These few days, Li Zhiyuan's main activity was reading.
He ignored hint after hint from Grandma Liu; he didn't bother Alii, nor did he think about getting closer to seek contact and explanation.
Because he knew, pestering her incessantly would only be a senseless self-indulgence.
Alii went back to her room, shutting herself away again.
But Li Zhiyuan knew how to call her out again.
The last time the girl came out was because the Cat-faced Old Lady entered the house, so all he needed to do was to recreate the scene.
Li Zhiyuan didn't know if the Cat-faced Old Lady had dissipated, but even if the Niu family hadn't died yet, they were probably at death's door due to their children's filial piety.
The malevolence on the black cat was probably mostly dispersed, and the medicinal effect might not be strong enough.
Besides, even if he found it, it probably wouldn't dare come, fearing another encounter with a zombie inside the house.
