8 seemingly thick Golden Fingers

Although the old man from the Ye Family ultimately compromised, Mrs. Li's heart was still unbearably pained.

Such a cruel heart?

If not utterly craving, would Erya have gone as far as to strike someone for a bite to eat?

But now, Mrs. Li dared not speak these words, her heart brimming with sorrow.

There was no need to even think about consulting Mrs. He; she would surely not agree.

Mrs. He would rather see her and her daughter dead.

If she had even a shred of compassion, she wouldn't have beaten them to this state. Not satisfied with simply venting her anger, she even made Erya kneel at the front door in the cold wind, clearly wishing for Erya's death.

But what could she do? If there was to blame, it was her own body for failing to bear a son for the Ye Family. To blame, was Mrs. He's cruel heart. To blame, was the old man from the Ye Family's inaction!

Over by Ye Jiu, there was another flurry of activity. Her body was not strong to begin with, and this time, having her head struck only added insult to injury. Even the doctor dared not guarantee anything about her health, only suggesting to observe her condition for a few days.

After all, the head was no ordinary place; one wrong move could cost a life.

The old man from the Ye Family had initially agreed to let the doctor look after Ye Jiu and then plead for Erya, but after hearing from the doctor that Ye Jiu's condition was not good, he completely forgot the promise he made to Mrs. Li.

From within the main house, the intermittent screams of Mrs. He, piercing the heart, mixed now and then with accusations against the old man from the Ye Family, only chilled Mrs. Li's heart further in the firewood room.

Meanwhile, although Ye Jiu had fallen into a coma, she was not entirely unconscious; she simply could not control her waking up.

However, hearing Mrs. He's heart-wrenching screams, Ye Jiu's heart was equally in anguish. Only by submerging her consciousness into the plane trading space, cutting off the sounds from Mrs. He, could she feel somewhat better.

Indeed, not long after Ye Jiu was born, she discovered she possessed a plane trading space within herself. Although in the outside world she was physically impaired and speechless, within this space, there were no restrictions.

It was unfortunate that she could only enter the space in a soul body state each time.

The space had an area of about two hundred square meters and was two stories high, surrounded by silver-white walls, but Ye Jiu could not discern what material they were made of.

On one side of the space's walls, there was a plane trader. Ye Jiu knew that, using this device, one could connect to many different planes for trade.

Unfortunately, Ye Jiu currently had only one friend. Due to her physical condition, she couldn't obtain anything of value and thus had never conducted any trades.

When Ye Jiu first learned she inherently possessed a plane trader, she was initially very excited, but she later realized that although this 'Golden Finger' appeared powerful, paired with her frail body in reality, it was essentially useless.

Hanging on the trader's platform was a Jade Pendant. Ye Jiu learned after inheriting the trader that this Jade Pendant was originally the medium for the trader. However, now that the trader had fully integrated with her body, the Jade Pendant had been isolated and had become an ordinary piece.

The bottom of the trader had ten storage compartments, used for storing larger quantities of items. As long as the items were the same, they could be stored indefinitely. Unfortunately for Ye Jiu, this feature was utterly useless.

She did not even have a blade of grass in her hands, let alone anything to store.

Just as she was thinking, someone suddenly sent a message through the plane trader. Without looking, Ye Jiu knew who it was.