Chapter 79 Why Does He Look Like a Male Ghost?
A gentle breeze swept through the mountains, rustling through the entire forest.
As Huali followed the winding path down the mountain, she looked up and saw an endless expanse of wheat fields below.
The golden wheat ears swayed in the wind, like a shimmering sea.
There wasn't a single farmer around, and in the distance, one could vaguely see wisps of smoke rising from the village chimneys, obscured by the daylight.
Whether they are demons or immortals, ordinary mortals always live a simple and honest life.
Hua Li took a deep breath of the fresh scent of earth and wheat carried by the mountain breeze and headed towards Baiwang Village.
As soon as I entered the village, I heard lively voices.
Under a willow tree that would take four people to encircle, several children chased and played, clutching golden ears of wheat in their hands. "Hahaha, watch this!"
The tall boy plucked an ear of wheat from his hand and threw it at the chubby little boy in front of him. The chubby boy nimbly dodged it, and the wheat ear scattered on the ground. The boys giggled and stepped on it to play.
Huali casually pulled one of the boys over, "Little brother, is this Baiwang Village?"
The little boy nodded timidly. "Who are you looking for?"
"Are there any families with the surname Qi around here? I'm Qi Zhi's friend," Hua Li said with a smile.
Before the child could answer, the middle-aged woman with a headscarf beside her quickly interjected, "Qizhi? You're from the royal city of Suoli?"
Seeing the obvious wariness and fear in her eyes, Huali quickly shook her head, "No, no, Soli is dead, and the other six... the four demon kings won't bother the village anymore."
Baiwang Village is isolated from news, and the villagers obviously haven't received the message yet. Suddenly, the chubby boy, who hadn't spoken until now, pushed through the crowd and asked, "Are you my sister's friend?"
Before Huali could nod, Qichun blurted out, "Didn't my sister die a long time ago?"
"Dead?" Huali was stunned.
"My parents said she would definitely die if she married the Demon King." Qi Chun sniffed. "The Demon King is a big bad guy who eats people."
Huali was about to say something when Qichun's eyes were fixed on Aobai on her shoulder again. "Wow, a little kitten."
Perhaps because few outsiders come to the village, the villagers' eyes have been on her intentionally or unintentionally ever since she entered the village. Fortunately, most of them are well-meaning and curious.
A woman who looked seven or eight parts like Qi Zhi ran over from not far away. The first thing she did was hug Qi Chun. "How many times have I told you not to talk to strangers?"
The stranger, Kaori, asked, "...Are you Kiyo's mother?"
The woman looked up at the sound and was taken aback when she saw Huali's face. "Who are you?"
"Qizhi's friends, I've come to inform you that Demon King Soli is dead, and Qizhi is doing well in Sunset City. Please rest assured."
Upon learning of Huali's purpose, the woman visibly relaxed and stood up. "Since you are Qizhi's friend, please come in and have a seat. It gets dark early here, so if you don't mind, you can stay here for the night."
Huali had the same idea, and nodded with a smile in agreement.
Qi Chun tugged at the woman's sleeve, glancing back at Ao Bai on Hua Li's shoulder as they walked.
"Young lady, you must be from out of town. Would you like some sweet wine? It's made from this year's freshly harvested wheat," an old woman waved and beckoned.
Huali shook her head. She saw the men in the village sitting in twos and threes under the trees, drinking and chatting, while the women gathered together to weave cloth. The air was filled with the fragrance of rice ears.
Huali asked curiously, "It's only mid-June, are the wheat ears ripening so early?" No wonder Qizhi always wants to come back.
The woman smiled upon hearing this. "If you don't mind, you can call me Aunt Qi. Our village relies on the weather for our livelihood. It wasn't like this in previous years, but now God has been kind to us, and we've harvested wheat three times in one season."
Huali nodded in surprise, saying that it was indeed worthy of the cultivation world.
As they talked, they arrived at a courtyard with a low earthen wall. From the slightly crooked gate to the door frame that was barely supported by stones, it was clear that the family was not well-off.
"Come in."
As soon as Huali entered the house, she smelled a strong, bitter smell of Chinese medicine. A man's hoarse voice rang out, "Xiaochun, you must be tired from playing outside. Dad just roasted a chicken for you. Eat it while it's hot."
Qi Chun's eyes lit up, and she immediately ran towards the small kitchen.
A tall man walked out and was taken aback when he saw Huali. "A guest has arrived?"
Aunt Qi first asked Huali to sit down, then turned to the man and explained the situation. The man nodded and remained silent for a long time.
"Well, it's better than death."
Huali paused in her teacup-holding hand as the man hesitated before speaking, "Besides these, does Qizhi have anything else to give us?"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Qi turned to Huali and smiled sheepishly, "This child has been filial since she was little. Whenever there's something good, she's always the first to bring it home."
Huali shook her head truthfully.
The couple exchanged a glance, and Aunt Qi quickly smiled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. Huali, you must be tired. That's Qizhi's room over there. I'll take you there first."
At this moment, Qi Chun, who had rushed out of the small kitchen, had a chicken leg in his mouth and pointed at Ao Bai with his greasy little hand, "I want it."
After speaking, he went forward and tried to grab it, but Ao Bai turned around and jumped to the ground. "Go away, go away, seven or eight years old is annoying to dogs. Stay away from King Meow Meow."
Seeing that Ao Bai was about to leave, Qi Chun's lips trembled, and she let out a heart-wrenching wail.
You could even see the rhinoceros freckles in his throat: "..." This was really awkward.
If she had known that Qizhi's family was in this situation, she would never have come. A sick father, an overworked mother, a young brother, and a broken heart.
Of these four sentences, Qizhi is the most broken.
The only thing that made Karin happy was that Kiyo's room was quite nice; you could tell that a lot of care had been put into its arrangement.
As if worried that Huali wouldn't have enough to eat, Aunt Qi served her a large bowl of rice at dinner, saying, "There's nothing good in this poor, remote place, so please make do with this for now, Miss Huali."
Huali quickly shook her head, "This is a bit too much."
Aunt Qi smiled slightly upon hearing this, "It's alright, just throw the rest away."
Huali then nodded and accepted it.
However, before she could even take a bite of food, the golden card in her hand, which had been dormant, suddenly began to glow intermittently.
Huali: "What's going on?"
Seeing this, Ao Bai urged, "This means the chosen one is nearby. It's better to meet by chance than to meet by chance. The Demon King hasn't even left the Demon Clan yet."
Hua Li was wondering where to find Luo Chuan when she heard this, her eyes lit up, "Let's go and take a look first."
Outside the village, the golden ears of wheat in the rice paddies are plump and large, rustling in the wind like someone humming a sad tune.
Karin walked through the still bustling village, heading towards the place where the card's connection was strongest.
This time, she cleverly used both an invisibility talisman and a barrier for protection. However, after walking for most of the day, she still couldn't find the Demon King even after entering Luoyun Mountain.
Karin asked doubtfully, "Could it be that they've left?"
Undeterred, she brushed aside the bushes, her foot sinking into the fallen leaves.
Click—
The sound of the barrier shattering was like spring cracking beneath the ice.
While Huali's fingertips were still resting on the branch, the fine hairs on the back of her neck stood up one by one.
A breeze brushed against the back of her neck.
The scent in the wind, a blend of cedar and blood rust, carried a hint of decadent allure as it brushed against her earlobe without warning.
The Demon King's voice, like honey-soaked ice, slid down my spine, "Let me guess... who are you looking for?"
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