I discovered a world bug.

Chapter 100 The Life of Broom

"I didn't mean to... I'm guilty..."

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I didn't take good care of everyone...

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"Take me away...the sheep is going to be killed..."

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"The money from the sale will go to the village primary school..."

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In the small courtyard, the old man, Bumo, looked terrified.

Her accent was heavy and her pronunciation was unclear. It took Lin Shu a long time to finally understand what she was saying.

Her meaning was simple—those "plague demons" were because she hadn't controlled them properly.

The danger that everyone just encountered was caused by her.

She already knew where everyone came from, although she didn't know exactly who they were or what department they belonged to, but she guessed they might be from the police station or the People's Liberation Army.

In short, in her world, the police station is the most powerful state organ, and if there is anything more powerful, it is the People's Liberation Army.

So she had no intention of resisting at all—she thought Lin Shu and her group were there to arrest her.

She was only worried about the two sheep she was raising, fearing that she would be caught and the two sheep would escape and be "wasted" if left unattended.

This reaction was completely unexpected by Lin Shu. He had thought that persuading her to cooperate and reveal the secret of the "ritual" would be quite difficult.

After all, the skills they pass down have corresponding rules, and their apprenticeship and learning system is highly complex. Without permission, they must never reveal information about the relevant skills to others.

But it was different for this old man.

She had no reservations about it, and with just a little prompting from Chen Zhu, she told him everything she knew.

Her life story is quite long...

The old man's name is Bansong. He was born in Huawu Village, which was a secluded paradise completely isolated from the outside world at that time.

Despite constant warfare and widespread famine outside, Huawu Village, with its easily defensible terrain and lack of special strategic resources, remained a pristine haven, seemingly forgotten by the world.

In her memory, her childhood was quite wonderful.

Although life was poor, the mountains were rich in resources, so people were not going hungry.

Back then, there were many children, and they didn't need to go to school to learn to read. The adults in the family were either farming, hunting, or fishing, so the children would run wild all over the mountains and fields.

It was during that period of her childhood that she discovered her talent.

The talent to become a "Buma".

Of course, at that time she didn't know what talent was, and she had no knowledge of the Mo religion or magic at all.

She simply had a peculiar inspiration—she felt that the whole world was alive.

It's not the kind of life that chickens, ducks, or animals live, nor is it the kind of life that rice or plants live.

It is an indescribable "connection," a dynamic connection that is constantly changing yet always exists.

For example, a stone and a tree are connected. If you put them together or place them at a distance so that they echo each other, they will be connected.

Bansong tried many times to explain this connection to his parents, but of course, in an era when people couldn't even get enough to eat, no one paid much attention to this talent.

Even in Huawu Village, people only believe in the things that have been passed down from their ancestors.

To most people, her "insights" were nothing more than the innocent fantasies of a child.

For a long time, Bansong had almost been convinced—even she herself felt that her own ideas were valid.

"Sensation" is actually an illusion.

When she was 13, a major event occurred in Huawu Village.

The village is haunted.

Unlike all the ghost stories she had heard before, this haunting incident didn't involve any hanging ghosts with long tongues sticking out, hairy mandrills, or zombies wearing red wedding dresses.

Initially, someone fell headfirst into a paddy field while working in the fields and drowned in water that was less than knee-deep.

Subsequently, similar deaths occurred more and more frequently and in increasingly bizarre ways.

He got tangled in the fishing net while fishing and strangled himself to death.

He jumped into a pit full of bamboo thorns while setting a hunting trap and bled to death.

He drank bowl after bowl of water, vomited, drank again, vomited again, until what he vomited was no longer water, but fresh blood...

In the past year, six people have died in Huawu Village, all of them young and middle-aged.

In this small village, unaffected by the war and untouched by the subsequent famine, this was already considered a terrifying death rate.

The villagers were filled with fear, and Bansong was so frightened that he dared not go out.

———Until death came upon her best sister.

That day, her sister stabbed herself in the throat with a comb.

Although the discovery was timely, given the medical conditions at the time, it was impossible to save him.

She went to see her sister one last time. Everyone around the bed was asking her "why" and "what did you see?" But she, as soon as she entered the room, sensed that special "connection".

Her sister also became a living being, and she became connected with something.

If we extrapolate from this kind of intuition, then all the people who died before should have been "connected".

After her sister's death, she began to investigate the source of this connection—or perhaps it wasn't really an investigation, but simply a young woman about to be married wanting to do one last thing before her actual wedding.

She soon discovered that all the contacts pointed to the back mountain.

She followed the stones, the grass and trees, the snakes that swam by, and the birds that flew by, until she reached a cave that had collapsed halfway.

There was nothing in the cave, yet everything there seemed to be alive.

Even a speck of dust in a cave has life.

The feeling of "connection" was clearer and stronger than ever before, even frightening her.

Not knowing what to do, she lit a fire and burned the hole.

"Life" vanished in the fire, and since then, no one has died in the village.

Even her sisters miraculously came back to life.

She was left with a huge, ugly scar on her throat, and when people asked her later why she "committed suicide," she always said she didn't know.

But Bansong knew that her sisters were simply being controlled by that "life."

After this, her sisters could no longer get married, and she herself finally realized that she might have come into this world to do something else.

So the two moved in together, becoming two "abandoned" women in the village.

For a long time, no one in the village was willing to approach them.

Everyone said they were an "ominous" sign.

By 1980, Bansong was nearly 40 years old.

That day, a middle-aged man in the village contracted malaria and was convulsing; he was on the verge of death.

Bansong recognized him as the boy he had liked in his youth—although he was now a father, Bansong found it hard to stand by and do nothing.

She saved his life, and from that moment on, she became Bumo.

Bansong performed the ritual for forty years; it was sometimes effective and sometimes not, but it almost always saved lives.

People trusted her implicitly, especially after the reform and opening up, when the country developed rapidly, information flowed to this small mountain village, and the long-standing isolation was broken. Her status instantly jumped from lowly to "noble".

But Bansong has always kept a low profile. In the internet age, she has become even more reclusive and rarely goes out, hardly ever getting involved in anything.

Even so, she saved many people over the course of 40 years.

Five years ago, the national poverty alleviation project reached Huawu Village. After determining that this village, nestled deep in the mountains, had no value for renovation, the local government made the decision to relocate it.

She and her sisters did not move out, but stayed in the old village.

Two years ago, her sister left.

It was not a natural death from old age, but rather a sudden death caused by being afflicted by a "plague demon".

Bansong realized that all the "retribution" and all the "backlash" would come when he was old and frail.

If they cannot control those "plague demons," they will run off the cliff or into the new village, taking away more lives.

So she used her own methods to restrain the "plague demon" every day.

This is the origin of the "reverse ritual" that Lin Shu saw.

"So, the ritual used by Bansombumo is not actually a 'misfortune averting' ritual in the true sense?"

"To be precise, this is a kind of...transfer, isn't it?"

Chen Zhu frowned slightly, and when she looked at Ban Song, her eyes always involuntarily revealed pity.

"Move...relocate it."

Lu Ran replied, "Isn't there a specific term for this effect in the ritual system? It's called 'transfer'."

"It's not a copy."

Lin Shu shook her head and interjected, "In terms of underlying principles, this effect is indeed very similar to teleportation."

"But it is not directional," it is merely attractive.

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"Therefore, this is not transportation, but substitution."

"Substitute?"

Lu Ran's expression changed instantly.

"Yu Zhe—that Yinshan monk, he also used the substitution method."

"You studied his ritual records before. Is it the same as the substitution method of Bansombumo?"

"no the same."

Lin Shu pondered for a moment, then replied, "Although Yu Zhe's method of substitution is called the method of substitution, it is not actually a true method of substitution."

"His kind of magic, which uses a corpse as a catalyst to bind two objects together, so that they rise and fall together, should actually be called the Law of Harmony."

"On the contrary, Bansombumo's substitution method is the true substitution method—through rituals, she transfers all the abstract negative effects" onto herself.

"In her later years, she could no longer suppress these negative effects, so they overflowed and erupted."

"clear..

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Lu Ran nodded thoughtfully, then suddenly asked, "Isn't the Hehehe Law governing marriage?"

"The marriage ritual is a very broad category, and you are still not proficient in it... Although the marriage ritual is indeed used to manage marriage most of the time, it can certainly be used in other ways as well."

Lin Shu rolled her eyes at Lu Ran and continued, "But that's not the point now."

"The key point is that Xu Changshun's previous research direction was wrong."

"His focus was always on the ritual of 'throwing the scepter,' which he believed was a way to avoid misfortune."

"He mixed the ritual of throwing the pendulum into the magic of the master's knife altar, which of course had no effect."

"Because throwing a swan is not a way to avoid disaster, but merely a substitute."

"The real way to avoid disaster is..."

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"After enduring so many 'negative effects,' Bansombomo is still alive today."

"That's weird, isn't it?"

"If it weren't for the suppression of the ritual's power... how could she have survived until now?"