The metaphysical mother returns, and the villain son stands at attention

Chapter 247 "Lost Pearl in the Ocean"

As expected, after Zhang Qiuyan returned, Dongfang Lingjun kept nagging her. On the surface, she lowered her head and listened obediently, but in fact, she had been distracted for a long time.

Others couldn't see it, but from Huo Xingchen's perspective he could just see her empty eyes. He found it a bit strange. People are indeed multifaceted.

The first day of the game passed without any major incidents.

After dinner in the evening, Huo Yunjing took Huo Xingchen out for a walk again, making up for the previous walk that had been aborted halfway.

The night was like a natural cover, and all the things that were too embarrassing to do during the day could be done recklessly at night. The two of them, one big and one small, walked along the way and smelled blood several times. In this village without animals, it was easy to imagine what was being killed.

After they left the village, Huo Yunjing asked, "Are you scared?"

Huo Xingchen shook his head and said with some emotion: "I said that when I came out during the day, I felt that this village was missing something. It turned out that there were no animals."

In addition to chicken and duck, the most common animals in rural areas are cattle, pigs and dogs. However, there was not a single one seen in this village. I guess they were all eaten at the beginning of the disaster.

Huo Yunjing raised his eyebrows and laughed, "You are not that old, why do you speak so maturely?"

Huo Xingchen raised his chin and said, "Because I'm smart and mature early!" He quickly changed the subject and said, "People say that if you live in a mountain, you can eat from it. They are so hungry, why don't they go to the mountain to find food?"

Huo Yunjing shook his head. "Some deep-rooted ideas are not so easy to change. Go back."

The next day, breakfast became bird eggs, wild fruits, and bird soup.

Gu Qingyin sighed as she ate, "A nest of birds should be neat and tidy."

"This game doesn't seem to be difficult. How long do we have to 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. They might come looking for us today."

Zhang Qiuyan was puzzled, "Why are you looking for us?"

Gu Ziqian drank his soup in a disjointed manner and said with a smile, "You'll know in a moment."

Zhang Qiuyan was about to leave after dinner, but after hearing what was said, she sat back down and waited for the villagers to come.

Sure enough, just as they finished cleaning up the dishes, the gate to the courtyard was smashed.

It was really smashed, as if seeking revenge.

Everyone looked normal, except that no one went to open the door. They just sat there calmly waiting for what happened next.

The people outside the door were certain that there was someone inside, and when no one opened the door, they immediately changed to a more convenient tool - it was conceivable that this was definitely not the first time they had broken into someone else's house like this.

No one knew what they had taken. Gu Qingyin, who was sitting in the yard, could hear their heavy breathing, as if they were carrying something particularly heavy. Then the yard door slammed with 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 a heavy object falling to the ground, followed by a weak cry of pain.

The golden light covering the yard flashed again as if in protest, and then slowly disappeared.

The villagers had never seen such a thing before and were all shocked and confused. However, the skinny old man in the lead had a gleam in his cloudy eyes and no one knew what he was thinking.

After a moment, the old man gave an order in a deep voice, "Go and ask the witch god to come over."

There were people lying on the ground around him, and not a single one stood up.

The old man stood there awkwardly for a few seconds, then he left with a flick of his sleeves. The people lying on the ground looked at each other and lay still. They were already too hungry to move, and only a fool would ask them to knock on the door and run errands.

When the old man came back with an even older man, they were both almost asleep.

This older man is the village's witch god, who is said to be able to communicate with the true God. He doesn't have to do any work on weekdays, and only occasionally helps villagers see a doctor. He lives on the sacrifices from each household every day.

At this time, the villagers are not getting enough to eat, and the witch god cannot receive any sacrifices. They can only rely on the stored food to survive. They have been in a panic recently, so the stored food is almost gone.

When the disaster first happened, the villagers did go to find the witch god, but the witch god communicated with the true God several times and the disaster did not pass. Later, the witch god told them that they had offended the gods and were abandoned by them.

The villagers were in despair. They sacrificed their last animals to the true God, so how could they have offended God?

If they had known earlier... if they had known earlier, they would not have offered sacrifices! The animals were enough for them to eat for a long time, but now they are 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 stood up subconsciously. The witch god had a very high prestige in the hearts of the villagers, accumulated from generation to generation, and they dared not disrespect him.

The witch god walked to the outside of the yard without looking around, and his palm swept across the outside of the courtyard wall, and a series of array patterns appeared.

Dongfang Lingjun in the courtyard let out a light "Eh!". He had thought that this was a swindler or some kind of sorcerer, but he didn't expect that he actually had some skills.

"It's not a powerful formation and it can be broken quickly." A calm and slightly disdainful voice came from outside the wall.

Dongfang Lingjun froze, feeling that his seriousness just now was a little funny.

This person cannot be said to be capable, but he has some vision, but not much.

"Oh, I thought I had come across a hidden gem." Dongfang Lingjun shook his head in self-mockery.

Gu Ziqian lay in the rocking chair, swaying leisurely with his eyes closed, "If I were really capable, I wouldn't be willing to be trapped in the village."

Gu Qingyin sat aside and continued making the paper figure that she had not finished yesterday. She glanced at him when she heard the words and thought that he was the least qualified to say such words. He had a lot of skills, but he just liked to hide away in the mountains.

"Don't scold me in your heart." Gu Ziqian didn't open his eyes, but he seemed to have seen through her. He explained: "Although I am now in seclusion, go out and ask, which heavenly master doesn't know my name?"

Gu Qingyin thought about it and agreed. There was really no way to refute it.

Gu Ziqian has lived in seclusion for a long time, but the one outside probably can’t live that long.

Gu Qingyin didn't think any more and lowered her head to concentrate on making the paper figure, which would be done soon.

Huo Xingchen was curious about the people outside, so he moved a stool and tried to climb up the wall. However, his body was too small, and he couldn't reach the wall even with the stool.

He frowned and looked around for something to stand on.

Before he could find it, Huo Yunjing came over, lifted him up to the top of the wall, and solemnly told him, "Sit down."

Huo Xingchen quickly held onto the top of the wall, and when he looked down, he realized that the wall was much higher than he thought. He was a little scared, but he still kept his face tense and looked outside.

At this time, the Witch God was preparing things to break the formation.

Cinnabar, black dog blood, peach wood nails...

Huo Xingchen frowned. Was the cinnabar content too low? There was no dog, so where did the black dog blood come from? Could it be aged? The peach wood was quite new, but it was unnecessary.

To sum up, what should be new is not new, and what should be old is not old, so it is useless.

(End of this chapter)