Folklore simulation, starting with the mortician

With such large pupils, so vividly described, Li Feng felt a chill run down his spine. He didn't know why, but he felt an urge to jump into them.

Those grayish-white pupils stirred the dark depths of the river, merging with the moon's reflection, making it seem as if the moon itself had been swallowed up.

This situation has taken Li Feng by surprise. He had previously relied on his knowledge of Da Zhiguo's life story to gain some understanding, so he wasn't too flustered.

But what he was seeing now was beyond what Li Feng could have imagined.

"Quickly, call for help! Didn't they say a boat was coming to rescue people?"

Mr. Lin was anxious; he didn't want to die at this critical juncture.

"Where could anyone possibly come from? Look at this situation!"

Huang Dazhang shouted, but their voices were broken by the rain. Fortunately, they had a sound transmission technique that could use the force of the vibrations to communicate, so it wasn't too difficult.

"Sir, we've settled this matter today. Shouldn't you release my mother now?"

The boy with the pigtails sticking up suddenly spoke up, shouting at the madman-like altar master.

The altar master didn't hear a thing and continued his madness until Li Feng pinched him until he finally said in a trembling voice, "Bullshit, bullshit your mother's stinking fart! Die, die! Ask that filthy bastard, he's the one who killed your mother, he smashed his head against a rock and died."

Li Feng was startled by these words. He never expected that the one who had brought misfortune in front of the temple that day was actually the boy's mother.

Just as they were about to warn the boy about his back, a complex expression appeared on his face. "Heh heh, it's truly the injustice of Heaven. Even miserable people like us have to be tormented so relentlessly. Oh well, death is better; it would be a relief!"

"Thank you so much, Master Chef, for giving my mother a break."

After saying this, the boy turned to look at Chief Judge Huang and said, "Chief Judge, I won't say any more. My mother is dead, so this is an explanation for you. We admit that we did something wrong. Now I'll give you a helping hand so that people will remember our good name in the future."

"Mom, your son's here, here to keep you company!"

As he said this, the boy shoved himself, took off his red bib, threw it into the air, and fell into the river.

Then the red bellyband flew up and covered the sky, blocking out all the light.

Without the light and shadow of the full moon, the vortex beneath their feet began to slowly stop, and the eerie pupil gradually lost its luster.

Li Feng was stunned, never expecting this outcome, and ended up with a red string in his hand.

Mr. Lin, who was ahead, shouted, "Kid, hold on tight to the rope! This is the 'sky-covering light' of Zha'ao Mountain, a 'sky contained in a jar'!"

Li Feng then instinctively tightened his grip on the rope, and the note instantly appeared before his eyes, detailing the life of this person named Xiang Tongzi.

Li Feng, seeing this, wiped away tears, unsure of what to say.

[Ah Zai is a pitiful child. He's never had a proper meal. In the dead of winter, he was abandoned in the wilderness without even a single layer of clothing. His father blames him for killing his mother, but that's because his mother gave birth to ten children in a row and never had a decent meal. What does that have to do with you!]

[The Ninth Sister-in-law from the next village is also a woman with a tragic fate. She was framed for adultery, and her child was said to be illegitimate. The child was abandoned in the wild and was stabbed in the belly by wolves. By sheer coincidence, the Ninth Sister-in-law found you and adopted you as her child.]

[Just as we were saying, "The hemp rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune only seeks out the unfortunate to cling to." You and your ninth sister-in-law depended on each other for survival. At least you were old enough to find some food, but who would have thought that you would be captured by the jar-wielding slave in the doorway, and both you and your son would be turned into a mother-and-child jar.]

[In the martial world, there is a code of honor, and good and evil are rewarded accordingly. This Tan'er Nu committed many evil deeds, often disguising himself as a peddler to deceive children. However, he angered a master chef in a local brothel. The master chef was highly skilled and wiped out Tan'er Nu's establishment in no time.]

The master chef, seeing your pitiful state, originally intended to teach you some skills to make a living. Unexpectedly, you proved yourself worthy, successfully entering the trade, receiving the inheritance, and becoming a renowned chef at Zha'ao Mountain. With your skills, you've managed to earn a living.

Once someone becomes famous, they start thinking about doing other things. With your skills, you caught the eye of a noble person, who brought you into the palace and made a fortune. That noble person then gave you a business opportunity.

[But then you arrived in Gaoyin County and ran into a fellow practitioner named Old Man Yu. He showed you his skills, and before you even had a chance to use them, you were already at a disadvantage. You knew you'd met a master. But before you could even find a way to escape, your mother got caught up in the scheme and was ambushed with you.]

Heaven and earth are a scale, its weights weighing good and evil; those who do good receive three taels of silver.

[A poor child, a struggling person, their whole life is like a bitter vegetable. Rating: Slightly above Grade B.]

[Reward: Courtroom Method, Mother-Child Lottery Token.]

The mother and child are connected by a single thread; whether it brings fortune or misfortune, the outcome is uncertain.

Good grief, they've come up with a lottery system?!

Li Feng shook his head inwardly. At this critical juncture, what use is such a useless method?

As he pondered this, seeing the calm surface of the river, Huang Dazhang had already devised a plan, secretly beckoning the boatmen on the bank to hand him a boat.

Unexpectedly, the altar master, still freaking out with his buttocks clenched, froze when he saw the waves stop and the rain cease.

He shouted at the top of his lungs, "Guys, come and eat! If you're late, you'll miss out!"

At this command, the altar master plunged directly into the river, his cheeks bulging as he drank water until his belly was round and his skin began to peel off layer by layer.

More scales grew, its lower jaw pulled forward, and its fangs suddenly grew out.

Li Feng was startled, but quickly realized what the altar master was up to—that he intended to keep them from leaving.

If they insist on waiting for that method of blocking out the sky to pass, all of them will eventually have their heads filled with the river's eye.

Just as they were pondering this, they saw the whirlpool in the river rise again, and one after another, the burly water puppets crawled out and jumped onto the deck, standing upright even on the bare deck.

The altar master sneered, thinking that he couldn't possibly destroy so many water puppets with a simple stripping technique.

Li Feng frowned. He knew he had his limits and couldn't possibly defeat so many water puppets.

Before the altar master could lead a group of water puppets to climb up, a boat actually drifted over from the distance. Everyone was stunned when they saw the figures on the boat.

It turned out to be the oldest and most respected elder of Suolong Village rowing over in a boat. Judging from his posture, he was quite fast.

"Wait a minute, why is it this old man who's here?"

Huang Dazhang rubbed his eyes.