43. The Ghost Village Worships Gods (9)
Tell me about your childhood.
Xie Yunhuai nodded with a smile, his thoughts echoing repeatedly from the lively and joyful tentacles.
[good. ]
[Okay~]
[Yay!]
[good……]
Having just seen the listless tentacles trapped in the clay statues of gods in the temple, Qin Fu'an now felt that they really should be more lively.
Qin Fu'an pulled the obedient boy to his side before finally turning his gaze to the two lying on the ground.
"I have two solutions here, would you like to hear them?"
He stood beside Liang Ping, who was writhing in pain, giving them no chance to refuse or agree. He stared down at the purplish-red, bruised marks on Liang Ping's neck and said with a casual smile, "First: apologize to him, and I'll give you a quick death."
Upon hearing this, all the players' eyelids twitched, thinking, "What kind of hellish option is this?"
Liang Ping had a strong will to survive. Even though he was being choked and was gasping for breath, he still managed to cough violently and say that he chose option two.
Liu Yu, standing nearby, cursed under his breath as an idiot, but under the watchful eyes of Qin Fu'an and the other two players, he had no choice but to ask with a serious face, "What is the second option?"
"The second one... is also very simple." Qin Fu'an snapped his fingers, and two blood-red lines condensed from spiritual energy appeared out of thin air in front of them.
Seeing Liu Yu's suddenly contracted pupils, Qin Fu'an raised an eyebrow: "Second: apologize to him, and then sign a blood pact. The contract will remain in effect until the end of the instance."
Those two lines of blood clearly indicate something bad is going on.
Just like Qin Fu'an, he's clearly not someone to be trifled with.
Liu Yu gripped his thigh tightly, trying to calm his turbulent emotions and the curses that were about to spill from his lips, and gritted his teeth as he asked, "What is the purpose of this thing?"
Blood pact—it doesn't sound like a good thing.
As expected, Qin Fu'an's answer quickly confirmed their guess.
"This is a blood pact between master and servant witnessed and recognized by the Heavenly Dao in ancient times. As servants, you are required to protect your master's safety at all times. You will bear the consequences of any harm suffered by your master. If your master dies, you will die with him."
After saying that, he maliciously emphasized, "But the injury or death of a servant will not have any effect on the master."
"So? Two choices. I'll give you only three seconds."
Qin Fu'an's smiling eyes darkened slightly, and he coldly counted down: "3, 2—"
"Two! I choose two!!" Liang Ping said impatiently, and struggled to get up from the ground, one hand covering his throat, the other immediately grabbing one of the blood lines.
Qin Fu'an watched his actions coldly. When Liang Ping touched the blood line, it seemed to melt away and slowly merged into Liang Ping's body.
Even though he hated Qin Fu'an to the core, he had no choice but to bow his head under someone else's roof. After confirming that Qin Fu'an would never let him go, Liu Yu had no choice but to reluctantly reach out and touch the last bloodline with a gloomy face.
Under the watchful eyes of several people, Qin Fu'an gently touched Xie Yunhuai's forehead with two red threads.
The next second, a mysterious feeling arose in the hearts of the three.
Xie Yunhuai's eyes widened in surprise. He seemed to be able to sense the emotions of the other two people and could also sense their location at any time.
At that moment, Liang Ping and Liu Yu simultaneously sensed that their souls seemed to be bound by something, something that could easily tug at them and make them wish they were dead.
Zhong Hao and Cen Tian watched in horror. Being forced to entrust one's life to another and having to desperately protect the other from injury or death... it was too helpless and too dangerous.
Of course, the most terrifying one is Qin Fu'an. How did he come up with this trick? If he were any more unreasonable, wouldn't all the players in the entire instance be no match for him and have no choice but to be used by him?
The group felt both apprehension and awe.
After Liang Ping got up from the ground and merged with the bloodline to sign the blood pact, he didn't need Qin Fu'an to say anything more. He came to Xie Yunhuai with exceptional self-awareness and apologized faster and more sincerely than Liu Yu.
Judging from his appearance, it seems that the person who cornered Xie Yunhuai and threatened him harshly, even threatening to beat him, is not the same person as him.
Xie Yunhuai could sense the hatred and resentment surging in the other person's heart.
In comparison, Liu Yu's emotions were more stable, as if he had given up and resigned himself to his fate.
"Let's go back."
After receiving the apology, Qin Fu'an pulled Xie Yunhuai away.
Behind them, Cen Tian looked at the two remarkably harmonious figures and suddenly asked, "After Brother Qin pulled Xie Yunhuai up, did he never let go of him?"
Zhong Hao and the other men subconsciously shifted their gaze.
The back view was harmonious, and the wrist held by Qin Fu'an showed no intention of breaking free.
"..." They were like a passing dog that was suddenly kicked, not only hurting but also having its rice bowl kicked away.
"So why were you so incomprehensible as to bully an NPC who clearly had someone backing him up?" Zhong Hao looked at the two who had tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing more than they gained.
Liu Yu's face darkened, and he glared angrily at Liang Ping. "A newcomer is a newcomer. A mind full of jealousy will never amount to anything. In real life, you must be like a rat in a gutter, always envying those who are better off than you. I'm the one who got screwed over by you!"
Liang Ping no longer needed to fawn over him. His attitude changed instantly, and he sneered darkly, "Why are you glaring at me? Even if it was my idea, didn't you have any interest? If you hadn't thought about bullying people, would you have ended up in the same situation as me?"
Just as the two were about to start arguing, Cen Tian easily stopped them from fighting when Liu Yu tried to slap Liang Ping across the face.
Zhong Hao also advised, "You guys should calm down. After all, your lives are temporarily in the hands of that NPC. If you cause any problems, Brother Qin probably won't let you off easily."
Liu Yu: ...Damn, how can this woman be so strong? Did she grow up eating Popeye and spinach and seaweed?!
With Cen Tian's actions halted and Zhong Hao's incessant chatter still lingering in their ears, even though Liang Ping and Liu Yu loathed each other at this moment, they had no choice but to temporarily thaw the conflict and at least maintain a semblance of peace.
After the two went their separate ways and left, Cen Tian rubbed her wrist and exclaimed, "Luckily, I used all my strength. If anyone dares to bully me like this again, I'll punch them so hard they won't recognize their own parents."
Zhong Hao: "..."
She took a small step away without leaving a trace.
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"How did we end up being blocked there?" Qin Fu'an turned his head to look at the boy beside him who was walking intently with his head down.
Xie Yunhuai, who was actually thinking about how to casually pull his hand back, looked up blankly, and after processing Qin Fu'an's question for a moment, shook his head and answered in his heart:
I want to borrow a saw and an axe from the villagers.
Not only did they fail to borrow the item, but they were also blocked by those two.
Qin Fu'an asked in confusion, "A saw and an axe?"
Xie Yunhuai nodded, ignoring the hand that was still being held tightly, and trying to ignore the burning heat on his wrist, and replied:
I want to go to the mountains to find some wood to make a bed for my home.
For the previous two nights, Qin Fu'an had given Xie Yunhuai the more comfortable and safer sleeping bag, while Qin Fu'an himself slept on a pile of dry hay, which was prickly against his skin, made a rustling sound when he moved his body while he was asleep, and was also damp and hard...
Xie Yunhuai had slept on haystacks for over a decade, so how could he not know the difference between haystacks and sleeping bags?
Qin Fu'an kept offering his sleeping bag to Xie Yunhuai, but Xie Yunhuai couldn't refuse and didn't want Qin Fu'an to keep sleeping in the haystack.
So while Qin Fu'an was at the mountain god temple, Xie Yunhuai searched for bamboo and trees in the mountains, and went to the village to get a saw and axe, hoping to make a bed for Qin Fu'an before tonight.
result……
Xie Yunhuai's eyes dimmed slightly with frustration, and his gaze toward Qin Fu'an carried a hint of guilt.
When Xie Yunhuai said he wanted to make a bed for him, Qin Fu'an's heart skipped a beat.
When the tentacles that conveyed Xie Yunhuai's feelings also wilted and lay on Xie Yunhuai's head apologizing to him, the smile in his eyes became even more genuine.
He couldn't help but reach out and pat the boy's head. When the boy looked up at him, he smiled and said, "What's the big deal? It's still early. We can go now."
"With me here, there's no need for saws or axes."
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Xie Yunhuai stared in astonishment at the pile of thick tree trunks at his feet. He looked at them, then looked up at Qin Fu'an, who remained expressionless despite expending his spiritual energy. His eyes gradually brightened.
[Amazing!]
Are you more powerful than the mountain god?
[That's so much easier! I wish I could be like you!]
Even though the 18-year-old boy had been worn down and bullied by his past life, he still had some of the boyish spirit of an immature youth. Although he had always been fooled by Qin Fu'an into believing that he was a god, Qin Fu'an had not shown him much, and Qin Fu'an had even burned the bottom of his pot... Xie Yunhuai had never really had the concept that Qin Fu'an was a very powerful god.
Until recently, Qin Fu'an forced two outsiders to sign a so-called blood pact with him.
Even now, Qin Fu'an can cut down these trees and easily transport them home without any tools.
Xie Yunhuai truly felt that Qin Fu'an was a deity, yet he also felt that Qin Fu'an was quite different from the mountain god in the mountain god temple.
The mountain god was high above, and Qin Fu'an was right beside him.
The mountain god cursed and rejected the little mute, but Qin Fu'an would protect Xie Yunhuai.
Xie Yunhuai stared at Qin Fu'an's serious profile, and couldn't help but feel a little dazed:
If the deity worshipped in the ghost village were Qin Fu'an, how wonderful that would be.
Qin Fu'an would never hate the little mute girl, nor would he stand by and watch her be bullied by others.
Unfortunately, Xie Yunhuai knew better than anyone that there were no "what ifs" in this world. Just as he had unknowingly stepped into the eerie village, he had suffered all his hardships there ever since, and could hardly leave.
Qin Fu'an is a god from elsewhere, while Xie Yunhuai is a monster from the strange village.
Thinking of this, he pursed his lips, squatted down next to Qin Fu'an, hugged his knees and watched Qin Fu'an select wood, then roughly and precisely peeled off the bark, and finally split it into thick planks.
To be fair, Qin Fu'an's skill in splitting wooden boards was far superior to his skill in chopping vegetables last night.
Qin Fu'an was multitasking, assembling a simple bed from scratch while listening to the tentacles chattering excitedly in his ear.
They really couldn't hide Xie Yunhuai's true feelings at all.
A smile flashed in Qin Fu'an's eyes. After roughly assembling a bed, he cut and pieced together the remaining wooden planks, and then simply made a small low table for eating.
Although it lacks modern screws, the mortise and tenon structure is sturdy enough to last at least for the duration of the dungeon mission.
The audience finally accepted the fact that this player was neither human nor a monster.
They watched as Qin Fu'an chopped down trees, split them, and removed moisture... Every step that required tools or time was easily solved by this overpowered Qin Fu'an.
[This game is so unfair!] Some viewers felt a pang of sadness watching it.
[More than whether it's fair or not, I'm curious about how the streamer was selected by the game.]
[More than how they were chosen, I'm curious if all those fancy skills the streamer showed off before were just a peacock displaying its plumage? It really gave off a courtship vibe!]
[Hilarious! When other people pursue someone, they write love cards, send flowers, go out to dinner, see a movie, and then take them to a hotel. But for this streamer, pursuing someone is just feeding them candy and chocolate, and even holding hands has to be done casually. It's like two elementary school kids dating!]
[The person upstairs is going too far! How can they say the streamer is a primary school student? She's not even as good as a kindergartener! My relative's little girl is five years old this year, and she has three boyfriends in kindergarten!]
[Ha ha ha ha……]
Qin Fu'an glanced at the comments scrolling by, remained silent for a moment, and then moved the live stream behind him to avoid seeing them.
If you can't see it, it doesn't exist. If it doesn't exist, who can attack me with words?
Besides, he's not dating; he's clearly supporting a wife!
As for their methods for pursuing a partner...
After pondering for a moment, Qin Fu'an decided that after leaving the instance, he would go to the human world and find more books about romance to read.
Knowledge doesn't lie.
Qin Fu'an, engrossed in raising his wife, temporarily forgot the fact that he was a snake.
"That's good." He moved the small table to the open space outside the door, and planned to light a fire next to it in the evening, making it convenient for chatting or eating.
"Thank you." Xie Yunhuai smiled at him with her eyes crinkling.
Qin Fu'an gave him a deep look and decided to find him something to do.
Smiling so sweetly, I really can't resist wanting to carry her back to my den right now.
"What's the deal with the offerings for the Mountain God Festival they mentioned?" Qin Fu'an finally asked, revealing the real purpose behind using two players to block Xie Yunhuai today.
Xie Yunhuai was no longer so resistant to communicating about the mountain god temple. Sitting on the small stool, he stared into Qin Fu'an's eyes and answered him in his heart:
The offerings for the mountain god festival are human sacrifices.
Human sacrifice?!
Qin Fu'an's eyelids twitched, his back straightened involuntarily, and his voice deepened slightly: "Are you sure it's a human sacrifice?"
Xie Yunhuai was not surprised by his reaction and nodded slightly upon hearing this.
[It's human sacrifice. There are no animals in the haunted village, not even an insect... so initially they traded with outsiders, but since my third year in the haunted village, they've been using human sacrifices.]
He paused for a moment before continuing:
[I am the first human sacrifice.]
It was on that occasion that the people of the Ghost Village became certain that Xie Yunhuai was cursed and would bring great misfortune and disaster to the village.
He survived that time, and he was the only one to survive the mountain god's sacrifice.
Thinking back to his past experiences, Xie Yunhuai moved his small stool closer to Qin Fu'an before continuing to describe his experience to him.
[They say I have angered the mountain god, and only by offering me as a sacrifice can their anger be appeased and the god forgive the ghost village.]
[They locked me in a cage, tied me with ropes, and set up a fire in front of the mountain god's temple, intending to burn me to death and offer my sinful and defiled soul to the mountain god.]
[I thought I was going to die, but my body burned in the flames for a very long time. I fainted from the pain and when I woke up, the whole mountain was deserted.]
[The village chief said that I was able to live because I was unworthy to be a sacrifice to the mountain god, which displeased the mountain god. However, the mountain god hated everyone in the ghost village even more because of this. While I was being offered as a sacrifice, several other villagers were chosen by the mountain god to be eaten as sacrifices.]
[Every year thereafter, the village chief and everyone would offer human sacrifices to the mountain god, because the mountain god, having received human sacrifices, would not rebel and would no longer indiscriminately devour the villagers of the haunted village.]
[However, the haunted village didn't have enough human sacrifices to offer to the mountain god. Year after year, the village would soon be empty. So the village chief and everyone decided to make outsiders the sacrifices for the mountain god.]
At this point, Xie Yunhuai stared intently at Qin Fu'an, silently thinking to himself:
[You are outsiders, and also the best sacrifices.]
Qin Fu'an's expression turned completely cold the moment Xie Yunhuai revealed that he was the first human sacrifice.
After listening quietly to him finish speaking, Qin Fu'an laughed in anger, reached out and pulled the boy into his arms, and vigorously rubbed his hair a couple of times as if venting his anger. Only then did the murderous intent in his heart subside somewhat.
Caught off guard, Xie Yunhuai was half-pulled into Qin Fu'an's arms. His whole body stiffened, and he dared not move. He felt Qin Fu'an's hand messing with his head, his eyelashes trembled uneasily, and his fingers subconsciously tightened their grip on Qin Fu'an's clothes.
"I won't let them get away with this." Qin Fu'an's cold voice came from above.
Xie Yunhuai paused slightly, then looked up at Qin Fu'an, who was standing close by.
Are you angry?
He seemed stunned, or perhaps bewildered.
Why are you angry?
He vaguely guessed the reason, but was unwilling to believe it.
After all... no one ever cared about Xie Yunhuai's feelings.
Therefore, no one would be angry because Xie Yunhuai was bullied.
Moreover, that was Xie Yunhuai's experience when he was eight years old, a full ten years ago.
Xie Yunhuai himself could calmly recount the suffering he endured ten years ago, so why was Qin Fu'an so angry?
Little did he know that the more casually he spoke of everything he had suffered, the harder it was for Qin Fu'an to suppress his heartache for him and his urge to tear those bastards to pieces.
Xie Yunhuai's physical body lives such a difficult life, and his soul, as a mountain god, also suffers endless oppression. So why are the villagers of the Ghost Village, who enjoy his protection, able to live well and recklessly drag one vibrant life after another into hell?!
Even the youngest demon knows that the cause and effect between sin and merit is the most difficult thing to bear in this world. Why should these villagers put all the sins on Xie Yunhuai, while they are allowed to have the right to live?
In this instance, Qin Fu'an did not feel the game's malice, but he felt endless malice from a group of undead.
In the previous instance, Qin Fu'an could overturn the instance due to the game's malice, so in this instance, he will not easily let go of these beasts.
"It's nothing." He exhaled silently, his dark, deep-pool-like vertical pupils slowly turning light green. He released the stiff boy, lowered his head to meet his gaze, and after a moment, a smile appeared on his lips.
"It's still early. Why don't you tell me about your childhood?"
He wanted to know how, in places he couldn't see, Xiao Xie Yunhuai had managed to survive in this village filled with sin.
More precisely, he wanted to know how much malice and humiliation Xie Yunhuai had endured over the years from his perspective.
Xie Yunhuai couldn't hear Qin Fu'an's inner thoughts, so he didn't know that the seemingly lazy and nonchalant person next to him had actually opened a thick book of grudges in his heart.
Unable to speak, Xie Yunhuai mentally organized his thoughts and slowly recounted his twelve years in the ghost village in the evening breeze.
There's not much to say.
When Xie Yunhuai finally wanted to tell the story, he was shocked to realize this fact.
Because in his memory, his life was a mess, and he had no beautiful or wonderful memories worth telling Qin Fu'an.
Today I get hit by stones, tomorrow someone stuffs scalding hot coals into my clothes, the day after tomorrow someone pushes me into a basin of water and makes me struggle...
He thought he had forgotten, but he remembered everything clearly.
But he couldn't bring himself to speak, and he didn't want to tell Qin Fu'an about these past events.
Xie Yunhuai didn't want Qin Fu'an to think he was miserable and pitiful.
Even though Xie Yunhuai, who was sitting next to Qin Fu'an, was already in a bad state, he tried his best to be humble and not make himself worse in Qin Fu'an's eyes.
He hoped that in Qin Fu'an's eyes, Xie Yunhuai would fight back when bullied, and that he could support himself despite the difficulties.
Instead of being a pitiful little mute who was beaten every day as a child, had no ability to fight back, and could only cower in a corner like a stray dog, barely surviving.
Even Xie Yunhuai himself didn't know why he had such thoughts, but... he didn't want things to get worse in Qin Fu'an's eyes.
[Author's Note]
Ah, I timed out. Yesterday's update was interrupted. I'm secretly feeling down...
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Thank you to the little angels who watered the nutrient solution:
11 bottles, damn it!
Pei Nan 7 bottles;
One bottle each of Qingyu Guzhou and Muchuan Hui;
Thank you so much for your support! I will continue to work hard!
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