Chapter 193 All Mortals Will Die 15
Jiang Yuelu subconsciously looked at the altar, where the statue was still there.
So where did this person come from?
He walked forward to look at it in disbelief, but after a few steps he became afraid and retreated. While he was struggling, the man continued to clean up the room without saying a word, and put the last fainted bird into the cage. After doing all this, he stood still, motionless.
His movements were slow and every joint seemed to be rusty.
What was effortless for a normal person was very strenuous for him. Just bending down to pick up something took him a long time. But he finally persevered and finished it.
Jiang Yuelu asked tentatively: "Who are you?"
The man did not answer, but looked at the altar.
Jiang Yuelu murmured, "Oh my god."
He was a brave man to begin with, he was just frightened before, but this... little god was standing there obediently, so he remembered that he had taken care of all these for him, so there was nothing to be afraid of.
So he bravely stepped forward and circled around the little god a few times.
The clothes the little god was wearing were very clean, and when he smelled them up close, he could smell a familiar fragrance. Jiang Yuelu slapped her forehead and thought, isn't this the smell of soapberries that they use to do laundry at home?
The clothes were of ancient style, plain robe, but there were flowers on the hem and cuffs.
Isn’t this the flower he carved when he was repairing the statue?
Smelling the familiar smell and seeing the familiar carving, the last bit of trepidation in his heart gradually disappeared. Jiang Yuelu straightened up and asked boldly: "Do you have something to tell me?"
The little god stood upright with a calm expression, and his pupils only shrank slightly after he was circled around him three times.
He kept his mouth slightly open, his throat rolling, wanting to say something but unable to speak. Jiang Yuelu waited for a long while, "Can't you speak?"
Perhaps because he was afraid of being disliked by him, the little god did not dare to nod.
Instead, he touched his throat even harder, trying to utter words, but faint sounds escaped, like a bellows in his throat that had been blocked by dust after being out of repair for a long time.
Jiang Yuelu suddenly remembered a fairy tale Jiang Rihu told him when he was a child.
Once upon a time, there was a little wooden man.
The little wooden man has a little owner who loves this toy man very much and takes him everywhere.
Once, the little master and his family went out traveling and bought more interesting toys in the new place, so they threw the little wooden man aside and ignored it for several days.
The little wooden man thought that he would come to play with him again soon, so he just lay quietly on the ground and waited.
After waiting for a long time, another family finally moved in.
It turned out that the little master and his family had checked out and left long ago. He went home happily with a box of new toys and had long forgotten that he had brought a wooden man with him.
The stranger thought the shabby wooden figure was some trash that the previous guest had forgotten to take away, so he threw it away and dropped the toy into the vent.
But the wooden man didn't want to be thrown down. He wanted to see his little master again, so he held on to the vent tightly.
He waited and waited until his throat was filled with dust and until one guest after another came outside. Finally, a white-haired old man moved into the guest room with his grandson. Before going to bed, he told a story to his grandson who was clamoring to hear a story.
"When Grandpa was as old as you, he also came here to travel. At that time, I had a toy wooden man that I loved very much, but I lost it here..."
"Alas...if only that wooden man was still there..."
The wooden man clinging to the vent wanted to shout, "I'm here, I'm here!"
But the dust had long blocked his throat, making him unable to utter a word, so he shed tears silently and watched his little master sighing for several days, and finally left with his grandson.
The door was closed.
Days of tears washed away the dust in his throat, and he cried out, "Master, I'm here, I'm here, take me away, take me away!"
But no one responded to him...
When Jiang Yuelu heard this story for the first time, he cried for a long time. He felt sad for the wooden man who had been waiting for many years. He also said to Jiang Rihu that if the little wooden man followed him, he would never be a heartless master.
Now, looking at the speechless little god, he remembered the story again.
The little god looks like a wooden man.
One was thrown into a smelly rat hole, and the other was thrown into a ventilation vent, and neither had been cared about for many years.
He felt sympathetic and fortunate that he had picked up and repaired the broken statue. He was able to change the sad ending of the story and have a good sequel.
The silent god stood quietly in the sunlight.
"Wait for me!"
He turned and ran downstairs. Just as he was about to go upstairs with the kettle, Jiang Rihu grabbed him by the collar and said, "Are you planning to skip class again? Go to school now!"
"Hey, I'll go upstairs first, I have something to do!"
Jiang Rihu didn't care about him, "No matter how big the matter is, the wizard exam is the most important thing now!"
He had no choice but to pick up his bag and go out under Jiang Rihu's surveillance, looking back every few steps as he walked towards the school.
The morning class had just ended and he didn't even have time to eat lunch. He rushed out the door, leaving Feather Brother and Cockscomb Head looking at each other in confusion.
"What's wrong with Brother Yuelu? He never goes home for lunch break?"
Jiang Yuelu ran all the way home and rushed to the attic, not forgetting to bring the kettle with her. She went upstairs and opened the door, fearing that the little god had disappeared.
Seeing that he was still standing upright, she breathed a sigh of relief, walked over and poured him some water.
He took it, but held the cup in his hand.
Seeing this slow and stupid look, Jiang Yuelu couldn't help but laugh, "Drink it. Drink it." He made a gesture of drinking water, and the little god slowly drank up the water in the cup.
When he was drinking water, Jiang Yuelu was watching from the side. Only then did he realize that the little god seemed to have not moved at all.
He was still in the same position as when he left in the morning. He remembered what he said to him, "Wait for me", so even if he didn't come back, he still kept his promise and waited quietly there.
Afraid that he wouldn't be able to find me when he came back, so I didn't dare to move, take a single step...
He softened again, "Have you...been waiting?"
The little god nodded.
The moist water made his rusty throat much better, just like tears washing away the dust, and he could speak again. Even though his voice was extremely unpleasant, he still persisted, trying to speak one word after another in full for Jiang Yuelu to hear.
"Thanks…………"
"What?"
Jiang Yuelu moved closer, "Thank you...thank you..."
"Thank you? Thank you to me? Because I poured you some water?"
The other party shook his head and looked at the altar and the brand new attic, "Thank you... for everything..."
“Ah…ah!”
He suddenly remembered.
Before going to sleep last night, he said to the statue that he had done all this for him, but he didn't even say thank you, which was really rude... His heart felt warm.
Actually... actually he transformed himself just for this matter, to thank me?
He raised his head, but saw the little god's figure flickering, as if it had consumed all its strength and could no longer hold on. He was frightened and took a few steps forward to grab the god's wrist.
"Wait a minute!" he said. "Tell me—your name!"
Before he disappeared, the other party opened and closed his lips and seemed to say something, but it was too short for him to hear clearly.
The god's figure melted into the air. There was no one around. The attic was very quiet, as if no one had been there. He stood for a while, then sat down under the statue, staring at the red-lipped and white-toothed statue in a trance.
Will we meet again?
Gentlemen have said that the power of God comes from believers.
Bowing and praying can break down the barriers between humans and gods, allowing the gods thousands of miles away to hear the call of humans.
The more people call out, the stronger the gathered power of will will be. The gods will also benefit from this, gaining endless power, and in turn help the humans they protect.
It's like a virtuous cycle.
This is the relationship between each wizard tribe and their tribal god: when the tribe prospers, the tribal god will become stronger.
Among the four families, the Wu family was the most devout, so their words carried more weight at the altar. But their family was different, the Jiang family's gods were as good as dead, and anyone could step on them.
But it's different now.
The Jiang family's clan god is back. Although his power is still very weak, he can appear... Does this mean that he has obtained some kind of power of will?
Because of him?
"Am I your first believer?" Jiang Yuelu muttered to herself while facing the statue on the altar: "No. A hundred years ago, our Jiang family was very prosperous. You must have had many believers at that time."
"But now I'm the only one..."
If a person is always lonely, it is not pitiful.
But if you have experienced the bustle of flowers, how can you endure a hundred years of solitude?
Jiang Yuelu stood up, collected all the incense and candles from the house, and lit them one by one in the attic.
It was still daytime outside, but the candles were burning brightly, seeming hotter and brighter than the sun.
"Gentlemen used to say that offering sacrifices to gods requires piety, like igniting the soul, and dedicating the most precious crystals to the gods. I used to think it was just a joke, but I didn't expect it to be true..."
In the magnificent shrine, every candle is burning itself.
Being in it, Jiang Yuelu also had the illusion of melting.
He lowered his head and made a sincere wish for the first time: "I hope we can meet again."
He raised his head and saw nothing happened. He waited until the last candle turned into wax, but still no miracle happened. He couldn't help but feel discouraged. He went downstairs with his head down and met Jiang Rihu who had returned.
Jiang Rihu thought he had skipped class again, so he rolled up his sleeves and beat him up immediately.
But Jiang Yuelu didn't even try to escape, and Jiang Rihu was completely hopeless. He put away his hand and wondered: Did this kid fail the exam? So he touched his brother's head awkwardly.
"It's okay, just do your best. Even if the sky falls, your brother will still hold it up."
Jiang Yuelu was about to cry, "Brother, our family is finished."
Jiang Rihu: "What nonsense are you talking about?!"
Now that God is gone, isn’t that the end?
Jiang Yuelu was worried and found the afternoon classes boring. Cockscomb and Feather Brother saw that he was in a bad mood and were particularly considerate. They helped him get away with it and avoided many sharp questions.
His heart was always worried about the attic. He waited until school was over and finally ran back home like a whirlwind without eating, then went up to the second floor with a clang.
“Wow——”
Behind the open door stood a figure.
He was almost crying—with emotion.
"You...you're back again!"
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