"Didn't I tell you to stay in your rooms and not go anywhere? Now look what's happened, you're all lost here!"
The fat woman scolded.
However, his tone was very gentle, like an elder educating a younger person.
This tone of voice seems to be something only fat women would use when they first arrived.
"Sister, I'm sorry to have troubled you. Are you alright, sister?" I tentatively called out to her.
really.
The other half of the fat woman's face broke into a smile, clearly indicating that she was quite pleased with being called "sister."
"It's alright, you'll be fine after a rest. Let's not talk about this now. You two hold my hands, and I'll lead you out of the formation!"
The plump woman spoke in a very gentle voice.
I have a general idea that this fat woman might not be one person, but two, or perhaps a second personality.
I like being called "older sister," especially the gentler kind.
The one who hated being called "sister" was the one she met later in the courtyard.
Based on the information revealed by the fat woman, it can be inferred that if they truly have two personalities, then the information between these two personalities is likely shared.
Old Dao and I both placed our hands on the fat woman's hands. The fat woman's hands were different from the flowery hands from before.
The plump woman's hands were very warm, like a stove, and it felt very nice.
"Are you alright, Lao Dao?" After being pulled back by the fat woman, I looked at Lao Dao to check on him.
Judging from Lao Dao's behavior, the old guy was simply scared out of his wits.
As for his body, I didn't find any substantial injuries.
"It's alright, Brother Chen. I was so scared when you weren't here. Luckily, I found you in the end!"
Old Dao held the fat woman's hand with his right hand, while wiping away tears and snot with his left. It was a story full of bitter tears.
I took a tissue out of my pocket and tossed it to Lao Dao, reminding him not to wipe his snot on my sister.
Old Dao was a little embarrassed and quickly asked me if I had encountered any danger.
I glanced at the proprietress; half her face was injured. I guessed it was related to me taking the snake egg.
What exactly is the connection between the snake egg and the landlady, and what about that secret room?
Also, why did the landlady save me?
"Tell me, little brother, I also want to know how you survived."
You're lacking that element, that's their nourishment. In such a long time, your sword won't be of much use.
The fat woman led us along while also wanting to hear my story.
The thing the fat woman was talking about was the Earth Soul.
Along the way, I encountered so many strange people. Basically, anyone with a bit of spiritual power could tell that I didn't have an earth soul.
So I'm already used to it.
"Brother Chen, are you a eunuch?"
Old Dao was a little confused and thought the fat woman was talking about Doraemon.
I'm your father! I glared at Lao Dao and told him that if he didn't believe me, we could have a contest.
Old Dao then shut his mouth.
I recounted everything that happened afterward, except for the snake egg incident.
The fat woman was very surprised after hearing this.
"It's truly amazing. That transformation technique is incredibly sophisticated. It can even mimic auras. Simply put, if it were to become you, it could even replicate your state, such as the absence of an earth soul!"
The fat woman explained this transformation technique to me, and I was utterly astonished.
Unexpectedly, this transformation technique can even replicate a state without an earth soul.
No wonder my eagle owl didn't react to that fake old knife.
"I didn't suspect anything at first, but when that old knife was in danger, he went up immediately without even urinating. I felt something was wrong, so I became suspicious."
To be honest, the key to distinguishing the real Lao Dao from the fake one lies in his timidity.
"Brother Chen, don't you have any manners!" Old Dao looked at his wet crotch and felt a little embarrassed.
But Lao Dao couldn't refute it, because what he said was true.
"Sister, can you tell us about Haopo Village? We came here specifically for Haopo Village!"
I started asking about Haopo Village, mainly because I wanted to know about Xu Feng.
"I know, Haopo Village is part of Shenwu Mountain, and it's said to be the birthplace of many grass-root gods!"
The plump woman still pulled us along at a brisk pace, introducing Haopo Village as we walked.
"Grass God? Sister, what is a grass god?"
When Lao Dao heard this term, he began to ask questions.
His little brain couldn't quite grasp what the Grass God was.
"Grass-head gods are actually gods in myths and legends who have not received divine favor."
To put it simply, it means there's no official government job. Old Dao, let me continue!
I gave Lao Dao a brief explanation, and then scolded him.
"Yes, because of the protection of the Grass God, this village is quite mysterious. If any major disaster occurs in the surrounding villages, they will come to Haopo Village to pray to the gods!"
"If I'm not mistaken, you're also here to invoke the gods, aren't you?"
The fat woman looked at me, waiting for my answer.
"Summon a god? Summon the Owl God?"
I blurted out, "No wonder there's that legend about Fox Village, so that's what it is."
This time, it was the fat woman's turn to be surprised.
"You actually know about the Owl God? But you can't bring it back; the Owl God no longer exists."
The plump woman spoke, her tone filled with deep regret.
"The Owl God is gone?" This time it was my turn to be shocked.
I clearly had an owl tattoo on my arm, and it even seemed to be alive. How come it's gone?
"I don't know the specifics, but I do know that even if we go to Haopo Village now, we can invite other gods over, but not this Owl God."
The statue of the owl god was also broken, and its most crucial part was missing.
The fat woman, seeing my genuine curiosity, explained the secret to me.
Lao Dao and I listened attentively. Lao Dao was clever enough not to reveal my tattoo.
That's something that makes me want to take a second look at him.
"Hey, have you heard of Xu Feng? He's in his forties or fifties, but I don't know if he's male or female. He came from out of town many years ago." I started asking about Xu Feng.
"Are you looking for Xu Feng?" The fat woman looked at me with a strange expression.
A bad feeling crept into my mind: "Sis, you wouldn't happen to be this Xu Feng, would you?"
Judging from the woman's age, she was in her forties.
The fat woman chuckled: "Little brother, you're really joking. How could I possibly be that old geezer?"
I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew it! Things in this world can't be that coincidental.
"Although I don't know what you want with Xu Feng, just because you called me 'sister,' I'm warning you, whatever you do, don't go looking for him!"
The fat woman suddenly became very serious.
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