The Blooming Thistle: Transmigrated into the Dark Group's Pampered Character [Book]

Chang Le woke up one day to find herself transmigrated into a novel. She became the 'fake' daughter, a character notorious for her wicked ways and who was destined to be killed off, in a st...

Chapter 30 Anger

"Wait, wait! Wait a minute!"

Just as Mingxi was about to barge into another house, Hua Changle used all her strength to pull him back.

I forced a smile, trying my best to speak gently:

"Mingxi, is it possible that all the altars in the village are the same as those in front? Aren't there any formal and solemn ones?"

Mingxi thought for a moment and said, "There used to be a white stone platform in the center of the village, but it was demolished a long time ago. Since then, every household has had its own altar."

"Mingxi, may I go there and take a look?"

"It's possible, but it's very far away. If we walk there like this, it will be dark by then."

Mingxi adjusted her cloak hood and said worriedly, "You've been out in the wind for so long, I'm afraid you'll get sick."

Hua Changle thought to herself, "Kulai and Baixie are coming today. I've spent the whole day running to the altar. What if I miss them?"

So he didn't insist and went back with Mingxi.

She didn't feel it when she was outside in the wind, but once she returned to the warm house, the combination of hot and cold was unbearable for Hua Changle, and she coughed for a long time before she could catch her breath.

Mingxi carried her to the bed and leaned her against the headboard. She felt like blood was about to spurt from her throat, and she was completely listless.

Mingxi said firmly, "You must rest in bed, and you must sleep in the bed tonight. If you don't want to sleep with me, I can stay home and watch over you! In short, you can't get sick!"

Without waiting for her reply, he turned and left.

"Cough cough..."

Hua Changle, wrapped in a blanket and draped in a cloak, exhaled a cloud of white mist, the same color as her lips, while her cheeks were flushed an unnatural red.

Chang Le, you've had a fever since last night.

She could lie to Mingxi, but she couldn't fool 422.

"I know." Hua Changle raised her hand and touched her burning forehead.

She knew she had caught a cold when she woke up feeling dizzy and lightheaded.

But what does it matter?

Over the years, I've survived all sorts of flu, including H1N1 and H1N2, without missing out on school or living my life. It's just that my immune system has been working incredibly hard to fight them off.

"...If you keep running around like that, you'll burn yourself out!"

"I can't just lie there, can I? I still have to do some work within my capabilities!"

Besides, I don't believe you didn't find this village strange.

[It's not just the village; this entire secret realm feels strange to me.]

This village is so quiet, so quiet it's almost deathly still.

Hua Changle recalled the images from the probe, and his heart sank deeper and deeper:

"Without arable land, we cannot be self-sufficient;

However, there were no markets or shops, and the population was not large.

The only road leading outwards was deserted; this village seemed isolated from the world. And then…

"Untouched by worldly concerns."

How do the villagers here survive?

Memories of post-apocalyptic novels and horror stories flooded back, making Hua Changle shudder:

"My God, are there any living people living in this village?"

Don't go too far!

Of course it's a living person, I've confirmed it.

Moreover, the village must have connections with the outside world, otherwise where did the various foods and supplies in Mingxi's house come from? What have you been eating these past few meals?

However, it's undeniable that the villagers have problems, and we need to extract information from them.

Hua Changle felt a headache coming on when she thought of Mingxi:

"The problem is that I can't act alone. He's the target of the mission protection. What if I run away and anger him, and then he stops letting us protect him?"

Is he there now?

Hua Changle was taken aback and immediately got out of bed to check. After looking around, she found that the front door was different from when she came in, and Mingxi had left.

"A great opportunity!" Hua Changle acted immediately without hesitation.

She recalled the families she had visited before and chose an elderly woman who was gentle and kind to Mingxi.

She knocked on the door, and the old man opened it for her.

The old man had a full head of white hair, his face was wrinkled like orange peel, and he had many age spots, but his skin was exceptionally fair.

She had a hunched back, used a cane, and had difficulty walking; she looked very old.

The old man was very surprised to see her, but he did not show any signs of rejection.

Hua Changle bowed slightly: "Grandma."

Upon hearing this address, the "old woman" paused for a moment, then asked:

"Is there anything I can help you with, little girl?"

Hua Changle smiled and said, "Grandma, I've come from afar to our village and would like to learn more about it from you."

The old man looked at her for a while, then turned to the side and said, "Come in, young lady."

Once inside, the old man poured her a cup of hot water: "The fire in my house isn't very strong, so drink some hot water to warm yourself up."

"Thank you, Grandma."

The old man hesitated, then turned around, put down the kettle, and sat down opposite her.

His dim, yellowish eyes seemed to reflect the passage of time, gazing at me with a gentle tenderness born of experience and wisdom.

“I’ve lived in this village for over sixty years. I’ve witnessed it all, from its beginnings to its current prosperity. Young lady, feel free to ask me anything.”

Hua Changle was overjoyed: "Then, Granny, may I ask the village's Holy Son, Mingxi, what's going on with him?"

The old man's expression changed slightly.

Hua Changle added, "That's right, I came here out of curiosity because I heard that there was a very powerful saint in this place."

Coincidentally, I was saved by Mingxi, who is the Holy Son. I heard him say that he had lost his powers, and I was a little curious, but I was too embarrassed to ask him, so…”

The old man was silent for a moment, then slowly spoke:

"Lord Mingxi is indeed His Highness the Holy Son. Lord Mingxi possesses the ability to bestow wealth upon people."

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