However, because the ground was earthen and already full of pits and hollows, making the chairs even wouldn't make any difference.
Li Zhiyuan took a seat opposite Zhou Yong, with Run Sheng on his left and Tan Wenbin on his right.
The woman and the girl headed to the kitchen.
Soon, sounds of a bellows being cranked and spatulas clashing came from the kitchen.
But no light from a fire or steam from cooking could be seen at the kitchen doorway.
Zhou Yong, seated in his chair, had his head half-lowered.
"Drip, drop, drip, drop, drip, drop..."
It was the sound of pus incessantly dripping from the corner of his eye.
Due to the uneven muddy ground easily forming small puddles, a more distinct "drip-drop" sound soon followed.
Li Zhiyuan extended his hand to Run Sheng, who understood and grasped it.
Li Zhiyuan bowed his head, attempting to transition to the Underworld realm once again.
