My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 33 The Man-Eating Rift

As the stones rolled endlessly forward, everyone stared wide-eyed in horror at the large crack in the ground ahead.

The few running at the very front had completely lost control of their tumbling downwards, watching helplessly as they slid towards the large crevice.

A lady from the Marquis of Enyi’s mansion screamed and wailed, desperately trying to shake off her husband’s hand that was grabbing her, crying out, “My Mianmian, Mianmian, Mianmian!”

Master Chang slapped his wife across the face, yelling, "If you want to die, don't drag the whole family down with you!"

"My daughter is beyond saving!"

"No, my Mianmian has only been awake for a short while, she can't be dead!"

"Don't you understand, Ah Yun? Everyone has their own fate. Our daughter was clearly mentally challenged for seventeen years, so how could she suddenly become lucid? This is a final burst of energy before death!"

I'm having a final burst of lucidity for your father! Your father is having a final burst of lucidity, and your whole family is having a final burst of lucidity.

Chang Mianmian felt her head buzzing, and instinctively felt that she was about to go through another bout of sleep deprivation.

I have a lot of quintessential Chinese culture in my heart that I just have to express.

She tumbled uncontrollably toward the bottomless crevice, watching helplessly as one of the escorts went to meet the King of Hell in the underworld before her...

She desperately rubbed her back against the ground to increase friction while trying to swim upwards with her belly, but the ground was too sloping and she couldn't control herself, sob sob.

She hates it so much!
She had almost figured out what was going on here and planned to start looking for their beloved team leader next.

She had an almost maniacal level of blind confidence in her captain. "If someone as incompetent as me could transmigrate like this, then of course the captain can too!"

But the initial plan hasn't even been implemented yet, so why is it going to fail again?

"You damned God, you've played me!" Chang Mianmian shakily raised her finger, and in the instant she rushed towards the great rift, she roared, "Captain!!! If you have a spirit, can you save Mianmian's dog life!"

I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but Chang Mianmian noticed that the thousand-foot-high cliff with its fissures, which was right next to her, was receding.

No, it's not an illusion, she's flying!
She soared freely in the sky, hooray!

Everyone present rubbed their eyes, wondering if they had gone crazy.
What did you just see?

The Han brothers, Han Zhao and Han Li, exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes.

Just now, they clearly sensed an unusual fluctuation from the direction of the large crack, as if a figure emerged from there and then quickly disappeared.

Then...then the Chang family's perpetually mentally challenged third young lady flew back with a howl.

Chang Mianmian fell to the ground with a "thud," staring blankly at the pair of legs that had moved in front of her.

My gaze followed those straight, long legs upwards.

Chang Mianmian looked at the delicate little face that had no expression on it.

The young lady is really pretty, but her eyes are cold, like she's looking at some lifeless thing.

"Who...who are you?" Chang Mianmian asked cautiously.

“Chang Mianmian~” Xin Nian pronounced these three words slowly and deliberately, with a rhythmic intonation.

After advancing to the third tier, her teleportation speed became outrageously fast.

Even if she uses it in front of others, teleporting back and forth is only a matter of a breath, and ordinary people's eyesight is not enough to catch her movements.

Therefore, everyone present only vaguely saw a ripple.

In their view, the air seemed to ripple gently across the large crack ahead, and then nothing happened.

Originally, the life and death of other people had nothing to do with her, a person who had experienced many apocalypses and was used to seeing life and death.

In that instant, she suddenly heard a familiar voice...

Chang Mianmian looked up at the little girl, her expression bewildered.

Hmm, that tone of voice... it sounds familiar. Xin Nian tilted her head, a half-smile on her face, "Chang Mianmian, I'm Xin Nian, nice to meet you."

Chang Mianmian's pupils dilated in shock, and she jumped up, pounced on the little girl, crying out, "Captain, Captain, Captain!"

That was the first thing the captain said to her when she joined the team! There's no mistaking it.

Every word matches perfectly, even the pauses are exactly the same.

Xin Nian disgustedly pulled the dirty girl away, her face expressionless. "You stink like a piece of shit that was pulled out of a latrine."

Chang Mianmian cried, not because her sister disliked her, but because she was overjoyed.

She was wrong; she shouldn't have cursed God. She takes it back immediately.

Family members, who can understand this feeling of surviving countless near-death experiences and then suddenly finding the organization and the Party? Waaah, she was happy again.

Xin Wenyuan carried his youngest son on his back and ran over with Xie Ninglan, glancing at his daughter and then at Chang Mianmian.

"Father, Mother, it's Chang Mianmian."

"Huh?" Xin Wenyuan opened his mouth wide, staring blankly at Chang Mianmian. "Little Chang?"

Chang Mianmian was also surprised.

"Uncle?" She glanced at Xin Wenyuan, then looked at Xie Ninglan. "Auntie?"

"Yes." The couple nodded repeatedly.

When you meet someone from your hometown in a foreign land, your eyes fill with tears, and the three hands clasp together again, wishing they could spin around on the spot.

At the same time, Madam Chang broke free from her husband's hand and rushed over, embracing Chang Mianmian and bursting into tears.

Chang Mianmian smiled awkwardly and introduced her mother to Xin Nian and the others.

The earthquake had stopped, but a deep crack appeared before them, extending far to the left and right.

Liang Guang looked extremely unwell and ordered his men to come forward to check on him. The guards, however, dared not get too close and only observed from a distance.

After taking stock, they found that a lot of things were missing. In their haste to run, the guards had thrown away some unimportant items, and even a cart used to transport the grain was lost.

Two of the escorts rolled down the crevice in the ground and died, as did two of the convicts. They were the ones who ran ahead and were fast, but they couldn't turn back in time and rolled down the slope and disappeared.

In addition to killing two bandits who led the escape earlier, the total number of casualties this time is as high as six.

After counting and tallying the heads, Liang Guang's face was beyond dark and gloomy.

The escort team consisted of forty-five men, and they had only been out of the capital for two or three days when they lost three of them. Among them, Gouzi died for unknown reasons, which was really not a good sign.

"Boss, we can't get any further ahead." The huge crack was at least three zhang wide, with loose rocks rolling in, and it was very likely to collapse again.

Going there would be suicide!

Liang Guang wasn't stupid; he knew his group's capabilities.

Going straight is not an option; we have to take a detour.

But this detour has taken a toll on time. He must get to Hengxian to complete the formalities within two days, otherwise he will be late and he will be implicated and punished as well.

"Boss, we ran in such a hurry that we lost not only a cartload of grain, but also quite a few shackles. Should we brothers turn back..."

Liang Guang looked serious, and after considering it carefully, he waved his hand and said, "There's no time to keep going back and forth. We need to go to Hengxian to replenish our supplies as soon as possible."

"We must reach Hengxian Post Station within two days!" Liang Guangzhong shouted angrily, making everyone's scalp tighten.

The team set off again, this time at a significantly faster pace, aiming to bypass the deep crevice in front of them.

(End of this chapter)