Please control me, my divine being!

Chapter 117 The Gift of Spirit Rice from the Delivered Son

Gu Qinghan hid behind a big tree, watching the procession pass by in front of him.

The entire procession was hidden in the mist, appearing and disappearing intermittently. If an ordinary person with poor eyesight saw this scene, they might really think it was a procession of gods or a celestial ceremonial procession.

But Gu Qinghan could see it all clearly at that moment.

These people, who beat drums and carried coffins, all had vines and roots growing on their bodies, and some even had flowers and fruits growing inside them, as if plants had grown inside their bodies.

Gu Qinghan's first thought was Zhang Qi.

This fellow, cultivated into a great medicinal herb by the Hundred Herbs Hall, had its body used as soil nutrients, solely to nourish a precious medicinal plant.

But the people in the team seemed to be in a different situation than him.

Although she didn't want to move forward, she quietly crouched down and kept getting closer to the group.

This is the Celestial Venerable controlling her body... Gu Qinghan understood.

Based on previous events, unless it was a critical moment, the Celestial Venerable would never have directly descended his power to take over her body.

"It seems there's a big problem in Songziwan."

Gu Qinghan narrowed his eyes slightly.

As the distance shortened, she could see more clearly: this procession was not just a simple ostentatious display; they kept taking out rice-grain-sized objects and throwing them at the surrounding land and houses.

While throwing the rice, they chanted, "May the God of Children grant you grace and bestow this sacred rice upon every household, so that you may have many children and grandchildren and a prosperous family in the coming year."

Gu Qinghan did not move forward any further.

Hearing these words made her feel even more uncomfortable.

Aside from these outsiders, there are almost no local women in Songziwan; every household is full of old bachelors.

There are no women of any age, as if the people here only have one gender.

How can one have many children and grandchildren, and a thriving family?

This grand procession marched from the east entrance of the village to the west end, finally disappearing from sight as it headed towards the Buddhist temple on the back mountain.

It seems they will not only wander around Songziwan, but also go to the Buddhist temple in the back mountain, and may even go to several other villages in the surrounding area, with a very wide range of activities.

Gu Qinghan didn't know what was inside the sedan chair, but it probably wasn't someone to be trifled with.

She moved to the side and picked up the spirit rice from the ground.

Unlike ordinary rice grains, this spirit rice is entirely black, plumper and longer, and has a musty smell, like rice that has been left out for a long time and has become moldy and smelly.

Gu Qinghan brought it to his lips and sniffed it.

As she became more accustomed to the zombie body, her sense of smell was no longer as dull as before, but became exceptionally sensitive.

"It really is moldy, but this musty smell carries a faint scent of cosmetics—" Gu Qinghan felt that there was a great deal of danger involved and did not want to get involved, but even though the procession of the Prince of Song had left, her body remained motionless.

This was the first time Gu Qinghan had encountered such a situation, and he couldn't help but call out in his heart, "Your Majesty the Heavenly Venerable?"

She had never encountered a deity who frequently interacted with believers and constantly bestowed divine power upon them before. Now that this situation had occurred, she felt somewhat flustered, wondering if she had somehow displeased the deity.

Could it be because I haven't offered sacrifices recently?

But I can't blame myself. After leaving Hexiafang, I was entangled in all sorts of things and couldn't find any free time.

"Please forgive me, Heavenly Venerable One! Please forgive me, Heavenly Venerable One!"

She silently apologized, but her body moved uncontrollably toward a nearby house, stopping in front of the door and extending her left hand.

Bang!

The wooden door of the house was destroyed by tremendous force, and pieces of wood flew everywhere.

Before Gu Qinghan could react, a kitchen knife was brought down on her head.

There was a loud crash.

The already rusty kitchen knife was instantly shattered in two by Gu Qinghan's corpse.

Despite feeling no pain despite his impervious body, Gu Qinghan looked at his bamboo hat, which had been split in two, and cried out in his heart, "It's over. The commotion here will be discovered sooner or later. It might have already spread by now."

She wasn't worried about the owner of the house.

Rather, they were afraid that their identity as "materials" would be exposed.

You should know that there are many cultivators of the Corpse-Riding Evil lineage in the inn. If there is even the slightest clue, they will be able to tell that something is wrong.

When the enemy comes one after another, she will be no match for them. Even with divine assistance, she may not be able to escape.

Death isn't scary; she's already died once anyway.

What's terrifying is dying in a daze, without any explanation or reason.

As time went by, past memories became somewhat unfamiliar in her mind, and there were many questions she wanted to understand.

The Gu family, the Crying Bone Society, the great tomb under Yinqi, his own resurrection, and his body constantly hungry and thirsty for blood—all sorts of mysteries linger in his mind, and he hasn't found a single answer yet!

I absolutely cannot die here!

Otherwise, even if they went to the deepest hell, they would not be able to rest in peace.

Moreover, she absolutely could not accept dying as a means to be used as material for alchemy or to raise a corpse.

No matter how much she prayed in her heart, the Celestial Venerable remained silent, controlling her body as she stepped into the room.

The person who attacked her has now revealed their full identity.

He was a middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a thin body. His hands and feet were covered with thick calluses, and his dry, cracked skin was deeply furrowed. He looked weathered and was clearly an ordinary farmer who made a living by farming and fishing.

He held a broken cleaver in his hand, his face ashen, sweat pouring down his forehead: "My lord, spare me! My lord, spare me! I thought it was some evil spirit, that's why I attacked. I didn't mean to kill you."

"stand up."

Gu Qinghan's eyes were vacant, but his voice carried an undeniable air of authority.

She strode into the room, sat down casually, and didn't seem to care that her forehead, now covered in lividity, was exposed without the cover of her hat: "Tell me, what is this evil spirit?"

The man trembled at the shout: "It's from that temple that grants children! Every day, He goes down the mountain, wanders around several villages, scatters spirit rice, and then returns to the back mountain."

"What's your name?"

"I am He Mu, originally from the Southwest. Due to a misfortune in my family, I fled all the way to the vicinity of Jiang'an City and finally settled down in Songziwan." The farmer lowered his head, his whole body trembling.

He had only glanced at it just now, but he had already seen the large purplish-red markings on the other person's hands and forehead.

He didn't even know if the other party was dead or alive. He could only secretly lament that he had just gotten rid of a child-giving demon and now a monster that was invulnerable to swords and spears had come. If he had known that there were so many demons and monsters in Childbirth Bay, he would never have settled here.

"Isn't this 'Fertility God' the deity worshipped in your village? Why do you call him a demon?"

Gu Qinghan's emotionless voice rang out again.

He Mu shuddered and quickly replied, "Reporting to Your Excellency, that thing is not some kind of god, it's extremely strange."

The farmland around Songziwan is barren and the fishing industry is in ruins, so why is it that the entire village can survive and even eat well?

This is because they eat that spirit rice every day without fail; they can't miss a single meal.