[Master, the souls of mortals are too weak. I've been very careful with the soul search, but in the end, Wu Lao Er still couldn't withstand it and was driven insane.]
The system's voice was somewhat dejected; its data had only been connected to Wu Lao Er's brain for half a minute before his brain nerves couldn't withstand the strain and collapsed.
"Little Bead, mortals are fragile, it's not your fault. Did you get the message?"
[Got it, got it. This guy is indeed Feng Yang's confidant; he knows quite a bit. I've compiled everything into an article and put it in Wei Ping and Cai Xian's case.]
Upon hearing this, Wei Ping and Cai Xian felt relieved, but when they thought of the so-called soul-searching skill of the Divine Artifact Master, they were filled with shock and fear.
These people have a lot of secrets, many of which cannot be brought to light.
If one day they accidentally displease the two ancestors, the young master can give an order to the divine artifact master to search their souls!
What face would they have left to live in this world? Even if they've gone mad...
Moonlight: That's called "social death," which is like someone dying before they had time to delete their "study materials" from their computer, and then their acquaintances found out!
The crowd was filled with trepidation, yet their curiosity was palpable.
What useful information can the Divine Artifact Master obtain from Wu Lao Er through his so-called soul search?
The younger generation at the table were even more anxious, scratching their heads and poking each other. Wei Yan and Huo Sui were both pushed out by their brothers.
Who could possibly find out some information from their fathers?
So much so that on the return journey, the carriage had several extra tails.
Regardless of what her second brother and his纨绔 (playboy) brothers were up to, Yue Fuguang decided to take care of another matter while she was out of the city.
So he deliberately asked, "Little Pearl, if we go a few more miles ahead and turn a corner, will we reach the Imperial Estate?"
When Emperor Mingxi and Huo Ying chose the location of the new recruit camp near the Imperial Estate, they did not mean without the intention of having troops stationed nearby so that if anything happened to the Imperial Estate, soldiers could come to the rescue in time.
【Master, go three more miles forward, turn the corner, and then go one more mile. There's a fork in the road there. Turn into that road and you'll reach the Imperial Estate.】
Why is the master asking this? Are you going to check on the growth of the new grain?
"Now that we're out here, should we send some divine rain to the royal estate to boost production?"
"Then let's download it. It's not a big deal anyway."
One spoke lightly, the other answered casually, unaware of how excited the person following behind was.
Everyone: We've been blessed by the Immortal Lord and the Divine Artifact! We've managed to catch such a good thing!
Wei Ping and the others rolled their eyes, wondering what their emperor would think if he found out.
The incident happened suddenly, and they didn't have any suitable tools to catch the rainwater.
That's what everyone thought, but they still couldn't help but look at the small teacups and teapot on the low table in the carriage.
Holding this exquisite tea set, I realized for the first time that sometimes things that are too delicate are really not practical!
Following behind the carriage, Yu Boming and the others, who had been swaying as they rode, suddenly sat up straight.
The slight unease I felt when I followed them out vanished instantly.
If they can get caught in the rain, even if they have to turn back to camp soon, then this trip will be worthwhile!
So when Yue Fuguang suggested taking a different route back, the proposal was unanimously approved, and the convoy successfully turned onto the side road leading to Huangzhuang.
[Master, shall we get out of the car and go inside the royal estate in a bit?]
"No need for that. We can just create clouds and rain along the way."
At this time, they were less than a mile from the imperial estate. As the moonlight faded, the bright sunlight was suddenly covered by patches of shadow.
The once bright sky suddenly turned dark.
The gentle breeze that had been blowing on me suddenly grew stronger without warning, as if it came from all directions.
The people who had climbed out of the carriage and were sitting on the carriage shaft, ready to get wet in the rain, had their robes billowing in the wind.
They all looked up at the sky at the same time. The dark clouds were hanging very low, as if they could reach out and touch them.
The wind grew stronger, and the dark clouds piled up, slowly turning from gray to black.
[Master, doesn't this scene look like the weather suddenly changing and it's about to rain?]
Moonlight praised without reservation, "Little Beads are well made; now no one will suspect the rain is strange!"
Hearing the conversation between these two ancestors, everyone couldn't help but twitch at the corners of their mouths.
No wonder the pre-rain movement was so much longer and louder this time compared to the last time; it turns out it was to guard against them!
Yu Chongshan stroked his slowly blackening beard and smiled broadly. Yu Shuchun, sitting opposite him, saw his father's smug expression and smiled silently as well.
He turned around and looked back. Although he couldn't see much because of the heavy carriages blocking his view, it didn't stop him from knowing that the little brats were still following behind.
Yu Shuchun couldn't help but chuckle and mutter under his breath, "Those brats have pretty good luck!"
Wei Ping, Huo Ying, and Cai Xian had the same thought. They were very curious about how the injuries on the three boys would fare after being soaked in the rain.
Why am I getting more and more excited for this rain?!
Perhaps those two ancestors felt they had been brewing for long enough and the time was ripe, because when they were only half a mile away from the imperial village, the wind finally brought rain.
At first, there were only a few scattered, tentative marks, leaving dark imprints the size of copper coins on the dusty road.
In just a few breaths, the marks merged into a whole.
The wisps of rain and mist slowly transformed into long, slanted silver lines. Finally, millions of these silver lines intertwined, becoming transparent raindrops of all sizes.
The rustling sound quickly expanded into a torrential downpour, and a white curtain of rain rose between heaven and earth, obscuring the outlines of the people, vehicles, horses, and trees along the roadside.
The increase in the intensity of the rain is not like a gradual process, but more like a dam bursting after accumulation. All I can say is that this rain is very much in line with the style of the divine artifact!
The entire caravan, except for Yue Fuguang who remained comfortably in the carriage watching the scenery swaying in the wind and rain, was soaked to the bone, looking like happy drowned rats.
At first, everyone only felt a few cool breezes on their faces, carrying a fresh, earthy smell.
Soon, the chill turned into a heavy pounding, and the wind, carrying raindrops, rushed in. The air suddenly turned cold, and the cold rain that should have been hitting them inexplicably gave them a strange feeling of being enveloped in a hot spring.
The feeling is especially noticeable in people like Huo Ying, who have hidden injuries, and the three petty thieves behind him.
They couldn't help but twist their waists, feeling a ticklish sensation from their backs to their buttocks. Yu Boming and the others, who didn't seem very bright, couldn't help but scratch their heads. Were they finally getting a brain?!
"Chunying, Liuwei, would you like to get into the carriage to take shelter from the rain?"
Yue Fuguang went all out with her act, pretending to ask the two girls among the guards questions, while her cousin and the others didn't even need to pretend.
Shen Chunying wiped the rain off her face and said with a smile, "Sir, we are fine, you don't need to worry about us."
Liu Wei looked at her with starry eyes and said, "Sir, this rain feels so good! Spring rain is as precious as oil, we can't bear to waste this rare good rain."
Yue Fuguang nodded and stopped trying to persuade her, since she was just putting on an act.
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