Chapter 442: Little NPC and Player Boss 20
Cha Jiu's lips are very soft.
Like ripe berries.
Just take a sip and the sweet juice will burst out.
Yan Wugui used a certain amount of restraint to force himself to let her go instead of kissing her.
In his opinion, the little white dragon worm was still a child who had just transformed. How could he have any romantic feelings?
Unexpectedly, as soon as he let go and walked away, Cha Jiu's soft and fragrant body immediately chased after him and stuck closely to him, even using all four limbs like she did when she was a child before, wrapping around his neck and strong waist.
Yan Wugui's mind went blank for two seconds, but he subconsciously reached out and caught her steadily.
Cha Jiu felt safe in his arms, and then he tore off the calm face he had been pretending to be, trembling: "Yan Yan, why did you come just now? I was scared to death by that mountain god!"
It was you who almost pissed off the mountain god to death.
The system thought secretly.
Yan Wugui was still hesitating whether to push her away a second ago, after all, physical contact between men and women is not allowed.
But the next second, seeing her pitiful look, I softened my heart and forgot about pushing her away. I habitually patted her on the back and said, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Cha Jiu hugged him tighter, and spoke almost next to his ear with her sweet lips.
"The mountain god wanted to use a fake you to trick me into making a wish... But I have you in my heart and remember you carefully. I can tell who is real and who is fake at a glance."
Yan Wugui's heart skipped a beat.
He ignored the strange feeling in his heart and patted her head: "Little Bug is really amazing."
Cha Jiu nuzzled his cheek affectionately.
The headless corpse was still banging on the door frantically outside, but the game suddenly released a temporary side quest:
Find out the secret between the mountain god and the villagers and escape from the illusion.
"Let's go in and take a look."
Yan Wugui put Cha Jiu down, took her hand and walked towards the earthen house behind him.
With a creaky sound, the door was pushed open and a strong smell of medicine wafted into the air.
The room was dimly lit. A middle-aged woman was sitting beside the bed, feeding medicine to the boy who was resting his head on her shoulder.
The boy looked no more than ten years old, but his eyes were closed, his face was pale, and he looked like he was seriously ill.
The dark medicine poured into his mouth along the spoon and flowed out from the corners of his mouth without leaving a drop.
Cha Jiu had studied medicine all his life in the previous small world, and now he could tell at a glance that the child was beyond medical help and was doomed to die.
The woman put down the medicine bowl, held the boy's head and cried bitterly, her face full of sorrow.
"Oh my God, why did you give our Chen family a child, and now you want to take his life away?"
"My poor son, what can I do to save you..."
The woman was a widow. Her parents-in-law and husband had all died ten years ago, and the boy was her only posthumous child.
At this time, the sound of several children playing came from outside the window, and they were singing a strange nursery rhyme: "Big red silk, live roosters, sacrifice to the mountain god on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. The mountain god asks you what you want: a golden house, a beautiful face, and a breath of fairy air to get rid of diseases..."
The woman gradually stopped crying, as if possessed by a demon, and murmured, "Yes, go and pray to the mountain god, and exchange my life for my son's life..."
Having said that, she got out of bed, prepared her things, and planned to go to the back mountain to pay homage.
As for the two strangers standing in the room, she seemed not to see them.
Cha Jiu couldn't help but say, "She knew that the price of making a deal with the mountain god was her own life, but she still did it. This is the love of a loving mother."
Yan Wugui looked at the busy figure of the woman and said calmly: "I am afraid that her motherly love will be nothing but a passing fancy in the end."
Cha Jiu was stunned: "What do you mean?"
Without waiting for Yan Wugui to answer, the woman hurried out with the child.
She knew she was the sacrifice, so she didn't prepare anything. She just put some liquor in glass bottles and some rough cakes wrapped in red paper in the basket in her hand.
The headless corpses outside the door disappeared at some point.
Yan Wugui and Cha Jiu followed the woman up the mountain.
After twists and turns, they arrived at a huge cave that reached the sky. It was surrounded by mountain walls and covered with dense branches and vines, which absorbed all the little light that came from the cave above.
Therefore, the cave was very dark, with an eerie dark green light.
Yan Wugui noticed that the little bug beside him began to tremble violently again, so he took her into his arms.
No other meaning.
Just to be closer so that when danger comes, he can ensure her safety in the first place.
Cha Jiu was suddenly pulled over, snuggling against his warm and firm chest, and asked in a low voice: "Are you pulling me over because you are scared?"
Yan Wugui was too lazy to explain and nodded: "Well, I was scared, so I pulled you over here."
Fear
From the first day he entered the game, he gradually forgot this feeling that only weak people would have.
Cha Jiu believed it, put his arm around her slender waist, and comforted him: "Then hold me tight, and I won't be afraid if you hold me tight!"
Her tone and expression were as innocent as a child, and her mind was transparent.
It was as if she was completely unaware of the moment when Yan Wugui pressed his big hand on her slender and soft lower back, and her breathing stopped when he touched her tight and delicate skin through the thin clothes.
"Let's go." Yan Wugui didn't say anything.
But he didn't take his hand off Cha Jiu's waist.
…
We went down layer by layer along the mountain wall and finally arrived at the bottom of the cave.
In the middle, there was a high platform covered with moss and tree roots, on which stood a stone statue of a mountain god as tall as a person, which was similar to the one Cha Jiu had seen in the sedan chair.
The woman placed the unconscious child in front of the statue, arranged the offerings, and began to kneel down to pray.
"Mountain God, please save my child. I am willing to exchange everything for him..."
the woman kept repeating.
The eyes of the stone statues were all staring at her, smiling weirdly.
Soon, a cold wind blew by.
The woman's body was stiff, as if she was bent over. She closed her eyes and pulled out the knife from the basket. She drew a sacrificial formation on the ground with a rigid movement, then raised the knife and suddenly cut the aorta in her neck!
The warm blood flowed out, attracting some creature that had been lurking in the cave.
Then, Cha Jiu saw the most terrifying scene in her life.
The dark mountain wall began to bulge with small bumps, each as big as a baby. The things inside were stirring, breathing up and down, as if greedily sniffing the sweet and delicious smell of blood in the air.
The bulge broke open, and the surrounding mountain walls suddenly became like intact skin with countless pus-oozing holes. Large black and brown fleshy worms dripping with mucus crawled out of the holes.
The whole cave!
"Yan Yan..."
"exist."
A clear yet reassuring voice rang in Cha Jiu's ears.
Then a big warm hand caressed the back of her neck, and her head was gently turned and pressed against his chest.
"Don't be afraid." Yan Wugui said.
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There is one more chapter, a little later
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