"I can't wait for him to come to me!" The old man's lips trembled.
Xia Chuhe handed her another ladle of water.
The old man looked at Xia Chuhe and said, "You're a good person. I need your help with something, is that alright?"
"Tell me what it is first." Xia Chuhe didn't want to add to her to-do list unnecessarily. If it was something easy, she would agree.
If it's not convenient... just pretend you didn't hear it.
The old man took a cloth bag from under his pillow, opened it, and found black eggshell fragments inside.
Judging from the pattern and size, it's very similar to the dragon egg Xia Chuhe drew. It should be the old man's egg, the one that hatched a dragon cub.
“My son, my son… he must be living well in the Heavenly Realm. If you go to the Heavenly Realm, please give this to him for me.” The old man wrapped the eggshell and handed the cloth bag to Xia Chuhe.
“Tell him, tell him…” The old man paused, then muttered to himself for a long time, “What can I say… In my whole life, I’ve been nothing but a stinking rat. What can I say to Longwa?”
The old woman's mouth opened and closed, but Xia Chuhe could no longer hear what she was saying.
Xia Chuhe took the cloth bag: "If I meet him, I will give the things to him."
The old woman reached out and patted herself down, but found nothing. She smiled bitterly and said, "I have nothing to give you, but I have something else. I hope you won't find it offensive. Consider it payment for asking you for a favor. Hold out your hand."
Xia Chuhe reached out her hand as instructed, and the old man tapped her palm.
Nothing happened, but the old man, as if completely exhausted, slid down the wall.
Xia Chuhe frowned. She placed a few nutrient solutions by the old man's bedside and moved the water tank to the old man's bedside as well.
Just as Xia Chuhe was about to pour water into the water vat, the old man stretched out his withered hand and gasped, "Don't...don't bother, take it all away."
"I...I can't go on anymore. Don't waste these good things." The old man pointed to the second villager at the foot of the bed. "Hide him...hide him in the water tank. In this place, those stinky rats won't be able to find him for a while."
Xia Chuhe pursed his lips, remaining motionless.
The old man smiled as he watched the small black snake on Xia Chuhe's finger. His hand slowly lowered, his eyes closed, and he died.
Inside the thatched hut, the only sound for a moment was the rustling of the wind blowing through the thatch.
Xia Chuhe let out a soft sigh, breaking the silence in the thatched hut. She lifted the lid of the water vat: "Let's get started."
Wang Yan and Lao Qin silently lifted the body of the villager Lao Er and threw it into the water vat.
Xia Chuhe replaced the lid and moved the water vat back to its original place. The group thoroughly cleaned up the traces of the battle, restoring the thatched hut to its original state when they first entered. Only a small patch of charred earth on the top floor silently testified to the fierce struggle that had taken place there.
While Wang Yan and the others were tidying up the thatched hut, Xia Chuhe came out for some fresh air.
Feeling the air a hundred times fresher than in the wasteland, Xia Chuhe let out a long sigh of relief.
Lu Dangui appeared silently behind Xia Chuhe: "Did you kill the second brother because of that old man?"
"Which one? Oh, that female rat?" Xia Chuhe stretched. "Old people, pregnant women, children, adults... it doesn't matter who it is."
Xia Chuhe looked at Lu Dangui: "I hate the second brother. If you want to kill him, just kill him."
Sympathy, pity, and self-respect are all things of civilized society. In the wasteland, survival is the top priority.
Xia Chuhe laughed and said, "If we don't kill the second brother, how are we going to get the dungeon core?"
Lu Dangui's eyes flashed: "You know what the core of the dungeon is now?"
Xia Chuhe pointed at the dog's head peeking out of Lu Dangui's pocket: "Didn't you expect that?"
“That turntable…” Lu Dangui immediately realized.
That's right, the baby-drawing wheel. Everything in Peach Blossom Village revolves around the baby-drawing wheel.
Even if Xia Chuhe guessed wrong, the lucky draw wheel is not the core of the dungeon, but it must be some kind of important item.
Just as the two finished speaking, Xin Diao pushed open the door: "Oh, so you two are lazing around outside while we're working up a sweat inside!"
Xia Chuhe said seriously, "We're doing the most mentally taxing activity. We've already figured out what the core of the dungeon is."
Sister Li glanced at Xia Chuhe, who was spouting nonsense, and exchanged a look with Sister Diao and Old Qin. The three of them said in unison, "The lucky draw wheel."
Aside from Wang Yan, who was too lazy to think, and Boss Xin, who was so impolite that he was incapable of rational thought, everyone else had thought of it.
Boss Xin quietly approached Wang Huohuo, feeling that they were out of place with him.
Xia Chuhe glanced at Wang Yan's bleeding arm: "What happened to your arm?"
"It's nothing. I was accidentally scratched by a black rat when I was blocking the door earlier. Old Qin took a look at it for me." Wang Yan didn't seem to care much.
Xia Chuhe saw that his injuries were not serious and did not ask any further questions.
Without the second brother watching them, the group leisurely and unhurriedly went to steal the lottery tickets from the children's spinning wheel.
Even before reaching the turntable, Xia Chuhe's palms began to heat up, precisely where the old man had pointed earlier.
Xia Chuhe opened his palm, and a number appeared on it—20.
20? What does that mean?
The closer you are to the turntable, the hotter your palms get.
This number reminded Xia Chuhe of the number of lottery draws that evolved beings have in dungeons. Seven days in total, three times a day... a very close number.
Before Xia Chuhe could figure it out, Xin Diao had already reached out to move the turntable.
Based on the fact that Boss Xin killed the old turtle with three punches, her strength is equivalent to Lu Zhishen... making her the strongest among them.
However, Boss Xin's face turned red, but the roulette wheel didn't move at all, not even turning once.
Xin Diao: "...It can't be my fault, the turntable isn't turned like that!"
Xia Chuhe gently flicked the dial with his hand, and the dial spun, the pointer stopping in the mouse area.
A mouse was lifted up.
The number in Xia Chuhe's hand turned into 19.
So that's how it is.
The only thing the old woman had, the only thing she could give Xia Chuhe, was her innate "fertility."
Twenty times in total.
Xia Chuhe kept spinning the turntable.
Ox, Rat, Tiger, Rat, Rabbit...
Old Qin grabbed Xia Chuhe's wrist: "Are you crazy? Are you alright?"
However, after coming into contact with Xia Chuhe, he discovered that Xia Chuhe's health bar showed no signs of decreasing.
Xia Chuhe said, "It's not mine, it's hers."
“Perhaps, she shouldn’t have died so quickly.” Xia Chuhe looked down at the numbers in his palm.
If the old man hadn't given this special ability to Xia Chuhe, she might have lived longer instead of dying immediately.
Xia Chuhe's words made everyone understand her meaning.
They watched in silence as Xia Chuhe spun the turntable.
The old woman was extremely lucky to have a son in her first pregnancy, and her good fortune was passed on to Xia Chuhe.
With twenty chances, aside from eleven mice, Xia Chuhe drew nine animals, excluding dragons and snakes, in equal numbers.
With this, Xia Chuhe successfully collected all twelve zodiac animals.
However, the problems they faced remained unresolved.
How do I take the turntable away?
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