47 Lying Dead for Nine Years
"I never thought you'd venture into the withered forest alone at night just to pay your respects to your late husband. I imagine you must have had a deep bond with him."
The group sat back down by the fire. Jing Yunzhan finished her sigh and looked at the boy standing beside Hua Lang. She asked curiously, "Oh, this child must be from you and your late husband, right? He's already this big? Do mortals usually get married this early?"
"Of course not, I..." Hua Lang said without hesitation, "I don't know this kid at all."
But before she could finish her words, the boy next to her twisted her arm.
Hua Lang immediately covered her arm in pain and turned her head away in shock. How could someone so young have such strong hands?
Jing Yunzan didn't know why she suddenly fell silent mid-sentence, so she asked, "What's wrong? Don't you two know each other at all?"
Others were also attracted by the noise, especially Pei Miu.
He looked at the two of them with suspicion. Even if the sword formation had no effect on them, how could an eight or nine-year-old boy appear alone in the wilderness in the middle of the night? There must be something wrong.
The boy pinched Hua Lang but said nothing, and didn't seem to be worried about the situation at all. He glanced at Hua Lang's bloodstained clothes, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped his hands. Although he was still childish, his movements were filled with an indescribable sense of dignity and nobility.
Hua Lang understood what the boy meant and reluctantly smiled, "Haha... How could I not recognize him? What I wanted to say just now is that this child is not my late husband's son, but the son of me and my current husband..."
If she hadn't just crawled out of the grave and was caught by this little brat of unknown origin, she would never have made excuses for him.
"My current husband?" Jing Yunzan silently retracted her words. It seemed that her feelings for her late husband were not necessarily very deep.
Pei Miu still did not let down his guard. He sat up straight and said, "Since your late husband is buried in the Jiankui Forest, I guess you live in a village nearby. How about I let my junior brother give you a ride?"
Hua Lang had no idea what villages were around here. Facing Pei Miu's gaze, she felt immense pressure. "No, no, no, there's no need to trouble you. When daybreak comes, we, mother and son, will find our way back to the village."
Pei Miu said calmly, "It's okay. Protecting mortals is also the duty of an immortal cultivator."
Hua Lang looked around and said, "Actually, I... I don't plan to go back to the village yet."
Pei Miu's eyes suddenly became sharp. "This place is so desolate. Where do you want to go, all alone with your child?"
Seeing Pei Miu put his hand on the knife handle again, Hua Lang's scalp tingled. She quickly called up the main storyline, glanced at the panel, and blurted out: "I still want to go to Ghost Abyss!"
Ghost Abyss? As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere instantly became quiet, and everyone looked at each other in surprise.
Jing Yunzan asked doubtfully, "You are a mortal, how do you know about Guiyuan?"
Hua Lang, who woke up to find her husband dead and a grown-up son, finally grew more confident. She said confidently, "It all started from our meeting that day..."
"...After the child's father was spotted by the immortal sect, he severed his earthly ties and abandoned us, mother and child, in the mortal world. We, an orphan and a widow, stayed in the village for a long time, but after a while, we were no longer favored by the village chief. On the way to escape the village with the child, I met an immortal who said that he had seen my husband in the Ghost Abyss. So, I took the child to find that unfaithful man."
After saying this, Hua Lang lowered his head and pretended to wipe away his tears.
The child standing next to her still had a wooden face after hearing about her miserable childhood. After hearing the story, he even looked as if he had been abused to the point of being stupid.
It turns out she met an unfaithful man. How pitiful! No wonder she came to pay tribute to her deceased husband in the middle of the night!
"Wow, it's so pitiful..." Shan Yue was the first to burst into tears. He heard tears rolling in his big eyes and wished he could rush to Guiyuan right now to find the unfaithful man who abandoned his wife and children.
Shan Yue grabbed Pei Miu's shirt, ruffling his neatly-woven hem, and pleaded, "Brother, how can a mortal like her find Ghost Abyss? We're going to Ghost Abyss too, so why not take them with us?"
Pei Miu remained silent, and the other disciples beside him could no longer sit still, and began to comfort Hua Lang:
"This is outrageous! We are disciples from Yunfu. This is our senior brother Pei Miu from Baizhang Peak, and that is our senior sister Jing Yunzhan from Juexiao Peak. With the two of them here, no matter who your husband is, we can definitely beat him into submission!"
Seeing Hua Lang covering his face and trembling, someone else said, "Junior brother, go find some firewood quickly. Mortals are not as tough as immortal cultivators. Let's make the fire burn brighter."
Hua Lang hid and laughed until she was sweating from the heat. Then she quickly flattened the corners of her mouth, raised her face and said with a sad expression, "...Thank you very much, but you are from the immortal sect. There is a difference between immortals and mortals. It is still inappropriate for you to travel together."
The disciples who were also sweating from the heat all looked at Pei Miu. It must be because the eldest brother refused to give in that the other party was unwilling to go with them.
Pei Miu still felt that this woman was strange, but he thought it would be safer to keep her under his watch than to let someone suspicious go. He finally relented and said, "Your husband is also a cultivator. As the wife of a cultivator, how can you say there is any difference between immortals and mortals? Tomorrow, you will come with us to Ghost Abyss."
Seeing his statement, everyone felt relieved and said repeatedly: "Then I will continue to sleep and practice!"
Afterwards, they all quietly moved away from the fire pile that was as big as a hill.
Seeing the disciples closing their eyes one by one, Hua Lang, who had slept in the coffin for a long time, was still energetic. She poked the child who had stood beside her for a long time without feeling numb on his feet, and asked, "Where are you from?"
This child is really strange. Not only did he appear in the wilderness, but his face alone was enough to scare Hua Lang.
Because his facial features are extremely similar to Hua Lang's, and with a pair of amber pupils, he looks like a fusion of Hua Lang and Yan Rong.
But Hua Lang was very sure that she had never given birth to a son this big.
The child dodged Hua Lang's hand, looked extremely disgusted, and silently took a few steps to the side.
Hua Lang reached out to poke him again, "Don't be silent, where's your mother?"
Looking at the corner of Hua Lang's clothes that had been soiled, the child's face suddenly turned cold. However, when a child makes such an expression, the baby fat on his face only looks rounder. He mocked, "Aren't you my mother?"
Hua Lang always felt like he was being mocked by an eight-year-old child. "How is that possible? I'm only twenty-two. How could I have given birth to a child as old as you?"
"You? Twenty-two years old?" The childish tone was full of doubt.
Hua Lang nodded, "It's genuine."
The child was silent for a moment. After a while, he said, "Did you sleep in the grave and become stupid? You don't even know how many years it is now?"
How many years? She probably slept in the grave for three days at most.
The child continued, "It is now the 231st year of the Tianlan Immortal Calendar."
Two hundred and thirty-one years?
Hua Lang was stunned for a moment, and she subconsciously calculated...
One, two, three...nine years?
She slept for nine years? How is that possible?!
Hua Lang immediately ran to shake 001, "001, are you there? Something big has happened. Tell me what year it is in the Immortal Calendar!"
001 started up, and it made intermittent electric current sounds like a rusty machine.
“Ding, ding—ding—”
Hua Lang:?
Before she could say anything else, Hua Lang's brain was instantly flooded with dense "Ding Ding!", "Ding Ding!", "Ding Ding!" like a flood!
The almost overlapping sounds seemed to have been accumulating for a long time, and finally when the valve was opened, they sounded one after another, so noisy that it was a headache!
...After nearly half an incense stick of fire had blared, Hua Lang's mind finally became clear.
…
[Points +5]
【Points Balance: 0】
Hua Lang:?
She opened her eyes wide and looked at the huge "0" over and over again.
She finally felt the reality of lying dormant for nine years: the male protagonist had, over those years, helped her pay off her debt of one thousand points! !
[Host, long time no, no no no——see you! ]
001 finally appeared, but upon seeing the child next to Hua Lang, it immediately began to stutter again, "Wait, wait, wait, wait, host! How come this human child looks so much like you!"
As if fearing Hua Lang wouldn't believe it, 001 thoughtfully projected Hua Lang's face and the child's face side by side. It randomly analyzed, "Look, the eyes are exactly the same, the nose is exactly the same, and the mouth is exactly the same!"
Hua Lang first looked at her face. Thanks to the facial fixation technique, she still looked fresh even after lying down for nine years.
She already knew that the boy looked similar to her, but she didn't expect that even their eye color was so similar.
Hua Lang blinked slowly, "001, why did my eyes turn amber?"
It is the same amber color as the boy and Yan Rong.
They say children take after their mothers.
How come in her case, the child takes after his mother?
【Author’s words】
I'm really late, I'm going to review myself for 800 words [burst into tears]
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