Sword Casting Manor, at the foot of the mountain.

"The weather is getting worse."

Ning Zheng looked up at the night sky, feeling the oppressive Yin Qi, and even the stars had disappeared.

But Ning Zheng knew it wasn't the stars that disappeared.

It was the thick Yin Qi in the world that obscured the stars.

Others might feel cold or even feel the Yin Qi entering their bodies, but Ning Zheng felt a certain warmth.

Probably because of his Yin Spirit Root.

The Sword Fairy seemed to mention it before; now she is likely engaged in some new robbery with Gui Pu?

I wonder what good stuff they are robbing?

Can the Sword Fairy, this insider spy, help me get some benefits afterward?

Having a weapon as our spy sure feels nice.

He thought of various things.

Tonight is so dark, it makes Ning Zheng uneasy as he has never experienced the Red Sun before.

"Tonight, why don't we stay up all night?" After dinner, Su Yuniang suggested.

"Why?" Ning Jiaojiao widened her eyes.

"A historic moment."

In the courtyard, Su Yuniang sat on a wicker chair, pointing at the celestial anomaly tonight:

"Tomorrow's Red Sun, the Saints will grant amnesty to the world, how can we not stay up all night to witness this historic moment? It happens only once every one hundred and fifty years... It's like good sisters staying up late to watch a meteor shower!"

She suddenly covered her mouth.

Meteor showers; this world seems not to allow such casual talks.

The last time, two big meteors with two big eyeballs scared them.

If heavy meteors shower, and they are all eyeballs embedded in the sky, wouldn't it equate to a sky full of Immortal Gods descending, Celestial Generals battling my Huaguo Mountain?

Our manor doesn't have Sun Wukong to resist!

Of course, if we raised the embers of a super Sun Wukong, it's not impossible for our manor to have a great battle against numerous Immortal Gods.

The Emperor's turn this year comes to me.

"Cough, cough, cough, anyway, witnessing something that happens once a century is still nice," Su Yuniang added.

"Makes sense." Ning Jiaojiao nodded adorably.

Su Yuniang took out her barbecue grill and various ingredients, "Come, let's skewer them."

Ning Zheng, without any airs, joined in skewering the meat, finding family barbecue quite interesting.

Enjoying the pleasure of the barbecue.

Quickly, Ning Jiaojiao cut a large piece from the Meat Field, marinated River Demon meat with various spices and rice.

"Grab your stuff, we're off! Let's picnic outside." Su Yuniang led the team, carrying the meat out the door.

They all gathered on a hillside far from the prison construction site.

In the distance, lights were bright.

The diligent Axe Brother, along with a group of villagers, were building houses overnight.

Following Su Yuniang's instructions.

Now, it's two shifts of rotating schedules, allowing villagers to work tirelessly at night.

Each was staying up late, working hard, moving bricks, chopping wood.

The selected villagers were quite simple; those with moral issues were sent to the inn, so there weren't any lazy schemers.

On the hillside.

Ning Jiaojiao placed the barbecue grill on the ground, went to fetch some large stones to use as a stove and pointed at the construction site below:

"Do people have to work at night? They look exhausted; why don't we barbecue down at the site?"

Su Yuniang shook her head, "Barbecuing at the site would tempt them with the aroma while they work, wouldn't it provoke their appetite? Do we really want to share with them?"

"There are so many workers, totally not enough to share. Share with half, not share with half, people will have opinions; the best solution is not to share."

"Why don't we just barbecue at home?" Ning Jiaojiao curiously asked, "Since we're not sharing with the villagers working on the site, why are we here at the site to watch them barbecue, is it to oversee the night work?"

"Of course not, they can work diligently without oversight; I trust my interviewer's standards."

Su Yuniang expressed that though scholars in this world might be treacherous, most of the lower-class commoners were honest and couldn't deceive her.

"We're here mainly to watch them toil at night, sweating profusely and panting heavily, while we are above enjoying wine, barbecue, cigars, and feel happy."

Su Yuniang spoke with a solemn expression:

"Smiles, such things, can only transfer!"

"Today, as the prison chief, I'm going to let you experience the fun of being a capitalist."

"Absorb the smiles of those staying up late for overtime work, onto the boss's face."

"Furthermore, I'll take you to visit the prison later, interrogate and question the prisoners, letting you witness the might of me as the prison chief."

Ning Jiaojiao seemed to understand: "Su Yuniang sister seems to have become important."

Ning Zheng silently started barbecuing, ignoring her rambling nonsense.

At first, she pretended to be a lady, pure and cute university student, now she was becoming increasingly crazy, revealing her true nature.

He found Su Yuniang really knows how to play; fishing, barbecuing, this is life, his life has become much better than before.

This is what is called reclusion, what is called enjoyment.

"It's cooked."

Ning Zheng picked up a skewer of meat, "Let Jiaojiao have it first."

Su Yuniang took out her tools: "By the way, shall we stay up late and play poker? Or how about a tense and exciting airplane game?"

Thus, Ning Zheng ate the barbecue, played cards with them all night while monitoring the work.

He felt that not only here couldn't sleep, but in Pingchang City, and even in other cities, the residents were having a sleepless night.

Because they had to prevent the fiercest riots tonight, the Hundred Ghosts' Night Wonders, only able to hide at home with weapons, trembling in fear, anxiety, and terror...

Outside the residents are certainly less carefree at barbecue than themselves.

"Before the dawn of eternal night, who knows how many will die." Ning Zheng sighed.

But it's a meaningless lament, hiding in the deep mountains, a mere junior cultivator, can do nothing.

Even the Earth-bound Spirits sheltered by the officials here began to riot gradually at night.

For example.

The construction site villagers in the distance, each with crimson faces, were somewhat agitated.

There's no doubt that if there were a living person here, it would certainly provoke their frenzy, rouse their violent nature, and rush forth.

Unfortunately, Ning Zheng's Yin Spirit Root simulated a deceased aura, so they sensed nothing.

"Interestingly enough, the riot actually made them work harder, moving bricks with more vigor."

Ning Zheng whispered, looked at the construction site, then glanced at the two women beside him; their eyes were red, and they ate the meat faster.

Ning Zheng quickened his barbecue pace.

After confirming that the Red Sun here basically wouldn't encounter danger and could safely pass a peaceful night, Ning Zheng relaxed.

Still lucky!

If in an adventure novel, a Red Sun incident like this, the protagonist might not be chased and have to flee...

Like Gui Pu taking risks with life, unlike himself so relaxed?

He prided himself on being steady!

Thinking about Gui Pu's life-threatening adventure that night, comparing his own joyful barbecue... Suddenly understood Su Yuniang's meaning.

Happiness is a result of comparison.

No comparison means no happiness.

"But it's somewhat unethical."

Ning Zheng shook his head, feeling led astray by them, and checked the forum.

He noticed people were still chatting and posting water posts around one or two in the morning:

[Oh, what should I do, tomorrow's Red Sun, Saint will grant world amnesty, I can log in, I can't sleep.]

[I also can't sleep, waiting for the eight o'clock login, I want to see the Saint's entrance cutscene, world amnesty, settle the Nine-State, I want to see the stars!]

[You bunch of paying players, boasting at night without sleeping, damn it.]

Tsk!

This beastly Water Army is truly beyond reason.

For the sake of gaming, it's as if there's no nightlife, staying up for login.

The cold wind blows! ~

With the barbecue, time slipped by minute by minute, winter gradually receded, and the reddish in the eyes of Su Yuniang and Ning Jiaojiao slowly faded.

Even the construction site workers in the distance stopped rioting so fiercely and continued to work as if nothing had happened.

As daylight began to brighten, a ray of light slowly cast on their faces.

Morning, eight o'clock.

Ning Zheng felt that despite the perilous night before the Red Sun, it was just a night of thrilling barbecue, calculated the time and released the third batch of blacksmiths logging in.

A group of ragged human race men and women opened their eyes, finding themselves appearing on the manor.

[Oh my God.]

[These pixels, this frame rate.]

[It's breathtaking, feels like a dream.]

With a cheer, some immediately bent down to eat dirt.

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