“I am not a pure black witch; I am a hybrid of red witch and human. My mother sacrificed something to give birth to me, something only a witch king could do.”
"What was sacrificed?" Mu Run asked.
"I don't know much either," Fu Yunchen said, unwilling to tell Mu Run.
Mu Run: "..."
Manager Yang followed behind Fu Yunchen, trying to keep his presence inconspicuous.
But Fu Yunchen didn't ignore him. Without turning his head, he asked, "Old Yang, take some strong young men to rebuild the golden statue of the mountain god in Chongyang Mountain. Also, the people in the village should go to the mountain god temple to burn incense and pray devoutly during festivals."
"Yes, Your Majesty. In fact, the people in the village also deeply respect and believe in the mountain god, and they will go there to pray for everything."
"Okay, that's good."
Mu Run looked at Fu Yunchen and asked, "What kind of god is the mountain god of Chongyang Mountain? Does the statue in the temple resemble him?"
“It’s quite similar,” Fu Yunchen replied.
Mu Run asked in surprise, "Is he a human being?"
"Of course not, have you ever seen a person with wings?" Fu Yunchen laughed.
Mu Run: "Oh, so he's a demon?"
Fu Yunchen replied, "He is a god. Gods have different forms, and of course, some of them can be human."
"You brought Xiao'an here so he could purify him. Won't that anger him?" She belatedly realized Fu Yunchen's intention. The mountain god of Chongyang Mountain must have thought of that too.
When the gods punish mortals, they suffer the consequences.
Fu Yunchen replied, "I am indeed displeased, but I am not overly blaming you."
Mu Run, "So you had Old Yang recast his golden statue?"
Fu Yunchen nodded. "As the saying goes, people fight for a breath, and gods are like a stick of incense. The prayers of mortals and a stick of incense may seem insignificant, but they are the source of the gods' existence. If there were no people or living beings in Chongyang Mountain, the gods would also cease to exist."
"Tea Master once said that the mountain god of Chongyang Mountain is very powerful."
"Indeed." Fu Yunchen recalled the awe he felt from the depths of his soul when he met the Mountain God. It was an absolute difference in their strength and realm, like the difference between heaven and earth. Moreover, it was the Mountain God who gave him his lifespan.
...
Within the city of Chongyang, there were dead bodies everywhere. Funerals were held everywhere; there was hardly a household that did not hold a funeral.
The coffin shops in the city, which were originally the quietest places no one wanted to go, are now bustling like a market. Not only are they full of people, but long queues have also formed at the entrance. The government officials have to help maintain order to prevent any chaos.
Liu Xiaohuan followed Bai Shalu, her face covered with a thick cloth, out of the coffin shop.
Liu Xiaohuan looked back at the crowd scrambling for coffins and said to Bai Shalu, "The coffin shop's business is going to be booming for a while."
"Would you like to open one?" Bai Shalu asked.
Liu Xiaohuan immediately shook her head, "Every trade is like a mountain, I don't know anything about the coffin business. But with so many people, even if the coffin shop owner worked himself to death, he probably still couldn't make enough. Why don't we see if there are any skilled craftsmen in the army who can make some coffins and earn a little money for everyone?"
Bai Shalu laughed and said, "That's a good idea. It will save the people in the city from causing trouble by buying coffins."
Liu Xiaohuan looked up at him, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed. "I've noticed that you'll agree to anything I say. Why is that?"
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