Tree Hole Self-Rescue Guide

Why did it suddenly start to rain heavily? This should have been a different timeline...

"Hey, Ye Zhiqiu, quickly bandage your wound and don't let the blood spread in the air, then come and help me."

The electronic music of Tongyiba sounded, calling the dazed man back to his senses.

"Who are you and how do you know me?"

Ye Zhiqiu said this as he squatted down to treat his wound. It was strange that his blood was red.

"Me, you don't recognize me, I am Tongyiba. Am I not your best friend in the Gou Dai General Administration?"

Tongyiba's body slowly recovered and returned to its original position.

"Oh, former boss, I have successfully retired. The only relationship between you and me is to pay my pension and various vacation travel reimbursements."

This was the first time Ye Zhiqiu saw Tongyiba's original form. Wasn't this an old TV from the 1980s? Gou Dai was really stingy. There was a reason why his eldest son had no wife until now.

"You didn't summon me here, did you? Let me make it clear that if you want my help, you have to pay me."

Ye Zhiqiu stretched his left hand towards the center of the TV screen, leaving a finger's distance, and rubbed his thumb and index finger back and forth.

"It's not me. I didn't do anything. Even if I pulled Pei Qiubai in, I wouldn't bring you here..."

Tongyiba didn't really want to chat with this former colleague. In the past, he relied on his master to get benefits from Ye Baopi, but now he should just be a TV.

"So you brought someone else in? Let me guess who it is?"

Ye Zhiqiu pinched the antenna of Tongyiba with his fingers and increased the force, causing some pictures to randomly pop up on the screen of Tongyiba.

"It's my sister."

Ye Zhiqiu overturned the TV to the ground and tossed Tongyiba back and forth more than ten times.

Tongyiba was angry but dared not say anything. It was not until Ye Zhiqiu was tired and calmed down and sat aside staring at the antenna that Tongyiba dared to speak.

After describing the whole process, Ye Zhiqiu became even angrier.

"If I had that ability, would I be trapped here and unable to get out? Yes, how did you get here?"

Tongyiba was also confused.

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"I'm not sure, but my wrist felt hot and a dark green bracelet seemed to appear on it and light up for a second. Now it's gone again."

Ye Zhiqiu shook his empty wrist to show it to Tongyiba.

Tongyiba's screen went blue, and he didn't even bother to display an ellipsis. Flames of various colors were common in the underworld, but the only one who could rank among the most famous green karma fires was the god who was born with the karma fire in front of him.

I was indeed slack and actually forgot such an important thing. If it were any other master of the karmic fire, there would still be room for negotiation. It would be easier to go out, but with this person here, Tongyiba is even more convinced that he can't get out. Maybe he would rather be trapped here with Mo Zhichun.

Who will take this naughty kid who is obsessed with his sister into his life? Why wasn't it Pei Qiubai who came in? At least Pei Qiubai was reasonable when it came to Mo Zhichun's affairs.

When Mo Zhichun arrived at the square with the little Taoist priest in the afternoon, he saw a man and a machine staring at him eagerly. Ye Zhiqiu's colorless eyes were shining, and when he saw Mo Zhichun and the little Taoist priest holding hands, Ye Zhiqiu frowned and looked at each other, shooting a cold arrow at the dirty child.

Be brave, who gave you the courage? Can you hold my sister's hand? I didn't hold her hand many times when I was a child.

"Sister, how come your child has grown so big while I was sunbathing in Spain?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the boy in the Taoist robe, who looked about 70% like his sister. This shouldn't be the case. Didn't Pei Qiubai say that he didn't want a third party to disturb the world of two between him and his sister?

As expected, a man's mouth is deceiving. However, it seems that Pei Qiubai's genes are not very good. The nephew looks like the uncle. If you look closely, this child looks a lot like himself, but I can't see any similarities between him and Pei Qiubai. Could it be that this child is not Pei Qiubai's?

Ye Zhiqiu's eyes suddenly became excited when he looked at Mo Zhichun, and he lit a row of candles in his heart for Pei Qiubai's number one rival in love. It seemed that he would have a good show to watch in the future.

"Don't you feel familiar with him when you look at him?" Mo Zhichun took the boy to sit in front of the TV, let the boy sit between himself and Ye Zhiqiu, and sat on the right side of the boy, turning his head to talk to Ye Zhiqiu.

"Yeah, do you believe that he is a replica of you when you were a child? Except for the difference in gender, they really look alike."

Ye Zhiqiu poked the little boy's chubby cheek and recalled what Mo Zhichun looked like when she was a child. The more he looked, the more similar they looked. His sister was just as cute as this when she was a child.

The boy tilted his head, grabbed Ye Zhiqiu's left hand with both hands, and put his fingers into his mouth.

"It hurts, it hurts, my little nephew, please let go first. I was wrong. I shouldn't have touched you without your consent."

Ye Zhiqiu's face was distorted by pain, and two small green leaves were faintly emerging from his head. The faint green fire turned into a vine as thick as an arm, and stopped at a distance of a palm from the back of the boy's head. The boy did not react at all, and bit his finger harder until it bled. Only after hearing the crisp sound of the bone cracking did Mo Zhichun take action.

"Be good, don't put anything in your mouth casually. There are a lot of bacteria in it, and it will make you sick."

Mo Zhichun gently placed his hand on the boy's back, parting the green vines. The wooden bracelet gently detached, clapping lightly with the vines, and returned to Mo Zhichun's wrist bone.

The boy then withdrew his strength, tilted his head and said to Ye Zhiqiu: "I am your... uh... you... your father."

Ye Zhiqiu pulled his finger out of the boy's mouth with difficulty. There was a tooth mark on the knuckle of his index finger. There was no bleeding, but the bone was almost dislocated and broken. Can a child have such great strength?

Ye Zhiqiu didn't bother to think about why his fingers had recovered. He was furious when he heard this. He couldn't keep this little nephew. What did Pei Qiubai, that vixen, teach him every day? I don't know how to raise a child. He rolled up his sleeves and prepared to give his little nephew a lesson in ideological education.

Mo Zhichun put down his left hand that was covering the boy's mouth. Well, it's better to take advantage than to expose his identity.

The boy was puzzled and turned to look at Mo Zhichun on his right. Mo Zhichun lowered his head and moved slightly closer to the boy and whispered a few words to him.

"Yes, I am your father. Remember to take care of me in my old age, my good son."

The boy raised his dark little hand and patted Ye Zhiqiu's head, pressing his fluffy hair down. The faintly flashing green light was instantly swallowed up by the red light, as if it had never appeared.

Ye Zhiqiu had been used to being arrogant and domineering since he was a child, so he was not someone who could tolerate it. He rolled up his sleeves, squatted in front of the boy, performed a cleansing spell on himself and the dirty child, drew a barrier, and had a friendly exchange.

Children's thoughts must be educated from an early age. This is what Ye Zhiqiu learned in the previous dimension. As an uncle, this task is the first thing to bear.