Two weeks later.
Compared to the previous period, people are still dying in the village, but not as many as before, and the spirits are not appearing as frequently.
The villagers breathed a sigh of relief and returned to their daily lives.
The annual sacrificial ceremony is about to begin, and they are busy preparing offerings for the mountain god.
The village chief felt inexplicably uneasy, and his wrinkled face showed a hint of dejection.
Perhaps he was a little nervous because he had some greed this time, but it's not a big deal.
Watching the procession move forward, the village chief comforted himself with these thoughts.
The dense crowd began to walk up the mountain. They lived at the foot of the mountain, and the place of worship was on the mountainside.
As for going any higher, no one dares to go.
The villagers' sacrificial rites are simple, but for this small place, they are considered solemn.
The towering flames, carrying intense heat, gradually radiated heat in all directions, as if trying to melt people.
The village chief, covered in sweat, led a group of villagers to kneel on the ground, muttering incantations.
The willow spirit, living high up, looked down at the firelight and the tiny black shadow below, and shook its branches somewhat discontentedly.
The little fox, perched on the tree trunk, also opened its curious eyes to watch the villagers below.
"Yun Sheng, stop looking." The willow tree spirit stopped him, her tone tinged with displeasure.
He said that the place was barren because it had been burned every year.
Fortunately, he left quickly back then, otherwise he would have been used as firewood for cooking long ago.
The little fox nodded in confusion, as if agreeing with what Bu Yi had said.
He couldn't understand what was being said, but he could tell what people were saying by their tone of voice.
The willow tree spirit then realized that his tone when speaking to the little fox hadn't been very nice. "I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about the group of people down there."
"What's the point of the sacrifice now? They must have done something to displease Lord Jinlei to deserve such punishment."
A thousand years ago, there were no man-eating monsters in Wushan, only mountain spirits.
Then there's him, the tree spirit formed by spiritual energy.
Thinking of this, a touch of sadness flashed through the tree spirit's heart. He hadn't seen Lord Jin Lei for a long time and wondered how he was doing.
Back then, I don't know what happened.
The sacrificial ceremony was still in progress when the village chief had three people seeking blessings stand at the front.
There are only three Longevity Pills, which are never enough to go around. Only with a sincere request can the Mountain God grant Longevity.
A child's heart is not yet burdened by trivial matters, and coupled with their love for their mother, it must be the most sincere emotion.
As for that villager, the village chief didn't actually have high hopes for him.
His wife died a few days ago, leaving behind several children.
In just a few days, he had already gotten involved with a woman in the village whose husband had died.
He was usually quite honest, very good to his family, and responsible to his home, but sometimes reality is just that cruel; men don't appreciate affection.
After his wife's death, all the feelings they once had seemed to vanish.
Although the village chief was old, he still looked down on such people, and thus his eyes held a hint of disdain as he looked at the man in front of him.
That was too fast; he changed his mind too quickly.
The village chief's wife also died at the hands of a spirit. At first, he was indeed saddened, but then he began to get used to it.
He hadn't considered remarrying, mainly for the sake of his reputation, but as time went on, he began to reminisce about his time with his wife.
Before long, he lost all interest in remarrying.
When he was old and dying, he had no wife or children, and all he wanted was to live forever.
The ceremony lasted all day, and it wasn't until evening that everyone headed home.
As darkness fell, those seeking blessings sat quietly at home, awaiting the mountain god's bestowal.
The village chief sat quietly by the bed, his eyes slightly darkened, but his wrinkled eyes were full of smiles.
——
Liuyin is over a month pregnant, and her belly is indeed a bit bigger than it was at the beginning.
However, Tulu seemed to be able to vaguely sense the breath of life, with faint breathing sounds in his ears.
The man looked up with a look of surprise, "I think I can sense them."
The butcher's face was full of smiles; lately, he'd been smiling more and more.
Just being with Liuyin makes him happy.
What's more, they also have their child at this time.
"Have you decided what names to give them?"
Tu Lu shook his head. "Not yet."
He then pressed his ear close to Liuyin's abdomen, carefully listening to the child's faint breathing.
One, two, three, four...
The man suddenly hesitated, then looked up at Liu Yin, "I think I heard four?"
There was a hint of uncertainty in his voice when he said this.
Both he and Liuyin are mountain spirits; how could they possibly have four children at once?
Or did he mishear?
"Don't you like it?" Liuyin asked him with a smile.
Even though Liu Yin's smile was so gentle, Tu Lu had a bad feeling.
“Of course not,” the man immediately retorted.
"It's just a little hard to imagine what they would look like."
"What they will look like has already been decided, but their names haven't been decided yet."
"That makes sense," the man nodded in agreement, indicating that he needed to think of a few more names.
Liu Yin knew that the true form of the slaughter was a wolf, and its gestation period was similar to that of the snake clan, both lasting two months.
They will be born in another month.
Liu Yin glanced at the man beside her who was thinking of a name and felt that it was a bit unreliable.
He's taken this long to come up with even one name; wouldn't it take even longer to come up with several?
Unfortunately, she herself didn't have much talent for naming things.
Liu Yin gently stroked her abdomen and sighed inwardly.
"By the way, I want to eat the fruit you picked for me before."
Tu Lu raised his head slightly. "Alright."
Aren't you going to ask me which one I want?
The man's response was too quick, which inexplicably made Liu Yin a little angry; it was too perfunctory.
Why didn't they even ask her which fruit she liked?
"I should know which fruits you like."
Tu Lu held Liu Yin in his arms and whispered in her ear.
As soon as Liu Yin's voice came out, he knew that she was probably a little unhappy.
Even though he didn't know the reason, Tu Lu still felt that he should apologize to her and make her happy.
After all, the tree spirit had mentioned that during pregnancy, a woman might experience mood swings and irritability.
Tu Lu thought to himself that he shouldn't make Liu Yin feel annoyed.
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