As dawn broke, Liuyin was awakened by the heat around her. She turned away impatiently, moving further away from the heat source.
Seeing her actions, Tu Lu stretched out his long arm and pulled her into his arms.
"Why do we have to stay so far away?" Tu Lu bit Liu Yin's earlobe, sucking on it a few times, while gently stroking Liu Yin's abdomen with one hand.
"You're too hot."
"Then wait a moment."
Sensing that Tu Lu was about to leave, Liu Yin regained some consciousness, her voice slightly hoarse, "Where are you going?"
"Isn't it hot? I'll go soak in the stream for a bit, then come back when I'm cool."
Liu Yin suddenly didn't know what to say, and just silently looked at him.
"What's wrong?" Tu Lu asked, somewhat confused.
"It's nothing." Liu Yin shook her head. "You should come back."
"But don't you feel hot?" The man standing by the bed hesitated, not wanting Liuyin to feel uncomfortable.
Liu Yin grew impatient. "Come here when I tell you to."
"Don't be angry, I won't go."
Tu Lu quickly sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and pulled Liu Yin into his arms, gently stroking her back.
She's so delicate; it wouldn't be good for her health if she got upset, especially since she's pregnant.
After finishing her morning tasks, Liuyin prepared to find something for Tulu to do.
The spiritual energy of Wushan has many uses; it seems intangible, yet it can be transformed into tangible things.
Liuyin sat on the rock by the stream, nestled in Tulu's arms.
"We need lots of flowers over there, a deck chair, and then..."
After she finished speaking, Liuyin asked him again, "Do you know what the flower I'm talking about looks like?"
Tu Lu nodded with a smile, "You should know."
There are many flowers in the royal city, and Liu Yin's gaze lingered on those beautiful blossoms for a moment. He naturally knew what kind of flowers she liked.
Spiritual energy gathered in her palm, and a gentle breeze blew by. Instantly, many flowers grew where Liu Yin had pointed.
He has probably learned to appreciate beauty now; the flowers are of different kinds, yet they are arranged in a pleasing and unique way, creating a distinctive aesthetic.
The more he used his spiritual power, the more skilled he became at slaughtering. The treehouse where he used to live was now covered with flowers.
Do you like the pastries from the royal city?
Tu Lu held Liu Yin's hand, palm up, and a pastry appeared in Liu Yin's palm.
Liu Yin picked it up and looked at it. So spiritual power can be used like this?
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Wushan is like a paradise, of course, this only applies to Liuyin and Tulu.
The villagers at the foot of the mountain have been suffering terribly lately.
For some reason, starting one day, the number of spirits in the neighborhood began to increase, and they had to spend every night in fear.
In many corners of the village, severed limbs and bloodstains have begun to appear.
There were spirits and monsters before, but not many, unlike the frequent deaths we see now.
People who died before disappeared without a trace, but now, pools of blood are clearly visible, causing panic.
The village chief prayed to the gods and Buddhas every day, and even during the daytime, he took the villagers on a trip to Wushan.
The day of the sacrifice was still more than ten days away, but he was afraid that they wouldn't be able to hold on until then.
But it was no use; the monsters still came as usual, and the villagers were already complaining.
"Village chief, don't we worship the mountain god? Why doesn't he come to help us?"
A young man knelt on the ground, searching through his mother's remains, his fingers covered in blood and mud.
Last night, he and his family watched helplessly as his mother was dragged away by a long tongue, but dared not make a sound.
Actually, he already knew what had happened to his mother back then. But seeing the scattered bones on the ground this morning still made him somewhat devastated.
Don't they have a mountain god? Why is this happening?
The village chief's expression also turned slightly cold. He didn't really understand why there had suddenly increased in the number of spirits lately.
People nearby had already started whispering, and the whispers gradually grew louder.
Without exception, they were all complaining about the mountain god they had previously worshipped.
"Is the mountain god actually effective?"
"If this doesn't work, let's get out of here quickly?"
"More and more people are dying."
The village chief glanced at the faces of the surrounding villagers and couldn't help but sigh, "Enough! No one is allowed to speak ill of the mountain god!"
"If anyone wants to leave, they are welcome to leave the village and leave now."
Upon hearing this, the villagers looked at each other in bewilderment and did not mention leaving again.
Because they worshipped the mountain god, they weren't really worried about spirits and monsters before, and had even gotten used to it.
As long as the mountain god is present this time, those monsters will still die.
At that time, they did not know that the mountain god they had been worshipping had moved away from his dwelling and had never come to visit them since.
Slaughter might actually help them; perhaps they've been too lonely for the past thousand years.
He regarded those spirits as food, so they avoided him like the plague, and no demon ever spoke to him.
When the villagers at the foot of the mountain came to perform the sacrifice, Tu Lu was first filled with curiosity, because he did not understand what they were doing.
Over time, he realized that they were giving him gifts.
The life of a slaughterer is far too long; besides constantly expanding the cave, eating, and sleeping, there's not much else to do.
The day of the sacrifice was the day he saw the most people.
He viewed this as a form of exchange, which added a bit of fun to his life.
But after meeting Liuyin, such things seem to have lost their meaning.
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