Chapter 421 The Big Boss Doubts the World
Ye Xiaoman and Jing Zhui sat side by side on the doorstep.
From time to time, villagers would run past the dirt road in front of the house, carrying hoes and bows and arrows.
The cowhide drum that had been idle for many years in the village was beaten, and the sound of "dong dong dong" urged the whole village to gather and discuss matters.
Zhu Chuideng and the hunting group survived the monster's attack and brought the news back to the village and reported it to the village chief.
Chepan Village decided to follow previous experience and select strong young people to form a demon-subduing team to encircle and destroy the demon's lair and drive the demon out of the village.
A serious cultivator like Ye Xiaoman only needed to make a quick judgment to know that this operation was doomed to fail.
The ancient ferocious beast Taotie can only be defeated by someone as powerful as Jiaying who can challenge the Ghost King alone and use Wufu Beast to force the monster to move.
If mortals form a team to encircle and suppress the enemy, they will basically end up being eaten one by one.
Unfortunately, the villagers did not know the identity of the monster, and thought that this time they could use fire and drums to achieve their goal, just like they did in the past to drive away the little monster.
Zhu Chuideng was unable to join the demon-hunting team due to his injury, but he could lead the way and share his experience in fighting demons and beasts, so the village chief asked him to follow him into the mountains.
He entrusted his home to Ye Xiaoman and left.
Ye Xiaoman held her face in her hands, immersed in the scene of the entire village coming out in full force.
Even though I know that this is a replay of a memory from thousands of years ago and that all the adults and children in front of me will die in the end, I am still infected by the nervousness.
She and Jing Zhui chatted casually.
"Did you find anything?"
Jing Zhui answered with an unimpressed aura.
Ye Xiaoman thought: "The treasure is not buried in the grave, so where is it?"
Jing Zhui got up, and soon the sound of digging the ground came from the woodshed where Zhu Chuideng lived.
Zhu Chuideng didn't come back until noon the next day.
When the demon-hunting team returned to the village, unlike when they left with the sound of drums and gongs, their return was tragic and desolate.
Most of the young and strong people who participated in the encirclement and suppression of the monsters were killed or injured, and retreated from the mountains in a panic.
Crying sounds could be heard from neighbors far and near.
Ye Xiaoman stood under the eaves. A flurry of footsteps came closer and the door was suddenly pushed open.
Zhu Chuideng walked in front, his clothes were dirty and torn, his trouser legs were covered with mud, and his expression was serious.
Following behind him were two young men, who also looked like they had rolled out of a mud pit. Their faces were so dirty that their original appearance was almost unrecognizable. They were carrying a simple stretcher.
On the stretcher lay a half-blooded man, groaning in pain.
Ye Xiaoman recognized the person on the stretcher. It was Kong Erxiao, with whom she had chatted several times.
He forced a weak smile and apologized to Zhu Chuideng.
"I'm sorry, Brother Deng...you also know my mother..."
"I can't let her see me...now, now...like this..."
"Don't talk for now," Zhu Chuideng stuffed a handful of painkilling herbs into Kong Erxiao's mouth and asked him to chew on them. "Where's the doctor?"
The two young men placed the stretcher in the middle of the yard, wiped the tears from their faces, and ran out to call a doctor.
Ye Xiaoman knew that Kong Erxiao could no longer survive.
Although she knew that he had just died again in her memory, she had interacted with many people in the village in the past few days, and she couldn't help but feel sad when she saw a living life disappear before her eyes.
Brother Zhu and Sister Zhu poked their heads out from behind her thighs, one on the left and one on the right.
Ye Xiaoman gave them a handful of candy and took them into the room.
She closed the door and walked towards Zhuchuideng.
Kong Erxiao was still holding Zhu Chuideng's hand and talking. He probably knew that he would not live long. There was fear of death on his young face, and he was even more worried that his mother at home would starve to death.
"Deng, Brother Deng, if I can't save her... please take care of my mother..."
Zhu Chuideng squeezed his hand and nodded, "I will."
Kong Erxiao laughed happily.
His mind began to blur and his eyes became blurry.
"Brother Deng, you really...don't care what the villagers say about your background..."
"...Brothers all know...that you are a good person..."
"I still remember... once when a flash flood hit... you jumped into the water... and rescued Uncle Zhao's family of seven..."
"Another time, the cow of the village idiot went crazy..."
The sound became weaker and weaker.
The last thing Kong Erxiao saw was Ye Xiaoman looking down at her.
He thought it was a hallucination before death and grinned naively.
"...your aunt is so nice and pretty..."
Zhu Chuideng closed Kong Erxiao's eyes, which were still open.
He slowly sat down in front of the stretcher, his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands, his tall body trembling and curled up, seeming to have shortened a few inches.
Ye Xiaoman stood beside him and asked softly, "Do you want to go back to your room and rest first?"
Zhu Chuideng looked at the ground and whispered, "I should have been the one to die."
"When the monster rushed towards me, he could have survived, but he rushed forward and pushed me away."
Zhu Chuideng grabbed his hair tightly, looked up at Ye Xiaoman, and his eyes were red.
"He died for me."
Ye Xiaoman patted his shoulder comfortingly.
Zhu Chuideng lowered his head again.
"Aunt, I don't understand."
"Those immortal cultivators enjoy the offerings of mortals, while we pay heavy taxes and give up all the spiritual energy of the immortal mountain."
“Where are those people when we need shelter?”
"The village chief said that the cultivators are unwilling to come to the village to help because they think the money we offer is too little. They say that the benefits we offer are not worth the cost of a teleportation talisman."
"Is money more important than human life? They're just doing a small favor. Even if they're unwilling, they can just open their mouths and tell us how to do it..."
Ye Xiaoman sighed and said, "I'll pour you a cup of hot water."
She was about to walk away and was about to pull her hand away from Zhu Chuideng's shoulder, but Zhu Chuideng suddenly held her hand.
"Auntie said I could be a child sometimes."
After he finished speaking, he hugged her waist fragilely and pressed his forehead against her soft abdomen, seeking a little warmth.
The contrast between tough guy and tenderness is the most charming.
Ye Xiaoman pressed the central air conditioning button and started it with a click.
She stroked Zhu Chuideng's head. His hair looked tough, but it felt softer to the touch than it looked.
Jing Zhui restored the woodshed where he had built Chuideng, but he still didn't find what he wanted and walked out empty-handed.
He stepped out of the door and glanced at the yard inadvertently, and saw Ye Xiaoman and Zhu Chuideng snuggling together as if to keep each other warm.
He never cared about the gossip about his subordinates. He glanced at them with lack of interest, then looked away and walked back to his original bedroom.
He took four or five steps before realizing what incredible scenery he had seen and suddenly stopped.
Zhu Chuideng and Ye Xiaoman?
Blowing out the lights?
He walked back and stopped.
Zhu Chuideng and Ye Xiaoman!
Jing Zhui was shocked.
He thought he was dazzled.
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