One year later, in the tenth year of the Republic of China.
On a night in the tenth year of the Republic of China, the moonlight shone on the yellow mud ground. Ma Linghua looked up at the clear moonlight in the sky and looked sadly at Lihua, who was drawing chicks with a stick.
Ten years have passed quietly, but the pear blossoms have not grown up, and the lotus flowers are still asleep.
Ma Linghua's brows were furrowed, and her face was etched with wrinkles, showing signs of worry, weariness, and helplessness.
Ma Lihua, on the other hand, appeared remarkably calm. She explained softly that they were not from this particular time period, which was why they could remain unchanged.
However, this special status did not bring them much joy; instead, it added to their loneliness and confusion in this unfamiliar era.
At this moment, Ma Linghua turned around to prepare the meal, claiming that she would be making seafood this time, her words carrying a hint of anticipation.
But when Ma Lihua heard the word "seafood," she felt a strong sense of resistance.
I can't imagine how her mother's culinary culinary creations would turn seafood into such strange flavors.
Thinking of those indescribable foods from the past, my stomach churned.
I envy my sleeping mother, who doesn't have to suffer the torment of this "delicious food".
Looking at the moon in the sky, I really wish it knew my troubles.
Ma Lihua unconsciously traced the stick on the ground, her thoughts drifting into the distance.
Ma Linghua looked at the moonlight in the sky and glanced at Lihua, who was drawing chicks on the yellow mud ground with a stick.
“Ten years have passed, and your mother still hasn’t woken up. Your grandmother sees that you haven’t grown up at all, and she’s so worried!” Ma Linghua said with a worried expression.
"Grandma, are you done?"
Upon hearing what her beloved granddaughter said, she immediately stood up.
"Alright! Pear Blossom, wait here! Grandma will get you a bowl. This time, I made the seafood, and it's incredibly fresh."
Ma Lihua: "……………………"
Looking at the fish with scales on the table, the scallops with their shells still intact and their mouths still closed, and the black mantis shrimp, a look of despair spread across his face.
They looked as if they were witnessing the end of the world.
However, she knew she couldn't upset her grandmother, so she suppressed her inner resistance, raised her head, forced a smile, and praised, "Grandma, your cooking skills are getting better and better."
Upon hearing this, Ma Linghua immediately looked proud, put her hands on her hips, and raised her head high, "Of course! Your grandma is a beautiful and kind-hearted fairy who can grace the hall and cook in the kitchen."
Just then, Chen Zhiqing sneaked in from outside and saw this scene, his mouth twitched involuntarily.
In recent years, the food that old hag has been cooking has made Pear Blossom lose a lot of weight.
He felt heartbroken looking at Pear Blossom's thin and frail appearance.
But he couldn't kill Ma Linghua in front of her, so he could only grit his teeth and curse her from the shadows.
Chen Zhiqing's eyes were filled with anger and helplessness. He wished he could change everything. But now was not the time. Once he found the tunnel back, he would make sure Lihua had a delicious meal.
He secretly vowed to himself that he would find a way to give Pear Blossom a better life.
His gaze was fixed on Ma Lihua, as if he wanted to convey all his heartache to her through his eyes.
At this moment, although Ma Lihua was praising her grandmother, she was also hoping for a normal meal.
After avoiding Ma Linghua and Ma Lihua, Chen Zhiqing quietly approached the coffin where Ma Hehua was lying.
The coffin sat quietly in a dark corner, surrounded by a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.
He gazed at Ma Hehua, whose body was emitting black smoke from the coffin, his eyes flashing with a complex light.
There was anticipation, excitement, and a touch of indescribable resolve.
He nodded in satisfaction, as if he could see the future he had been hoping for slowly unfolding.
"The Asura Path is inherently against the will of Heaven. How can one attain enlightenment without experiencing demons, monsters, seas of blood, and mountains of corpses?"
His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the silent space as if challenging fate.
Then, he resolutely bit his own hand, and black blood slowly flowed from it.
The black blood seemed to contain endless mysterious power, flowing into Ma Hehua's mouth in streams.
Ma Hehua's throat moved slightly as she swallowed the strange blood.
During this process, a chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire space.
At the same time, Ma Hehua's skin began to undergo astonishing changes.
Like a snake shedding its skin, it slowly peels away layer by layer.
The old skin gradually peeled away, revealing new skin underneath, which radiated a strange luster.
Each shedding of the skin is like a transformation of life, full of mystery.
Chen Zhiqing watched all of this with a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
He didn't know what the consequences of this choice would be, but he understood that it was the only way he could help Pear Blossom.
Chen Zhiqing thought to himself, "Feeding him once every ten years is just right."
His eyes revealed a coldness and determination.
Then, his expression suddenly changed, as if he had sensed some kind of danger.
He quickly left the cemetery and ran towards the village altar.
When he arrived at the altar, the scene before him shocked him.
Seven or eight little girls lay quietly on the altar; they were unlike any other girls.
They have long tails, and although their upper bodies resemble humans, they are not entirely human.
Some little girls' heads were not properly evolved, with bizarre shapes that inspired fear; some had hands that were not properly evolved, twisted and deformed, as if corrupted by some evil force; and some little girls had no eyes, their empty eye sockets seemingly hiding endless darkness and pain.
These little girls lay on the altar, looking so helpless and vulnerable.
Their existence seems to be an irony of the world, an injustice of fate.
A surge of intense excitement welled up in Chen Zhiqing's heart, but it was also filled with anger.
The atmosphere on the mysterious altar was tense and oppressive.
Yunzhi looked at the girl with a red tail, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
Those were her children, the largest among these snake women.
The girl lay quietly on the altar, her red tail shimmering with an eerie light in the sunlight.
Yunzhi felt both a mother's heartache and a longing for immortality.
She didn't understand why the village chief was in such a hurry, trying to make these snake women evolve into Nuwa before the time was right.
Yunzhi's gaze was fixed on her child, as if she wanted to transfer all her strength to her.
She longed for the child to succeed.
The village's cattle and sheep were all brought out, about seven or eight of them, which seemed to be food for the snake women.
"Bleed them." Tao's aged voice rang out, and several young men, holding curved knives, walked towards the livestock.
"Moo~"
"Meow~"
The animals let out pitiful cries.
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