The master of the Li family seemed to age ten years overnight.
People realized that the second young missus was nowhere to be seen, although it was rare for her to go out in the first place.
Meanwhile, the formerly idle third son became increasingly diligent, as if possessed.
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The mining area, a place of the unknown.
Tang Xian lay on the beach, listening to the faint sounds of the tide, sunbathing face-up with a satisfied expression.
However, the posture he assumed was like that of a dead man. He was motionless, as if dead.
Not far away in the underbrush, Tang Xiaojiu lay prone, anxiously watching Tang Xian.
Seagulls circled overhead in the sky.
Tang Xian adopted a spread-eagle sleeping pose.
His eyes fixed on the seagulls, he silently counted the numbers in his mind.
"45 now. It'll be 46 soon!"
"Eh, it jumped to 49 in an instant!"
"I bet that at 52, it'll definitely come down."
The data in his eyes reflected the seagull's current needs.
