noffsinger Chapter 149
Chapter 149
The child fiddled with this and tried that.
She was having quite a bit of fun when she discovered that the stone platform under the wooden basin could be pushed open. It was empty inside and contained a piece of cloth and a set of clothes, both very clean.
So she closed the stone door and washed herself.
After drying myself and putting on my clothes, I felt refreshed. Although the grass skirt was nice, I was still a little cold because I couldn't get any sun.
The only regret is that the dress is a bit big, and she looks like an opera singer when she wears it, with her pants falling down.
This is easy to do. Just roll it up and pull a few pieces of grass from the grass skirt to secure it.
The grass skirt can be folded up and used as a pillow, and you can also pull out a piece to play cat's tuck.
Some children can play cat's tack by themselves. Some children never learn how to do it, but they may give it a try if they have nothing to do.
She was holding her grass skirt and picking up the oil lamp and was about to go out when she heard a crackling sound. She had heard it several times while she was getting dressed. What on earth was that?
The child looked around but couldn't find it, so he subconsciously hugged the skirt tightly in his arms, and there was another cracking sound.
It seems... on her?
Is it a bone?
Is she so fragile that her bones are broken?
Can we still live like that?
The child pressed himself with a sad face: It doesn't hurt anywhere.
The collar was a bit stiff, and there seemed to be something inside. The child put down the oil lamp and rummaged through it, and took out a folded piece of paper from the interlayer of the collar. It was a little wet.
Maybe I did it accidentally just now.
When I opened it, it was still a blood letter. The words inside were a little blurry, but still legible. The first sentence was -
I am your grandpa!
The child wanted to burn it at that time.
I cursed indignantly in my heart: I am your grandmother.
Only then did he patiently continue reading, and only then did he realize that this was really his grandfather. Written on the paper was:
[I'm your grandfather! I'm Old Man Li! I've become a saint, and they're trying to get me away. Please come quickly!]
(If you don’t feel the inner spiritual energy, it is not spiritual energy.)
The child's face wrinkled. "...I need to hurry up to beg him. What's there for him to beg?"
The child stood on tiptoe, pressed her shoulder and peeked over: "Cheer up, why are you so upset? His handwriting is uglier than yours."
"That's true," the child continued, but then realized something was wrong. "He didn't write it with a pen at all."
There's no comparison.
"Alas." The child sighed, as if possessed by Old Man Li. "Be content, we won anyway."
"It doesn't matter whether the handwriting is beautiful or ugly." The child felt that she was still very serious and reliable. Anyway, she won.
The key point now is that Old Man Li doesn’t seem to be doing well.
He turned into a monster...
If her guess was correct, Old Man Li wanted to find someone to save him, and then the letter was seen by her.
Child: You’ve found the wrong person.
The little boy gave her some advice: "Put the letter back and keep it for others to read."
The child pondered for a moment: You know what, this is actually a good idea.
But when I put it back in, it makes a noise when I move it, which is a bit noisy.
"I'll give it to Cao Ping later."
Child: "Good idea! He must also want to know where the others are."
The child folded the skirt and went out with the letter in his arms. When he got to the bed, he put the skirt up, put the letter aside, and lay down comfortably.
Only then did I remember to think about the meaning of the last sentence.
Don't absorb spiritual energy, that's not spiritual energy...
If it isn't spiritual energy, what else could it be?
Besides, why would she suck that thing? Her skin was already so sore that even if she wiped it with a cloth and water, it would turn red and almost break.
What will happen if I continue to inhale?
Her hair hasn't grown yet, and if her teeth are knocked out, she won't be able to eat any delicious food. How painful that would be.
and……
"Who would practice cultivation if their life is about to end?
If you have the time, why not take a break?"
The child muttered.
The little boy also said, "That's right, just become a ghost and practice again."
The two little girls smiled at each other, both finding the other pleasing to the eye. Then, after a moment of silence, the smiles on the children's faces gradually faded.
"Tell me, is it possible that cultivation can make people stronger, and then... they won't die."
"Hmm..." The child thought for a moment, "You're right! So what have you been doing since you came in?"
The child blushed: ...
He insisted, "I think there's something wrong here, I'm sleeping."
She pointed to the letter beside her and said, "Thank goodness I slept, otherwise I wouldn't know what would happen next."
The child was very serious about what he said.
The little boy hummed twice with a forced smile, obviously not believing what she said.
The child awkwardly changed the subject: "How do you think Old Man Li knew about this? Did he absorb it?"
"Maybe," the little boy said indifferently, "move in a little and make room for me."
The bed was not very big, and the child was really reluctant to give it up, but the little boy kept pushing her, and when she didn't move, he simply started to pull her out, as if he wanted to throw her on the ground. It would be so painful if she fell, so the child had to move inside reluctantly.
"Don't pull me, come up."
"Okay." The little boy sounded regretful.
But she was not polite when lying down, and she even used half of her grass skirt as a pillow.
The man and the ghost were so comfortable that they both crossed their legs.
Cao Ping next door was also lying there, almost dying. The black energy in his body began to slowly repair his wounds.
The main purpose is to repair the internal organs and meridians. It can be seen that it is unwilling to take care of the hands, so it does not take care of them at all and lets them continue to be bad.
The scales on the neck are still growing secretly, more and more.
When Cao Ping woke up again, not only his neck was itchy, but his waist and abdomen were also a little itchy. He scratched it with his hand, but before he noticed scales on his body, he saw scales on the back of his hand.
He touched his head and found that it was there on his forehead too.
Yes, yes.
Cao Ping ignored it and started fighting against the black energy in his body again.
He had a hunch that if he could control this power, he would become very powerful. It was indeed painful when the black energy flowed through his body, but because of this, he could better understand how powerful this thing was.
The most important thing is that if it can erode one's own spiritual energy, it can definitely erode that of others, and perhaps even erode something else.
All in all, it's definitely useful in a fight.
As long as you can save your life, it is worth suffering a little.
Cao Ping didn't really want to win, even though he tried hard.
But in fact, he just wanted to live. He didn't want to die even if it was an illusion. Of course, it would be better if he could win, but at least he couldn't lose too badly. If he didn't have any beads, he might suffer when he got out.
He also knew that everything he did could be seen by outsiders, so that was perfect. It would be best to get rid of him.
Unlike the other children, Cao Ping felt that it was good to have a predictable life. After all, he could catch fish and would never starve to death. Sometimes he could even catch something valuable and exchange it for money, which was enough for him to live.
Moreover, he had earned some money in the past few months, so he could buy his own small boat and leave here forever. He could drift on the water alone, and no one would be able to find him. This was what Cao Ping wanted to do most.