"Don't be afraid, Miss Li. I told them not to come near. Don't worry, they won't hurt you. Erya is very worried about you. If she saw you trying to bite yourself like this, she would be very sad."
Hearing Leng Qingning's words, Dong Li finally let go of her hand and stopped biting her arm. Leng Qingning carefully took out a few pure white pills and handed them to her, "These are candy beans. You will feel better after eating them."
Dong Li took the pure white pill curiously, "Sugar... beans? Erya... said..." She happily took one, and then carefully wrapped up the rest and hid them behind her.
"Sugar Bean... Erya, I like it..."
Leng Qingning's eyes were inexplicably moist, and she raised her head to hold back the tears.
"These are all yours. I've already given them to Arya. She has a lot of candy beans. Keep them for yourself."
The crisscrossing scars on Dong Li's wrists disappeared in the blink of an eye. She believed that her own recovery pills could not achieve such a strong effect. This proved that Dong Li's physique was extremely special.
Leng Qingning gently placed her hand on her pulse, her pupils constricted and her expression changed drastically. Dong Li's pulse was very bad, and her body was severely depleted, as if she had been constantly overdrawing her strength and was now exhausted.
How could an ordinary person like her overdraw her strength?
Just as Leng Qingning was about to investigate the reason, a powerful force suddenly burst out from Dong Li's body, knocking her away, and a cold voice pierced Leng Qingning's mind.
She seemed to vaguely see an extremely sacred figure. The woman was standing in the air, and she folded a willow branch in her hand and scattered it downwards. Suddenly, rain fell from the sky, and countless people below knelt on the ground with pious expressions.
"What did you do to her?" Yan Ci suddenly pushed Dong Li away and helped Leng Qingning up with a worried look.
Seeing the girl trembling in fear, he explained helplessly: "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..."
"Yan Ci, forget it, she didn't mean it." Leng Qingning whispered to him, "I just took her pulse and found that she is not human. Moreover, her recovery ability is too good, but her body seems to have overdrawn its strength and is exhausted."
Upon hearing this, Yan Ci walked forward with a strange expression on his face. Dong Li saw him approaching and looked at him with extremely wary eyes. Perhaps it was because Yan Ci was born with an androgynous appearance that Dong Li was less repulsive to him.
"Reach out"
After Yan Ci spoke, Dong Li looked at his Adam's apple, shrank back again, screamed, and stepped back.
"What a trouble." Yan Ci tapped lightly, and Dong Li's body softened and he fainted.
"What happened?" Looking at Yan Ci's increasingly gloomy face, the temperature around him seemed to drop several degrees. Zhou Xuan was so scared that he didn't dare to speak. Leng Qingning couldn't help but ask.
Yan Ci calmed down for a few seconds before his expression looked better.
"She is indeed not human. She is a god born from human consciousness. It's a pity that she keeps overdrawing her divine power and has no incense to worship her. She will soon perish."
"How could this happen? Is she really a god?" Ji Lize looked at the unconscious girl in shock.
"As far as I know, the gods have long since disappeared from the continent since the gate to the upper realm closed. How can there still be gods in this world?"
Yan Ci explained impatiently: "I've already said that she was born from human consciousness and has nothing to do with the upper realm."
He had only heard his father talk about this kind of gods when he was a child, but he didn't expect to meet them in person today.
The reason why he recognized Dong Li's identity at first sight was that every god had his own fairy clothes. The fairy clothes of the girl in front of him were so weak that they were almost invisible, and her divine power had deteriorated greatly.
So the only ability she has now is her powerful self-healing ability. When this last ability disappears, it will be the time of her complete demise.
"Since she is a god, why do these villagers treat her like this? Aren't humans the most reverent towards gods? Also, can gods die?" Yang Fan looked at the miserable appearance of the girl with a confused look in his eyes. If even gods can die, then why did he practice so hard?
"Yang Fan, what's wrong with you? You look a little abnormal." This guy seemed to pay special attention to Miss Dong Li.
He quickly came to his senses and said, "I'm fine. I just remembered some things and felt a little sad for a while."
Forget it, let’s not think about these unimportant things for now.
However, when I saw the wretched man running away in panic and thought of his expression, I really regretted not killing that beast with a sword.
Yan Ci suddenly sneered, "In this world, it's not only gods who can create humans. Humans can also create gods. When human faith condenses into an extremely powerful force, they will create their own gods."
"The gods will grow stronger with human worship, but gods created by humans have a very powerful drawback. If they lose human faith, they will become weaker and weaker, and ultimately, only death will greet them."
After these words fell, everyone in the room had a heavy expression. Yan Ci's explanation shattered their previous understanding. In their minds, gods were high and mighty, unattainable. Now, someone actually told them that gods could also die.
After hearing Yan Ci's words, Leng Qingning couldn't help but look at the girl curled up in the corner, feeling inexplicably sad.
She suddenly remembered what the old stone statue had said to them, and her heart couldn't stop twitching.
"Don't be sad... I... I'm fine..." Dong Li helped wipe her tears in a panic, trying hard to force a bright smile on his face, and showed her his arms that were as smooth as before.
"Look, everything is fine..." Looking at the girl who was trying to comfort Leng Qingning clumsily, it was obvious that she was not very good at speaking, and her words were a little stuttering.
The grown man Yang Fan immediately turned around with tears in his eyes.
"I'm glad you're okay..." Leng Qingning said these words, her heart aching. They all knew that Dong Li would not live long.
They knew how to save her, but they were powerless.
Leng Qingning didn't know what was wrong with her. Ever since she met Dong Li, she couldn't control her emotions. She became inexplicably fragile, and tears flowed uncontrollably.
"Someone is coming," Yan Ci said and walked out of the room.
Leng Qingning also followed him out. As soon as they left the room, Dong Li looked very uneasy.
As soon as Leng Qingning walked out, she saw a large group of villagers gathered outside the dilapidated door with a covetous look on their faces, and the leader was the village chief who had greeted them at the beginning.
The way the villagers looked at her made her feel very uncomfortable.
Leng Qingning asked curiously, "Village Chief, what are you all doing here?"
The village chief stepped forward and said, "It's like this. In three days' time, the village will hold its annual rain-praying ceremony. Dongli is the village saint, and I'm here to inform her to be prepared."
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