Ling, however, was still relentless. Her face flushed red, and her usually bright eyes widened as she stared at Mu An.

Seeing that Mu An ignored her for a long time, she asked in a low voice, almost in tears.

"You're not mute? And you're not deaf?"

Hearing this, Mu An put down his hand, looked at Bai Ling, and asked in return.

"Mute? Deaf?"

Upon suddenly hearing Mu An speak, Bai Ling felt as if a sharp arrow had pierced her small heart, leaving her completely bewildered.

At that moment, Bai Ling's mind was filled with the words "mute" and "deaf".

Overwhelmed with shock, she forgot who Mu An was and felt that her pure heart had suffered the greatest blow of her life.

She's neither mute nor deaf, so what has all her efforts over the past year amounted to?

Over the past year, she has gone to great lengths to communicate with Mu An through writing, carefully considering her words every day in order not to upset him.

To help Mu'an survive, she used her pocket money to buy food on the street, always bringing meals back for others, and even took time at home to learn how to cook...

result……

Like a drowning person clutching at a last straw, Bai Ling asked her final question in an almost hesitant tone.

"You're not sick? And you didn't come here as a refugee?"

Mu An felt increasingly strange, and his gaze towards Bai Ling changed to that of someone looking at an idiot.

Poor little girl, is she suffering from schizophrenia? This illness is even more severe than her ancestors'.

Thinking about it, Mu An shook her head and pointed to the gate not far away.

Just then, a guest walked in.

"I saved your life, so it's only fair that you help me sell some things."

After saying that, Mu An stood up and patted Bai Ling's stiff shoulder.

"Go ahead, once we've sold the goods worth five hundred taels, we'll be even."

A mix of countless complex emotions overwhelmed Bai Ling, who herself didn't know how she left the counter.