Chapter 247 "The Lost Pearl"
As expected, Zhang Qiuyan was read non-stop by Dongfang Lingjun after she returned. On the surface, she bowed her head and listened obediently, but in fact she didn't know where her mind had gone.
Others couldn't see it, but from Huo Xingchen's angle, he could just see her empty eyes. He thought it was a bit strange, as people are indeed multi-faceted.
The first day of the game passed without incident.
After dinner in the evening, Huo Yunjing took Huo Xingchen out for a walk again, making up for the walk he had missed halfway.
The night is like a natural shield, and you can do whatever you are embarrassed to do during the day. The whole family walked along and smelled the smell of blood. In this village where there are no animals, they wanted to know what was being killed.
After walking out of the village, Huo Yunjing asked: "Are you afraid?"
Huo Xingchen shook his head and said with some emotion: "I said that when I came out during the day, I felt that something was missing in the village. It turned out that there was a missing animal."
In addition to chicken and duck meat, the most common foods in rural areas also include cattle, pigs and dogs, but none of them were seen in this village. It must have been eaten up at the beginning of the disaster.
Huo Yunjing raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You are not a big man, but you speak in an old-fashioned way."
Huo Xingchen raised his chin, "Because I'm smart and mature!" After saying this, he quickly changed the subject, "They say the mountains depend on the mountains. They are so hungry, why don't they go to the mountains to find food?"
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Huo Yunjing shook his head, "Some deep-rooted thoughts are not so easy to change. Go back."
The next day, breakfast became bird eggs, wild fruits, and bird soup.
Gu Qingyin sighed while eating, "A nest of birds must be neat and tidy."
"This game doesn't seem to be difficult. How long should we play with him?" Zhang Qiuyan asked casually.
Huo Yunjing shook his head, "It's not that simple. When we first arrived, the villagers might still be waiting and watching, but they might come to us today."
Zhang Qiuyan was puzzled, "Why are you looking for us?"
Gu Ziqian sipped the soup one after another and said with a smile: "We'll find out later."
Zhang Qiuyan was about to leave after eating, but after hearing this, he sat back and waited for people from the village to come.
Sure enough, as soon as they finished clearing away the dishes, the courtyard door was banged.
It was really smashing, as if he was seeking revenge.
Everyone looked as normal, but no one opened the door. The old god sat there and waited for the follow-up.
The people outside the door were sure that there was someone inside. When no one opened the door, they immediately used another tool that they could use. It is conceivable that this was not the first time they had broken into someone else's house.
I don't know what they took, but Gu Qingyin heard their heavy breathing as she was sitting in the courtyard, as if they were carrying something particularly heavy, and then the courtyard door "clanged" and made a dull sound.
Immediately afterwards, there was a flash of golden light, and there was a cry of surprise from outside the door, accompanied by the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, followed by weak cries of pain.
The golden light that shrouded the courtyard flickered again like a demonstration, and then slowly disappeared.
The villagers had never seen such a thing before, and they were all surprised and confused. However, the thin old man in the leader had a pair of cloudy eyes flashing, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
After a moment, the old man ordered in a deep voice, "Go and ask the witch god to come over."
Of the people lying on the ground around him, no one stood up.
The old man stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, then rolled his sleeves and walked away. The people lying on the ground looked at each other and lay still on the ground. You are already so hungry that you have no strength, but you have to ask them to knock on the door and run errands. Only a fool would do it.
When the old man came back supporting an older man, they were almost asleep.
This older man is the shaman god in the village, a legendary being who can communicate with the true god. Normally, I don't have to do any work. I only occasionally help the villagers see a doctor, and I live off the sacrifices from each household every day.
During this period of time, people in the village don't have enough to eat, and the shaman god can't receive the sacrifices. They can only live on the food stored in the past. They have been in a panic recently, so the food stored in them is almost exhausted.
When the disaster first started, the villagers went to the witch god, but the witch god communicated with the true god several times, and the disaster did not end. Later, the witch god told them that they had offended the god and had been abandoned by the god.
The villagers were desperate. They had sacrificed their last livestock to the true God. Why did they offend the God?
If I had known...if I had known earlier, they wouldn't have offered sacrifices! That livestock was enough to feed them for a long time, and now it was all thrown into the fire and burned to ashes! I feel so sorry for them!
Seeing the Witch God coming, the villagers lying on the ground subconsciously stood up. Accumulated over generations, the prestige of the witch god in the hearts of the villagers is very high, and they dare not disrespect him.
The Witch God walked out of the courtyard without squinting, and passed his palm across the courtyard wall, and formations appeared one after another.
Dongfang Lingjun in the courtyard said softly, "Hey". He thought he was a trickster, but he didn't expect that he was actually quite capable.
"It's not a powerful formation. It can be broken quickly." A calm and slightly disdainful voice sounded outside the wall.
Dongfang Lingjun froze, feeling that his seriousness just now was a little funny.
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This person cannot be said to be capable, I can only say that he has some eyesight, but not much.
"Hey, I thought I had encountered a treasure in the ocean." Dongfang Lingjun shook his head mockingly.
Gu Ziqian lay on the rocking chair, swaying leisurely with his eyes closed, "If you are really capable, you will not be willing to be trapped in the village."
Gu Qingyin sat aside and continued to tie up the paper figurines that she had not finished yesterday. She glanced at him when she heard this, thinking that he was the least qualified to say this. He was very capable, but he liked to hide in the mountains to relax.
"Don't scold me in your heart." Gu Ziqian obviously didn't open his eyes, but he seemed to have seen through her and explained: "Although I am living in seclusion now, if you go out and ask, which heavenly master does not know my name?"
Gu Qingyin thought about it, and there was really no way to refute it.
Gu Ziqian is promiscuous enough to live in seclusion, but the one outside probably can't be promiscuous.
Gu Qingyin stopped thinking about it and lowered her head to concentrate on making the paper figurines. This was about to be done.
Huo Xingchen was curious about the people outside, so he moved a stool and started to climb up the wall. However, his body was too small, and he couldn't reach the wall even if he stepped on the stool.
He wrinkled his little face and looked around for something that could stand on his feet.
Before he could find him, Huo Yunjing came over, lifted him up to the wall, and said in a deep voice, "Sit tight."
Huo Xingchen quickly held on to the top of the wall, lowered his head and looked down and realized that the top of the wall was much higher than he thought. He was a little scared. But he still tensed his face and looked outside.
At this time, the Witch God was preparing something to break the formation.
Cinnabar, black dog blood, peach wood nails...
Huo Xingchen frowned. Is the cinnabar content too low? There are no dogs, so where does the black dog blood come from? It’s not aged, is it? The peach wood is quite new, but unfortunately it’s not necessary.
To sum up, what should be new is not new, what should be old is not old, and it is useless.
(End of chapter)