Raising My Children With My Personal Spatial Ability

Chapter 3301: Chapter 3301: The Jar That Once Held Snacks

“But we don’t have any other jars.”

Min Yi spread his hands, indicating this was something they couldn’t help. They’d just arrived in Rock City and were still tied up in all sorts of ways—where were they supposed to find clean, unused jars?

Being able to find these wine jars was already pretty good.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, they’ve all been washed clean. I washed them with the people from the Bright Moon Sect at least three times, right?” As he spoke, he even shot a smug look at Second Senior Brother and the others from the Bright Moon Sect.

Only he could have come up with such a good idea. Otherwise, by the time the people from the Bright Moon Sect found clean jars, those ashes would’ve long since been blown away by the wind, right?

Even if they didn’t get blown away, if it suddenly rained one day, they’d be washed clean off the ground.

Once they were put into jars, who cared what kind of jars they were? As long as they could be preserved, it was fine.

The Sect Disciples of the Bright Moon Sect saw Min Yi looking their way and dropped their heads one after another, not wanting to speak.

If there had been any other way, who would be willing to use washed wine jars? But as things were, it was still acceptable—at least they hadn’t let these people’s ashes scatter to the wind.

“You should’ve said you needed jars earlier, I’ve still got plenty.”

Little Nuonuo walked out of the room with a yawn. Looking at the jars in the courtyard, he gave an exaggerated shiver at the sight of them all lined up, shining in the light.

“Even if they were used for snacks before, that’s still better than ones used for wine. You guys… mmph!”

Before he could finish, Qian Yizheng clapped a hand over his little mouth and scooped him up, carrying him away.

This little baby really shouldn’t keep talking. If he did, Qian Yizheng was afraid the souls of those Sect Disciples would jump out in fury and fight them three thousand rounds!

“Nuonuo, let’s go wash up. You must be hungry, right?”

With that, he left.

Second Senior Brother of the Bright Moon Sect watched the little baby being carried off and also let out a sigh of relief.

He was afraid that if the little baby hadn’t been taken away, he really would have pulled a few snack jars out of his Qiankun Bag and asked him to put these Sect Disciples’ ashes into them.

“Oh, oh, I just happen to be hungry.”

Little Nuonuo, being carried away, still glanced back at the jars in the courtyard.

“We’d better move these jars away as soon as possible. If we leave them here, they’ll be discovered very quickly,” Min Yi said, looking at the jars.

The wine jars were filled with powdery stuff—just smash one open and you’d know. What’s more, them staying in this residence was like being invisible; they couldn’t allow anyone to know they were here.

All of a sudden having so many jars appear—anyone could tell something was off.

Last night, quite a few Evil Cultivation cultivators had come into the courtyard to patrol around. Although they hadn’t searched this place, the jars were far too conspicuous.

“There’s a hidden cellar in the courtyard where we cook. We can put them there for now,” Senior Sister Jun said.

“Let’s put them there then.”

With Second Senior Brother’s word, the matter was settled—they’d move them over right now so they wouldn’t be discovered.

By now, those Evil Cultivators they’d killed had probably already been found, and the city should be getting even more tense. They’d successfully drawn the attention of the Evil Cultivators.

It was just that, for the moment, those people could only speculate about their existence and had no way to track them down.

“Everyone come over and help move them. Be careful,” he called out to the people of the Bright Moon Sect, reminding them at the same time.

“We know, we know, Second Senior Brother, don’t worry. We definitely won’t drop any of these jars.”

Fifth Senior Brother answered. The jars were holding the ashes of deceased Sect Disciples. Even if they were technically of the same generation, the respect due to them still had to be shown.