Free Web NovelLu Yibei underestimated how tight-lipped the Old man was.
From the center of the village to the dilapidated temple on the edge, she talked to the Old man for what felt like an entire talk show episode along the way, but still couldn't completely pry his mouth open.
However, this lovely human-shaped BB machine Miss is already quite impressive.
At least, under her storm-like barrage of garbage talk, this old man, who hadn't had a normal conversation with anyone for a very long time, still revealed some seemingly irrelevant information to her.
From the Old man's brief replies, Lu Yibei learned that his surname was Meng Rao, and his given name was Ze.
Judging from Lu Xu's memories of researching the special scripts of ethnic minorities, the ancestors of the Miao people also had this surname, originating from the worship of dragon and snake totems.
His age might be frighteningly high; he mentioned offhand that when he was young, he had seen a foreigner wearing a long gown and a queue.
When the Old man mentioned this, Lu Yibei tentatively said, "The Great Qing has long since perished!" He didn't react at all, presumably unaware of the world-altering changes outside.
The last point, and the one Lu Yibei felt was most important, was that the Old man said he was the former Priests of this village, had made a mistake, and had lost the qualification to serve the gods.
But when Lu Yibei continued to press him about what mistake he had made, the Old man's veins suddenly bulged on his forehead, he glared at her fiercely, and growled for her to shut up, looking as if he would eat her.
After that, she couldn't get anything meaningful out of the Old man's mouth anymore.
This made the human-shaped BB machine Miss feel a sense of frustration for the first time.
But frustration was frustration, she wasn't discouraged at all. Rome wasn't built in a day, and getting information had to be done slowly.
Alternating between tight and loose approaches is more efficient. Although she usually prefers the tight approach, the Old man's mouth is so stubborn that she can only resort to some extraordinary measures.
Anyway, as a urban legend, I don't need to sleep at night. Whether an old man over a hundred years old sleeps or not isn't clear, but if he meets me, he probably won't be able to sleep. Lu Yibei thought.
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Arriving in front of the dilapidated temple located on the edge of the village, Meng Raoze's steps paused slightly. He looked back at Lu Yibei, then ascended the steps, pushed the door open, and floated in, disappearing as if swallowed by the dark doorway.
Lu Yibei, however, stood still outside the temple's main gate and carefully examined it.
The temple looked very dilapidated. Large areas of green vegetation covered the tiles under the ancient-style eaves. The walls were pitted and uneven, and some remote corners had already collapsed. A pitch-black main gate was covered in small holes from wood borers, and the smell of rotting wood permeated the air.
Lu Yibei stared at the main gate for a few seconds, and then a memory fragment belonging to Liang Yue surfaced in her mind.
"Cao Family Teachings" recorded that the main gate of a house should not be black, otherwise it might cause inauspicious events.
Through the main gate, one could vaguely see two beams, one red and one black, crossing the entrance hall. It was said that red was unfavorable for men, and black was unfavorable for women, which was inauspicious.
There was no spirit screen after opening the door, allowing a clear view of the small courtyard filled with dozens of water jars packed closely together.
Originally, having water jars directly facing the main gate was already bad, but now there were dozens of them, facing the gate like a crowd watching a spectacle, which was even more inauspicious.
In addition, there were ancient coins stacked on the beams, wind chimes made from the bones of unknown animals, a crooked-necked locust tree growing wildly in a corner of the courtyard, and a layout where one saw the mountain upon opening the door and had water behind...
Judging from Liang Yue's patchy, half-baked feng shui knowledge, the layout of this temple just screamed bad luck!
Living in a place like this was worse than digging a hole and lying down in a mass grave. It was equally unlucky, but in a mass grave, one might even make a few "friends."
The memories from Liang Yue gradually subsided. Lu Yibei shook her head and silently sighed.
This Liang Yue Miss is really a treasure girl. To survive, she actually collected so much miscellaneous knowledge. I deeply admire this kind of behavior.
Didn't the mysterious girl ask me before to find suitable candidates to take as dependents? freeweɓnovel.cѳm
If Liang Yue were still alive, and if she were willing, I would definitely choose her!
It's just a pity...
A hint of regret flashed in Lu Yibei's eyes. She reined in her thoughts and stepped into the small courtyard.
She didn't care about inauspiciousness anymore; it wasn't like she hadn't been to places even more inauspicious than this.
Anyway, there were no signs of her eyes heating up, indicating there were no powerful urban /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ legend hidden inside.
Besides, she was already a urban legend herself, what right did she have to dislike others?
The feng shui of my apartment should be fine, but with so many urban legend hidden at home, it's probably even more unlucky than here... Lu Yibei muttered to herself. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓
When she entered the small courtyard of the dilapidated temple, Meng Raoze was already waiting for her in the center of the courtyard. Seeing her walk in, he beckoned and silently led her towards the thatched hut under the crooked-necked old locust tree in a corner of the courtyard.
Lu Yibei held the mingwang statue in both hands, following him cautiously. As she passed the water jars filled with black water, where the bottom couldn't be seen, she felt a sense of peace in her mind.
After staring for a while longer, and seeing a shadow that looked like a large fish flash across the water jars, she finally put away her curiosity and followed Meng Raoze into the thatched hut.
After Lu Yibei entered the hut, Meng Raoze stood at the door and suddenly said, "You, stay here tonight, don't go anywhere. I'm not trying to scare you, but the area around the village hasn't been peaceful lately."
"Not peaceful?" Lu Yibei tilted her head.
"There's a skull-crushing madman roaming nearby, many villagers have already died."
Skull-crushing madman? Uh... Lu Yibei frowned and pressed, "Sir, that madman you mentioned, how exactly is it... mad?"
Meng Raoze seemed unwilling, or perhaps didn't know how to answer her question. He was silent for a few seconds before turning and leaving. She chased after him and asked a few more questions, but received no further response.
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Lu Yibei paced around the room twice, grabbed over thirty talismans, neatly arranged them around the bed, and then threw herself onto the empty bed board.
Now wasn't the time to keep questioning Meng Raoze. She had to wait a while, perhaps until he was about to fall asleep. She was exhausted after a day of rushing around and needed a rest.
The bare bed board was hard, and her delicate body felt uncomfortable lying on it. Lu Yibei had only been lying there for a few minutes when her low voice asking a question echoed in the darkness.
"Coat, can you turn into a sleeping bag? Turn into a big shark sleeping bag for me?"
After she finished speaking, there was silence for a few seconds, followed by the rustling sound of the Coat transforming in the darkness.
Soon, it turned into a pink, fluffy rabbit sleeping bag lined with flannel.
Coat, "..."
I've only seen these kinds, I don't know how to turn into a big shark sleeping bag...
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In the pitch-black environment, Lu Yibei didn't know what her sleeping bag looked like. Her smooth skin gently rubbed against the soft and warm fabric, and she let out a sigh of comfort.
"Mmm—! Comfortable!"
Coat, "..." It seems the Devil Woman likes it very much! She really does like cute things.
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"Oh, right, Coat, wake me up in an hour. I need to go continue confronting that old man."
As her words fell, the Coat lightly trembled twice, as if responding to Lu Yibei, and then fell silent.
For a moment, in the pitch-black room, a girl lay in a rabbit-shaped sleeping bag, her head sticking out of the rabbit's mouth. It looked a bit eerie no matter how you viewed it.
...
There was no dawn in the Bamboo Scroll Illusion, but there was night. The daylight always completed the back and forth transition between deep gray and pitch black without one noticing.
In the dense black forest not far from the desolate villages, Gu Qianqian leaned against the trunk of a large tree, panting heavily, and rested.
Beside her lay several half-human, half-snake monsters, twisted and deformed in many places, with varying degrees of fractures in different parts. The only thing they had in common was their heads.
The human heads, which had mutated into a triangular shape, were all flattened without exception, as if crushed hard by something heavy and burst open, bloody and gruesome, a shocking sight.
"system, the pursuers, the pursuers are all dealt with. Can I eat the grilled fish now?"
"Yes, if you can still eat..."
"I can eat, I can eat." Gu Qianqian replied repeatedly, reached into her Wrap out the grilled fish, held it up with both hands, and was about to bring it to her mouth, but the system stopped her.
"Wait, Gu Qianqian! Don't eat yet!"
"What's wrong? Didn't you just say I could eat it?" Gu Qianqian asked, confused.
"That's right, but... it's a bit complicated to explain to you. Anyway, let me smell it before you eat it."
"No!" Gu Qianqian refused decisively.
"Tsk, Gu Qianqian, I vaguely sense the aura of Disaster on it. Let me smell it to confirm before you eat."
"system, you're really sly! Do you think I'll give you my grilled fish just because you made up such a clumsy lie?"
"What lie! Gu Qianqian, when did I... What the heck, you finished it?"
"Mmm, four drips, emmmm, Gulp—Burp—!"
The system watched as Gu Qianqian ate the two grilled fish she picked up, one fish per bite, finishing them in two bites like eating skewers, and couldn't help but fall into contemplation.
The Spirit Mark I chose for her was a mythical type, not a mutated type, that's correct! How come her body structure seems a bit different from a normal person's?
"system, speaking of Disaster, I suddenly remembered something!"
"Hmm? Tell me." The system responded with a serious tone.
"Didn't you say that as long as we prevent the birth of one of the seven factors that destroy the world, we can save the world? But why are we always fixated on just her?"
"Because..." The system hesitated.
Because, she is the only one whose location I can currently pinpoint, and...
"She might be the easiest one to deal with that I can think of," the system said thoughtfully.
