Eternal Life: I Can Sell Everything

Jiao Zuo bent down and placed Mr. Gao into the black coffin.

This black coffin was Mr. Gao’s "bed"!

"Woof!" the tabby cat called out softly again, then began to move its paws, gesturing for everyone to leave.

It wanted everyone to leave the room and not disturb Mr. Gao’s sleep.

Song Ciwan’s gaze swept across the room as she carefully committed the scene to memory, especially the black coffin placed in the very center. There were patterns on the coffin that Song Ciwan found very familiar.

She noted everything carefully before following the others out of the room.

Leaving the eastern bedroom, the group returned to the main hall.

The tabby cat continued to herd them out, so everyone had no choice but to keep moving.

Of course, even if the tabby cat hadn’t been driving them out, no one really wanted to linger in a room filled with spirit tablets.

Eventually, the tabby cat chased the students into the small courtyard outside, where it let out a series of whimpers and barks at them.

No one understood cat or dog, so it was hard to tell what the tabby cat meant.

It was Xie Yunxiang who cautiously and tentatively asked, "Doggy, are you... telling us to wait in the courtyard for Mr. Gao to wake up?"

The tabby cat whimpered a few more times, a seemingly satisfied expression appearing on its feline face.

It seemed that was exactly what it meant!

After making its point, it swished its tail, held its head high, and with a single leap, the cat unlatched the courtyard gate.

It hopped over the threshold and lay down outside the gate, looking just like any loyal watchdog, and resumed its post.

For a moment, the students inside the courtyard could only look at each other, speechless.

It wasn’t that no one wanted to speak, but that everything they had just experienced was so bizarre and unsettling. Although their minds were racing, they found themselves at a loss for words.

Besides, even though Mr. Gao was asleep, the tabby cat outside the gate seemed to be able to understand human speech.

When it came to things in a Deceitful Realm, no matter the species, it was always wise to be extra cautious.

Everyone stood with their own thoughts, exchanging glances. After a long moment of silence, Xie Yunchong suddenly said, "Mr. Gao has always worked hard. Now that he finally has a chance to sleep soundly, it’s our duty as students to watch over him. However..."

His tone shifted as he continued, "Shouldn’t we prepare some food for Mr. Gao, so he doesn’t wake up hungry?"

When Xie Yunchong spoke, some people looked confused, but others immediately understood his true meaning.

Yu Miaomiao responded instantly, her eyes lighting up. "You’re right. While we wait for Mr. Gao to wake up, we can’t just stand here idly. I know how to cook. Senior Brother Xie, let’s go find the kitchen right away."

The two played off each other, keeping an eye on the tabby cat outside the gate as they spoke.

The tabby cat didn’t stir.

And in this situation, no reaction was a good reaction.

After all, the group hadn’t escorted Mr. Gao home just for the sake of getting him home.

On one hand, according to the rules of this Deceitful Realm, Mr. Gao was the teacher and they were his students. They had to respect their teacher, so escorting him home was an expected part of their duty.

On the other hand, they were also hoping to find clues in the village or in Mr. Gao’s house that could help them break free of the Deceitful Realm.

No matter how strange a fully formed Deceitful Realm was, it had to have an underlying logic.

Without a certain logic, the Deceitful Realm would likely collapse on its own.

The key to breaking free of a Deceitful Realm was often finding a loophole in its logic, a weakness in its logic, or solving a puzzle related to its logic...

In short, there were many methods, but none of them could escape the constraints of that logic.

No one present was a fool; everyone understood the principle. It was just that some reacted faster than others. Some liked to take the lead, some liked to be in control, and others preferred to take advantage of the chaos...

A dozen or so people, yet dozens of different attitudes.

Song Ciwan appropriately took a backseat, standing silently to the side. The students exchanged glances, then scattered.

Since they couldn’t enter the main hall or Mr. Gao’s room, they used the excuse of looking for ingredients to thoroughly search the other buildings in the small courtyard.

The courtyard contained five tile-roofed brick houses. The other three rooms were a western living area, a kitchen, and a study to the east.

The eastern study was the focus of their investigation. Strangely, the room’s layout seemed perfectly normal.

Inside were three floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a carved desk. On the desk were an ink brush, inkstone, paper, and ink. A half-finished "Thousand Character Classic" was spread out on a sheet of paper in the middle.

Everyone examined the books on the shelves carefully. Most were primers, their pages frayed from frequent use, showing that the owner read them often.

What drew more attention was the small handful of military strategy books placed on the very top of the shelves.

A teacher in a small village actually had books on military strategy in his study!

Was this just random, illogical chaos, or was there some hidden meaning?

Every student flipped through these military books several times, but for the moment, no one found the hidden secrets they were expecting.

Next, they carefully searched the western living area.

The furnishings in the western living area were also "normal." It was fully furnished with a canopied bed, an Arhat couch, carved chests, tables, chairs, and embroidered stools.

Song Ciwan stared at the carvings on the chests for a few moments. Jiao Zuo walked up beside her and asked in a low voice, "Brother Xin, have you noticed anything?"

Song Ciwan said softly, "The patterns on these chests are about eighty percent similar to the ones on the black coffin over there, and they both look familiar to me. But I can’t remember where I’ve seen them before."

’It’s not that my memory is poor; it’s as if a thick fog is clouding my senses and recollections.’

Jiao Zuo was taken aback and muttered, "You find the patterns familiar, Brother Xin? Strange, I find them familiar too..."

’Jiao Zuo finds them familiar too?’

Song Ciwan looked at him, and they both saw the same grave doubt in each other’s eyes.

Just then, Yu Miaomiao found rice, flour, and vegetables in the kitchen.

Yu Miaomiao’s happy voice called out, "Perfect! I’ll make some vegetable congee for Mr. Gao!"

Outside, the tabby cat suddenly started to cry out.

Just as everyone’s heart skipped a beat, a coarse, elderly female voice sounded from outside the courtyard.

The voice was familiar to them all; it seemed to belong to the white-haired old woman they had met by the river.

She called out cheerfully from a distance, "Well now, doggy, you’re guarding the gate! Such a good dog! Come, come, look what I brought for you! These are meat pies! Go on, eat up, eat up!"

The tabby cat: "WOOF! WOOF!"

It barked a few times, but the white-haired woman coaxed, "Good doggy, you must be hungry. Eat up now. You need your strength to keep watching over your master, don’t you?"

After a bit more coaxing, the tabby cat stopped barking. The white-haired woman’s voice held a smile. "Good, that’s very good. Hey, no need to rush, no need to rush. Good doggy, these pies are all for you. Eat, go on and eat!"

The tabby cat actually ate the pies the white-haired woman brought!

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