The Prodigal Son

Qin Yu ultimately failed to give Ning Huang and the others a clear explanation.

He understands these things himself.

Afterwards, they searched the surrounding area carefully, but found little to no results.

Just as they were about to search in another place, a soldier excitedly reported that they had discovered some mural patterns there.

Without further ado, the men immediately followed the soldiers over.

Before long, they arrived at the place where the soldiers had discovered the mural patterns.

This is a collapsed stone house.

When they arrived, the squad of soldiers had already carried out and pieced together the broken stone slabs with murals.

It must be said that, spurred on by the reward, these soldiers are indeed reliable in their work.

The stone slabs were clearly finely polished.

Although many years have passed, the patterns on the stone slab are still clearly visible, though they look somewhat simple.

The image on the stone slab shows some people kneeling on the ground in worship, while the object of their worship is floating in mid-air.

The object they were worshipping was surrounded by four sun-like luminous objects behind them, and a flying saucer-like object was suspended above their heads.

Looking at this image, Qin Yu instantly understood.

That saucer-like thing must be the so-called flying machine in the form of a deity.

Those four suns are most likely the light-emitting devices of the spacecraft!

The ancestors of the Wind Clan could not comprehend such high-tech things, which is why they presented themselves in this form.

It's now basically confirmed.

There are no gods!

So-called gods are nothing more than people who possess higher technology or... civilizations!

Qin Yu glanced at them briefly before asking the others, "Are there any other murals here?"

"there is none left."

Everyone shook their heads.

Qin Yu: "Alright, I keep my word. I've got it. Ten taels of silver for each person in your group!"

"Thank you, Lord Qin!"

Everyone was overjoyed and felt an inexhaustible energy. They immediately began searching the surrounding area again before it got dark.

Qin Yu sat down in front of the mural and began to observe it carefully.

However, the mural is rather simple, and only a small part of its content can be discerned.

Qin Yu was not disappointed.

As it turned out, their previous search involved fewer people, limited the search area, and prevented them from conducting a thorough search.

There are definitely many things that have been overlooked.

If one mural can be found, there is a possibility of finding more murals, or even writing!

At least some things have been confirmed so far.

If we can discover more things, setting aside the almost mythical story of the Wind Clan's ancestors, and interpret it using his understanding, we might be able to glean more useful insights.

At night, the temperature here is still a bit lower than during the day.

Qin Yu and his companions ate some dry rations, found a spot, lit a campfire, laid down some dry grass, and rested.

Many soldiers even lit torches and fought through the night in order to receive the reward promised by Qin Yu.

Their enthusiasm made Qin Yu feel somewhat ashamed.

Although Qin Yu's eyes were closed, his mind did not stop.

He compiled what he had learned about the Wind Clan from various sources and tried to interpret it scientifically.

He estimated that the so-called divine bestowal of power upon the Wind Clan ancestors was mostly due to the provision of special potions that could unleash their potential.

Or perhaps, those special drugs were spilled on them when the spacecraft crashed.

That's why the saying "bathing in divine blood" came about.

The reason why those warriors bathed in "divine blood" went mad was likely due to the side effects of the drug.

The terrifying giant python they encountered earlier was probably also related to this drug.

Perhaps Boshan, having seen through everything, warned future generations not to believe in so-called gods and instead regarded the original gods as demons.

If we follow this line of thought, many things seem to make sense.

Qin Yu was still pondering.

Nan Que'er and the others knew that Qin Yu was not asleep, but no one made a sound to disturb him.

Ever since retrieving the so-called fragments of the immortal treasure, Qin Yu has been acting strangely.

Clearly, Qin Yu knew the truth about some things.

But they didn't understand why Qin Yu wouldn't tell them the truth, but instead told them in a joking way.

Each of them was lost in their own thoughts and unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

That night, Qin Yu had a very long dream.

It was as if he had traveled through time and space, returning to a long time ago.

He piloted the aircraft, ejecting just as it was about to crash into the divine pool, and descended from the sky with a parachute on his back.

The ancestors of the Wind Clan witnessed his impressive maneuver and knelt down in reverence before him.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he bestowed power upon the ancestor of the Wind Clan…

Later, a great drought struck the land, and the ancestors of the Feng tribe prayed to him for rain.

So, he somehow acquired a high-tech weapon, slung it over his shoulder, and fired dry ice projectiles into the sky.

As the rain poured down, the ancestors of the Wind Clan cheered continuously.

He stood in the pouring rain, hands on his hips, laughing loudly...

Splash...

A ladle of water was suddenly poured over Qin Yu's head.

Qin Yu, who was laughing with his hands on his hips just a second ago, suddenly opened his eyes with a start, subconsciously wiping the water off his face, and saw Ning Huang and the other two standing in front of him.

Ning Huang and Nan Que'er looked at him with amusement, while Qi Dachui held a gourd-shaped water ladle in his hand.

What are you doing?

Qin Yu looked at Qi Dachui with a speechless expression.

Qi Dachui glanced at Ning Huang, then silently lowered his head. "I think Thirteenth Young Master seems to be possessed, so I..."

"I……"

Qin Yu was speechless. "When did I become possessed?"

"Aren't you possessed?"

Nan Que'er looked at Qin Yu reproachfully, "You've been shouting and yelling the whole time, and you haven't responded at all..."

They originally wanted to wake Qin Yu up directly, but Qi Dachui stopped them, saying that a possessed person cannot be woken up directly, otherwise they would go insane or something like that.

Then, Qi Dachui went and got half a ladle of cold water, splashed some on his face.

But instead of waking up, he kept grinning foolishly.

Ning Huang lost his patience and grabbed Qi Dachui's hand, pouring a bucket of cold water on it.

As it turned out, Ning Huang's method was the most reliable.

Wouldn't Qin Yu return to normal after this bucket of cold water?

Hearing Nan Que'er's words, Qin Yu couldn't help but feel secretly ashamed.

Depend on!

No wonder he was bathing in a torrential downpour in his dream.

It turns out that Qi Dachui was splashing water on his face!

Sigh, what you think about during the day, you dream about at night!

Thinking about these trivial things has made me a little obsessed.

"It's just a dream, what do you mean by being possessed?"

Qin Yu gave an awkward smile, then asked curiously, "What did I shout?"

When Qin Yu asked him this question, the three of them looked at him with strange expressions.

A moment later, Nan Que'er, with a playful expression, imitated Qin Yu's appearance in the dream, opening her arms wide: "Ah, my people, let your father grant you strength! Let your father lead you to witness the glory of this era, let your father show you how to be cool and take you flying..."

"Pfft! Cough cough..."

Qin Yu turned his head to one side and coughed frantically, wishing he could disappear into a crack in the ground...