Once bamboo takes root and sprouts in a certain place, it can grow into a sea of bamboo, pressing many plants under layers of bamboo leaves, forcing them to either live obediently underneath or die.
In a way, Yin Zhu felt something was drawing her to the golden bamboo forest before her.
She walked over step by step, each step giving her the feeling of walking on clouds, yet she didn't sense anything amiss. It seemed that floating was an innate ability of Yin Zhu.
Upon arriving at a giant bamboo, Yin Zhu noticed that the bamboo's leaves were somewhat withered.
"Bamboo can't grow in such a short time, can it?"
It was her own name after all, and Yin Zhu remembered that bamboo could live for decades. But then she thought about it again, and the bamboo shoot she had just seen had grown very quickly, probably in a state of constant acceleration, so it was reasonable for it to fast-forward to death here.
The brain didn't want Yin Zhu to wake up, so it made up a reasonable excuse to persuade her to continue sleeping.
Not feeling any incongruity between the dream and reality, Yin Zhu continued watching naturally. The bamboo forest in front of her was essentially derived from a single bamboo stalk, so when this largest bamboo stalk began to decay, the entire bamboo forest gradually showed signs of withering.
The instinct of almost all living things is to reproduce.
The same goes for bamboo.
Flowers began to grow on the bamboo, as if the bamboo was using the last of its life force to bloom and bear fruit.
"Could I be the fruit of this bamboo?"
An absurd thought flashed through Yin Zhu's mind, but she quickly dismissed it—she was a pure human, with a father, mother, and sisters; she couldn't possibly be some adopted vegetable. Given her parents' intense desire for a son in their early years, it was fortunate she was their biological child; otherwise, they would never have had the extra energy to raise her.
"So this bamboo is trying to possess me?"
Yin Zhu suddenly took a step back. At this moment, the entire bamboo forest was already very dilapidated. With Yin Zhu's movement, the entire bamboo forest silently shook its branches and leaves.
The next second, all the bamboo began to evaporate and atomize from their physical form, and countless golden liquids appeared in the air.
From the depths of that shimmering golden mist, an indistinct object emitted a deep voice, both strange and familiar, seemingly speaking a language incomprehensible yet perfectly understood by the soul: "Yin Zhu—Come—let us welcome this new world together—"
Yin Zhu's eyes widened.
She felt as if her five senses were being pulled into the golden mist, and the closer she got to that indescribable object, the more she felt the light through her closed eyes.
The scenery before my eyes turned into a vast expanse of white.
Yin Zhu saw that the ceiling of room 250 was blindingly bright under the candlelight that someone had lit.
The roommate who was standing by the candle and lighting the lamp saw Yin Zhu shielding her eyes from the light with her hand. Her eyes were a little shocked. Although she didn't have mind-reading ability, Yin Zhu seemed to hear her thoughts: Shouldn't this person sleep in late and get up late?
What's wrong with this guy?
Yin Zhu squinted, feeling the ambient light was too glaring. The headache made her vaguely remember dreaming about something, but she couldn't remember it clearly. There was only one fragment in her mind: bamboo growing.
Am I dreaming of planting flowers?
Scratching her head, Yin Zhu gave up thinking about such useless things and turned to look at her work for the day—great, she had to go to the garden again, and this time, in addition to pruning the flowers, she also had the task of picking and harvesting.
If I remember correctly, this is where you cut off the flower head, right?
Yin Zhu imagined a scene of heads scattered everywhere: a garden strewn with corpses, headless flowers everywhere, a little girl with her back to the camera, covered in blood, dragging a huge, blood-soaked axe in her right hand. Suddenly, she turned around and slammed the axe down at the camera...
The scene was cool, but unfortunately, she was too weak to wield such a heavy weapon.
Yin Zhu, who doesn't have much fighting skill to begin with, will at most be reduced from an adult to a child. If it were a professional soldier like Xia Qingkong, she would probably be reduced to a child with skills but no physical strength to support them, which would be even more frustrating.
Having already worked at the garden before, Yin Zhu quickly got the hang of it and finished her work. Looking at the bamboo basket she had harvested, which was now full of human head flowers, Yin Zhu felt a conflicted mix of disgust and accomplishment.
However, before Yin Zhu even left the Heavenly Ghost Garden, she encountered two familiar ghosts.
To be precise, the monsters who came to collect the goods this time were all ghosts that Yin Zhu had seen before: one was a multi-armed chef, and the other was a tengu butler.
"Kid, you were pretty fast last time."
The chef saw Yin Zhu and chuckled, extending a hand towards him. Yin Zhu immediately "understood" and slipped a human head flower into his hand.
Multi-talented chef: ...
Tengu Butler: Pfft.
Before the multi-handed chef could even look at him, the latter quickly wiped the smile off his face, glared at the multi-handed chef, and said coldly, "Enough with the nonsense, hurry up and take this week's ingredients with you."
“But steward, I can’t carry this much by myself…” The cook tried to bring Yin Zhu along to be a laborer.
Glancing at Yin Zhu's small arms and legs, the Tengu Deacon's murderous aura intensified: "She's just a child, she can't lift anything. Figure these things out yourself. If you don't finish cooking dinner tonight, watch your hands."
The chef had no choice but to reluctantly drag the basket away.
The basket has small wheels at the bottom, so an adult can easily lift it with their hands—the chef was just trying to continue his previous failed attempt to abduct Yin Zhu.
Yin Zhu smiled at the Tengu Butler to express her gratitude.
The Tengu Butler, however, kept a straight face, calmly surveyed the situation at Tenki Imperial Garden, and suddenly asked in a cold tone, "Have you carefully read the rules here?"
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