Chapter 125: God's Garden and He Jianzhu
The clock is ticking.
Uncle Yun went back to the kitchen to work. Xia Feng looked at the withered jasmine flowers outside the window for a while, then turned back and blinked:
"If we don't worship the gods, we will be punished by the gods. Tell me, should we worship the gods?"
Mu Qingtong shook her head. "In this kind of high-risk situation where there are huge doubts about the information, we just need to follow the principle of 'surface safety always implies higher dangers'. There's nothing much to say."
"Oh, this." Xia Feng held his forehead. He thought Mu Qingtong would give a lot of reasoning, but he didn't expect it to be so simple and crude.
But it's true, although I don't know whether the God of the Sky is a beast of disaster or a neutral rule of this place, worshiping Him can gain His protection and avoid the wrath of the gods. If this is true, then why bother to pass the level.
So there is nothing to worry about, just go for it.
"Speaking of which, you're here to look for your mother's whereabouts. Where would you start?"
Xia Feng asked through voice transmission, and the next moment he heard the word "calm" and said, "Let it be."
"?" Xia Feng was speechless. With such a casual attitude, was this woman really here to investigate He Jianzhu's whereabouts?
He was about to ask something else when Mu Qingtong's voice rang out in his mind again.
"That old man and Xiaowen, who has been upstairs all the time, are both 'orphans.' But this middle-aged man is not an orphan."
Xia Feng understood what she meant when she was halfway through her words. This witch wanted to kill Uncle Yun directly and then use a spiritual weapon to hypnotize his soul and ask him questions.
It is a convenient and efficient method. After all, the rule only states that orphans cannot be attacked.
At this moment, Uncle Yun came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot chicken soup.
He regained his enthusiasm and said with a smile, "My two lords, come and try the chicken soup my mother made. It's delicious."
He scooped two bowls and handed out spoons and chopsticks to the two with a smile on his face. "Just treat it like your own home. Don't be restrained."
“.”
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong both looked at the rich, appetizing chicken soup in front of them.
"Oh, yes." Uncle Yun's wrinkled eyes were filled with smiles. "You two, you've been sitting here for so long, why don't you worship the gods?"
Xia Feng smiled and didn't answer directly. Instead, he pointed to the dark red shrine next to the toilet and said, "Uncle Yun, why do we put an apple tree on the altar?"
There is no statue in the center of the shrine, but there is a mini tree half a meter high with two crisp red fruits hanging on the tree, which look like apples.
"This isn't just any apple tree," Uncle Yun said, his expression becoming serious. "This is the Tree of Grace. My two lords, after you worship the God, the God of the Sky will infuse grace into the fruit. Then, you can each pick one of the Grace Fruits. Whoever eats the Grace Fruit will be protected by the God of the Sky and will no longer be the target of the gods' wrath."
"Oh, is that so?" Xia Feng said with a smile, "That sounds pretty impressive~"
"So, my lords, it's almost midnight. I suggest you hurry up. After all, even the God of the Sky doesn't like lazy believers who worship at the appointed time."
Your reason for urging you is quite fresh and unconventional. Xia Feng grinned and stared at the middle-aged man with burning eyes: "But, what if we just don't want to worship?"
The middle-aged man had a simple and attentive smile on his face.
But as Xia Feng watched, the corners of his lips slowly tightened, "Don't want to, do you?"
The light above the dining table was dim.
The atmosphere was silent for two seconds. The middle-aged man slowly lowered his head. In the shadows, the corners of his lips curled up in a cold and sinister manner. "Haha~ But my two respected lords, you have to bow now, even if you don't want to!"
As soon as the words fell, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong seemed to be paralyzed and collapsed directly on the chairs.
[You are attacked by the D-level spiritual weapon, the Hand of the Dead Chicken]
[Detected a replicable spiritual weapon: Hand of the Dead Chicken]
"You two are so shameless." Uncle Yun said calmly, standing up and twisting his neck with an indifferent look. "Those two outsiders were so easy to fool. You two are really troublesome."
Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong slumped in the chairs at the dining table, their eyes calm and not at all panicked.
[Copy successful——]
[D. Dead Chicken Hand: The scent of cooked chicken becomes your weapon, granting it paralysis or even sleep. The more fragrant the chicken, the greater the effect. If the target smells chicken for more than six hours, you can directly paralyze and damage the target's brain nerves, causing their death.]
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What the hell is this spiritual weapon? Xia Feng almost choked. The abilities of spiritual weapons are really bizarre.
"Old lady, hurry up and come out to help." Uncle Yun shouted coldly into the kitchen, and the expressionless old lady walked out slowly.
"Drag these two idiots to the altar. If they don't want to worship, force them to do so." The middle-aged man sneered and was about to walk towards Xia Feng, but his pupils suddenly dilated in shock and he stopped abruptly, "What—"
He opened his mouth, and then collapsed to the ground with a plop, his face horrified. Is this... his own spiritual weapon ability?
"Tsk tsk, not bad. Although the name of your spiritual weapon is a bit strange, the effect is quite good." Xia Feng leaned back in his chair and chuckled.
When the old woman at the kitchen door saw her son suddenly fall to the ground, her face changed, and she subconsciously took a step back with fear in her cloudy eyes.
"Damn~ old woman! It seems like I can't keep you here anymore." The middle-aged man's cold and low voice came from the ground. The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if preparing to face death.
But after waiting for two seconds, there was no severe pain that paralyzed her nerves. She opened her eyes in confusion, only to see the middle-aged man lying on the ground motionless with a golden cross in his eye sockets and a ferocious expression.
Her legs gave way, and she stumbled down, leaning against the wall. Her expression was hollow and she murmured hoarsely, "What a sin! What a sin!"
Xia Feng watched this scene expressionlessly. Obviously, the old woman had smelled the chicken for a long time, so the middle-aged man could kill her with just a thought. If the old woman died, the middle-aged man would become an orphan and could no longer be attacked by outsiders.
The middle-aged man wanted to use this to make Xia Feng violate the rule of 'not attacking orphans'.
But unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, any plan is futile.
Although her body was paralyzed, Mu Qingtong used the power of the spiritual weapon to control her body and stood up. She slowly walked to the middle-aged man, slid down with a knife, and separated the head from the neck.
The middle-aged man's spirit floated in the air, his eyes empty.
Mu Qingtong did not question his spirit, but looked at the old woman who was slumped on the ground with a calm look: "Tell me everything you know."
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The old woman stared at her son's body in silence for a long time, not revealing much emotion. Her eyes gradually dimmed, and she sighed, "You should have guessed it. Praying to the gods to gain protection is indeed a lie."
"After you worship the gods, not only will you not receive protection, but your souls will be shattered and absorbed by the Blessing Tree."
She looked at the small apple tree on the altar, her cloudy eyes were complicated and incomprehensible. "Little girl, do you see those two red fruits? They are the two people my son tricked last year."
"The Sky God said that if the tree is full of five blessing fruits, the person who has made the greatest contribution will be allowed to leave this place and enter the God's Garden, where we can find all the happiness we desire."
Xia Feng looked at the Gift Fruit and was slightly surprised. So this was actually a human? Gift Fruit? This was a human flesh fruit, right?
"The Garden of Gods?" Mu Qingtong narrowed her eyes slightly. "So, has anyone been in there before?"
"Of course there are," the old woman said solemnly. "Although I came here ten years ago, I've known this place has been in trouble for over a decade. Every month, several people meet the quota, so I estimate that the number of people who have ascended to the Divine Garden is at least a hundred, nearly a thousand."
"But honestly, no one knows whether the Divine Garden even exists. After all, those who meet the quota disappear without a trace, and no one knows where they go."
It's probably dead, but the result won't be much better if he doesn't die. Xia Feng complained in his heart.
"You came here ten years ago?" Mu Qingtong suddenly asked, "Then do you know He Jianzhu?"
"He Jianzhu?" The old woman was stunned for a moment, her eyes slightly quizzical. "I don't know He Jianzhu, but I do know a female doctor named He."
(End of this chapter)
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