Explosion in the Ancestral Grave
Mo Ran, his brows furrowed in anger, snapped at the woman, "You're giving me food and you're still cursing me? Do you want to die?"
The woman chewed on her bread, her expression complex. "Spells that summon black winds, snatch lives from the jaws of death, and such delicious food—I think only Demon could pull off such things these days. Perhaps it's to achieve some kind of wicked deal."
Mo Ran laughed in anger, and asked in a deep voice, "Can't we be gods who save people from suffering?"
The woman looked at him.
I looked at the sky again.
He revealed a detached acceptance of the world, shook his head with a wry smile, and said, "If there truly were a savior of suffering, it wouldn't have stopped raining for so many years, watching helplessly as the people of this land die of thirst and hunger."
"Compared to that," she glanced at the child and the bread in his hand, then looked up at Mo Ran earnestly, "the Demon is much better. At least he gives us food, and whatever the deal, he at least lets us know we still have value."
Mo Ran was speechless.
Wang Wen walked over.
He glanced at the overall progress display on the aircraft, smiled and nodded at the woman, saying, "That's right, we are Demon. We give you food and save people for a reason."
Mo Ran was even more speechless, unable to understand why Wang Wen would willingly put the blame on him.
The woman, however, seemed quite happy to learn that she had guessed the "truth."
Recognizing that the person before her was likely the leader of the "Demon," she devoutly worshipped Wang Wen, saying, "That's wonderful! Lord Demon, whatever you need, I'll give you—soul, body, or something else entirely! As long as I have this bread!"
Wang Wen shook his head and said, "Once you eat the food, you become our servant. You don't need a soul or anything else; you just need to do things for us."
"Just as a servant??" The woman was stunned.
"You don't want to?" Wang Wen pointed to the bread. "If..."
"Of course I'd love to!" the woman shouted, her face flushed with excitement. "To be your servant, sir, is the greatest blessing my ancestors could bestow! My ancestral graves are emitting auspicious smoke—no, no, my ancestral graves are exploding!"
Prolonged hunger and thirst severely depleted her life force.
That shout almost killed him.
Wang Wen paused, her outstretched finger faltering.
He smiled and took it back.
He took a bottle of ordinary drinking water from Zhu Xingguo and handed it to her, smiling approachably as he said, "As long as you work diligently, you can eat as much of this bread as you want, as much as you want."
The woman took the water and kowtowed repeatedly.
They even dragged kids into the kowtow.
He only stopped when his head bled, then took a big gulp of water himself before trying to feed the child a few mouthfuls as well.
The child shook his head and refused to drink.
He felt nauseous after having his stomach pumped and drinking water.
Besides, what they drank was the World Tower item [Healthy Body Water].
I don't feel thirsty at all right now.
He didn't even glance at the water bottle.
But he kept eating bread, one bite after another.
The woman couldn't help but slap him twice on the bottom, scolding him for wasting the precious water that the "Demon" had bestowed upon him.
The child really didn't want to drink water.
That's when they stopped.
Gratefully bowing to Wang Wen, he said, "What can I do for you, sir? Please give me your orders!"
Wang Wen turned to the side and gestured towards the village. "How many people like you are starving to death in this village? Go and gather them all here."
"There aren't many left, counting those still alive." The woman hesitated, looking troubled. "I have no problem making the trip, but I'm afraid I won't be able to get anyone to come. No one listens to a woman like me."
Wang Wen raised an eyebrow. "Just say they're serving lunch at the village entrance."
"Ah?!" The woman's eyes lit up, and she nodded repeatedly. "That makes sense, that makes sense! You are wise, sir! I'll go right now!"
As she spoke, she grabbed the child and ran towards the village.
Leave the child behind.
Wang Wen said.
"Ah?" The woman turned around.
Wang Wen laughed and said, "Leave the child as a hostage, otherwise what if you run away and don't come back? We're Demon, we don't trust people."
"That makes sense, that makes sense." Hearing such a blatantly Demon declaration, the woman's last doubts vanished.
It's most reassuring to be able to discuss things openly and honestly.
Having struggled to survive until now, all she wants is for herself and her child to live.
Nothing else matters.
There's nothing left to lose except my life.
I'll do anything as long as the "Demon" doesn't take my life!
After handing the child to Wang Wen, the woman ran into the village without looking back.
Perhaps in her view, it was much safer for the child to stay with Wang Wen than to come into the village with her.
Zhu Xingguo leaned closer to examine the little black boy and asked Wang Wen, "Master, what's the next step?"
Wang Wen saw that the progress displayed on the aircraft had reached negative 100.
He used the "Unity with Heaven and Man" skill to forcefully fill the progress bar, but it only added 6 points per minute.
It takes at least ten minutes to get 60 points.
As a result, the group had only been at this level for a few minutes when they were already more than 100 progress points behind.
The rate of negative growth is truly alarming!
Previously, during the rescue of the child by Zhu Xingguo and his group, they swore an oath to ensure that none of the people leading the progress would die.
The result was even slower than simply filling in the blanks.
It's probably like they're fighting for their lives against the King of Hell; the energy required is enormous.
So Wang Wen decided to gather the people in the village and see how much they needed to swear an oath to get the progress quickly and "cheaply".
Upon hearing Zhu Xingguo's question...
Wang Wen told him, "If you're going to do a good job, just make sure there's enough porridge in a big pot. Don't worry about the taste, just make sure there's enough."
"Okay!"
Zhu Xingguo happily started a fire and began cooking.
He took out a huge alloy barrel and placed it on the stove.
Then he took out another bucket and poured water into it.
Mo Ran brandished his axe and showed off his fighting skills.
With a few quick strokes, the firewood was chopped into even strips.
Cheng Queyi and the skinny little boy stuffed it into the stove together.
Then ignite the alcohol block underneath.
The group then began throwing ingredients into the rice bucket.
There is rice and millet.
There are potatoes and sweet potatoes.
There are green vegetables and meat rolls.
The ingredients that were thrown in at first seemed normal.
Things started to get strange.
Things like radishes, cucumbers, eggs, yams, shrimp, and pork hearts started appearing, and it was unclear whether they could be eaten together.
Even more outrageous, Wang Wen seemed to have inadvertently seen Mo Ran throw in a "bug?"
She rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Wang Wen felt that as long as this group didn't eat someone to death on the spot, it would be fine.
Anyway, this village is used for testing level progress.
Not long after.
Villagers gradually emerged from the village.
They all trudged forward, dragging their legs like skeletons.
Men, women, young and old.
They walked to the entrance of the village and saw a large pot being used for cooking.
Everyone has gone mad.
He rushed forward without a care, grabbed the rice bucket, and started shoveling food into his mouth.
Raw or cooked makes absolutely no difference to them.
Some people even drank water because they couldn't get any dry food.
They drank it down in big gulps, and it tasted delicious.
Mo Ran saw this was unacceptable and stepped forward to pull the person away from the edge of the bucket.
These people were so thin they weighed barely a pound, and Mo Ran easily tossed them aside, one in each hand.
But they charged forward relentlessly like fearless warriors, completely disregarding whether they were injured.