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"Hahahaha! With so much gold, I want my son to be the top scholar on the spot! Hahahaha!"

"Mine, all mine, no one can snatch it from me!"

"My son married the daughter of a scholar, so we are no longer peasants! Hahahaha!"

"No matter how much money you have, you are still a peasant. We want to go to the town, to the capital, and become the superior people!"

"Give me, give me! Give me more gold, it's not enough, it's not enough!"

"Damn monster, you actually had so much gold but didn't tell me! You clearly knew that I lost money gambling last month and owed a lot of debts, but you turned a blind eye to it! What qualifications do you have to accept everyone's offerings!"

"So much! So much gold!"

"Hahahahaha!"

"Will we kill the monster like this?"

"How could that be? Monsters can't die. They're not human. Hahahaha!"

"That person said that the monster will not die. Even if we empty it, it will grow flesh and blood again with gold! Then we can continue to dig!"

"Gold, an endless mountain of gold! Hahahaha!"

"..."

Gold is golden, but it dyes everyone's eyes red.

The once kind, lovely and pious villagers turned into something more terrifying than monsters in an instant.

They used sickles, hoes, hooks, and palms, frantically reaching into the monster's wounds and stirring them. The more blood the monster bleeds, the more golden beans they will get.

They took out the backpacks and bags that they had prepared long ago and stuffed the gold into the monster frantically. Some people even crawled directly into the monster's wounds, scrambling frantically for the gold, and then suffocated to death.

Some villagers felt sorry for the crowd, but after seeing that everyone else had received a lot of gold, they were afraid that the gold would be taken away by others, so they joined the crowd.

The stone knife kept piercing his body, and soon his body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, and the gold kept flowing out of the wounds.

His entire body looked like a mountain of gold.

The monster screamed at the top of its lungs, its voice shrill and full of resentment.

He asked everyone why they broke the original agreement and why they treated a monster who helped them out of famine like this.

But no one answered Him. Everywhere there were the flames of burning candles and pairs of scarlet eyes, which were even more dazzling than the flames.

At that moment, the monster felt as if he didn't know these people.

It's the same face, why is it different from before?

He knew that stone knife. That knife came from his hometown. Only the source stone from the origin land could kill a monster.

The golden light destroyed the villagers' sanity, and their faces, twisted with excitement, kept laughing.

They are greedy, insatiable, and only think about gold.

By the time everyone came to their senses, the monster was nothing but a shriveled skin.

Only then did they realize that the gold was the bones and blood of monsters.

This time, they were bewitched into killing the hen that laid the golden eggs and draining the pond to catch more fish.

Everyone looked at each other, no one wanted to bear the crime of killing a monster.

So they gathered the leather bags together, filled them with a mixture of straw and moist yellow mud, and re-enshrined them in the temple.

A few months later, plague broke out all over the land, killing many people, including most of the people in the village.

They once again sought help from the monster's temple, lit incense and candles, kowtowed devoutly, and asked the monster to ask them for help again.

He even sacrificed the boys and girls in the village to express his regret.

The heart-wrenching cries of the boys and girls in the burning flames seemed to have really awakened the monster, and the skin moved.

He felt pity, and in consideration of the clones that everyone had sacrificed, the monster wrote a line of words, asking everyone to share his skin to avoid the plague.

When the villagers heard this, they were a little skeptical at first.

Until the village chief used a stone knife to cut off a piece of skin and fed it to his son who was infected with the plague and had only one breath left.

After a night, the village chief's son was full of life.

So everyone happily shared the monster's skin and ate it.

But what they didn't know was that the monster was only a shell of flesh and blood left, so how could it possibly guide them to avoid the plague?

The one who guided them was the one who had given them the stone knife.

What the villagers don’t know is that once they eat the monster’s body, they will gradually be replaced by the monster.

Because everyone in the village ate the monster's skin, an inexplicable cohesion brought the people of this village together from generation to generation. Even though many villages disappeared for various reasons during the changes of the times and wars, Chenjia Village has always existed.

As the monsters replaced generation after generation, they finally completely replaced the people of Chenjia Village.

……

It started out as a beautiful story, but ended up being a dark myth.

Although many of the details are different from what was originally speculated, the results are the same.

Jiang You was silent for a moment. "So, the person who used the stone knife to incite the villagers to kill you and later used the villagers to save you was the same person?"

Chen Meiyu nodded. "You should have guessed who it was, right?"

"Why?" Jiang You didn't understand, "What good will this do for Him?"

"He watched me struggle for a long time, just like standing on the shore waiting for a helpless person struggling in the water to ask him for help.

Only if I asked him for help, he would take the opportunity to ask me to take him into the Origin Land.

But she didn't expect that I am me, I am Chen Meiyu, and I am not the monster who was eager to return to the abyss.

I have very different memories, experiences, and different desires.

I am just Chen Meiyu."

"Then why did you agree to go into the Abyss with me?"

"Because I also want something. That guy wants to become a god, and the prerequisite for becoming a god is to become a monster.

I am different. I am not interested in becoming a god. I would rather become a god manipulator..."

She looked at Jiang You deeply and told her her ambitions very frankly.

"I want to create a god who respects me! I don't have to bear the cost of becoming a god, but I can enjoy everything that the power of the gods gives me... This is the most perfect way I can think of..."

Jiang You was silent for a moment.

"It's like others work out hard but you are the one who is thin; you indulge in delicious food but others are the ones who gain weight?"

Chen Meiyu, "..."

The sadness that was about to overflow the screen came to an abrupt end.

Jiang You always has the ability to talk a topic to its end in a serious manner.

But I have to say, there seems to be nothing wrong with her analogy...

Chen Meiyu just wants to become a god, but she doesn't want to pay the price for becoming a god.

Jiang You asked, "What is the price of becoming a god? Why do you avoid it so much?"

Hearing this question, Chen Meiyu sighed, picked up the cotton cloth and carefully wiped the tablet with the three characters "Chen Meiyu" engraved on it, and slowly said, "To become a god... is to perish, to lose oneself. When the rice jar is emptied and filled with water, do you say it is a water jar or a rice jar?