Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The village guard's words made Ling Feng stunned, "You mean, the flower pot you just buried is..."

He did not continue speaking, but quickly formed the Yin-Yang Eye seal with his hands in front of his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, there were young souls buried in the mounds of soil all over the mountains and plains.

The body of each soul is twisted, and they maintain the posture at the moment of death. The oldest one is only four or five years old, and there are even several unformed fetuses, and most of them are infant spirits, that is, just now A child who dies at birth.

Without exception, they are all girls.

"You..." Ling Feng looked at Chu Yao, who had a calm face, and asked with complicated emotions, "Have you known this for a long time?"

"I guess I guessed a bit." Chu Yao lowered his eyes. She didn't need to form a magic seal, but she also had the magical power of Yin and Yang eyes. She had already seen this miserable scene just now.

Where have all the missing baby girls gone in Xiangyong Village?

Considering the childish voices in the game and the abandoned ceramic factory, it is not difficult to imagine that they were made into flower pots.

What's even more ridiculous is that the orchid's begging for a child is not a superstition of the villagers in Xiangyong Village, but because the ghost of the baby girl is trapped in the flower pot, and their resentment scares away those baby girls who are supposed to be reincarnated.

Anyone who buys the orchids in Xiangyong Village is equivalent to putting a "no girls allowed" label on themselves. Even if the pregnant women are supposed to be pregnant with girls, their souls will not dare to step into her home.

Because the soul also knows that this family is obsessed with "seeking a child" and lives in a family that values ​​boys over girls. How can they live a good life?

This has also led to frequent miscarriages among pregnant women who bought orchids. After all, the flowerpots can frighten the soul, but they cannot prevent them from getting pregnant.

The villagers in Xiangyong Village also made their fortune by begging for children for rich people. Every penny they spent came from their own flesh and blood relatives.

Of course, a person without a conscience will not feel the slightest guilt.

"No, isn't the ceramic factory bankrupt? How could the ghosts of those baby girls enter the game company's server?" Ling Feng frowned, this was a question he couldn't figure out.

It stands to reason that the ceramic factory went bankrupt first, and the flower pots were taken away by the village guards. The baby girl's soul was attached to the flower pots, rather than staying at the original site of the ceramic factory.

But they entered the game's server and even created a game of their own.

Also, who was the middle-aged man who handed him his business card?

Chu Yao turned around and walked towards the edge of the hillside, where the river in Xiangyong Village could be clearly seen. She said softly: "The medium that connects them is water."

"Remember the ceramic factory we saw in the game? There were at least hundreds of flower pots there." She said slowly, "And there are only dozens of earthbags here. The remaining flower pots, The ceramics factory was thrown into the river after it closed down. At the beginning of this year, the river surged and poured into the game company's servers. Also pouring in were the innocent souls."

Ling Feng remembered the slogan they saw when they entered the village, "It is forbidden to dump garbage into the river, and those who violate it will have no descendants."

It's so ironic that the people at the ceramics factory dumped the flower pots that they regarded as garbage into the river, and now they really have no descendants.

"The ceramic factory went bankrupt because of those flower pots," Ling Feng speculated. "They also relied on this method to give birth to boys, but after all, they are some evil things. If they are kept at home, they will cause money loss at best, and they will get diseases at worst."

The village guard was still leaning on the mound, with a somewhat sad and foolish expression on his face.

Ling Feng sighed in his heart, in fact, living in this smoky village, there is nothing wrong with being a fool, at least you don't have to know the dirty things.

Suddenly, no one expected that Chu Yao suddenly picked up a flower pot next to the village guard.

The village guard stood up in shock and shouted: "Put it down!"

She ignored the village guard and used her celestial eye on the flowerpot, causing time to quickly go back to the moment when the girl died.

Different from the previous way of watching movies, for some reason, Chu Yao was immersed in the scene this time, as if he had truly entered the past time and space.

However, she also knew that even if the perspective changed, this was just a piece of history.

And she has no power to change anything that has already happened.

"It's done, it's done!" The midwife rushed out of the room with a baby in her arms.

This company not only places orchid pots in the production rooms, but also places many ornaments in the hall, doorways and eaves, all for the purpose of seeking children.

The man anxiously took the swaddling clothes, opened it, and said disappointedly: "Why is it a dead girl again? How many times have I been scared?"

The midwife smiled apologetically. The woman she delivered had given birth to a baby girl, and her reputation would also be affected.

The man threw the baby to the midwife, and the midwife repeatedly promised: "If you are more ruthless this time, it will definitely work."

The man "tsk" impatiently, turned around and walked out of the door.

The midwife trotted all the way to the ceramics factory. When the other employees saw the baby in her arms, they knew what had happened.

She came to a certain room in the factory and first lit three sticks of incense. She didn't know which god or Buddha she was paying homage to. Maybe she was paying homage to just a thought in her heart.

The midwife untied the swaddling clothes, and before the sleeping baby knew what was about to happen, he was pinched hard.

"Wow--"

The baby cried loudly, and the midwife hummed a strange tune accompanied by the rumbling machinery of the ceramics factory.

"Send money with the tips of your five fingers, brand the plum blossoms in bloom, and ask for nine death-defying nails first. If you have no luck, don't come back again in this life."

"Please ask me again for the peacock's colorful thread. Don't listen, don't look, don't talk too much. The hammer will change your rebellious nature, and the tea soup will purify your body of poverty."

"If you don't want to live in a wealthy family, you might as well go to the Palace of Hell as soon as possible. The unjust girl will be unlucky and her life will be shortened, and the living will step into the pit of the dead."

"There are so many resentments, but you shouldn't have squeezed away the money tree and made your parents angry. It's better to be a roadside grass in the next life than to keep the family home with flowers in full bloom."

The midwife wiped the sweat from her forehead and gave the baby to the employee of the ceramics factory.

The scene that happened next was even more horrific. After Chu Yao saw it, he realized that those flowerpots were not made of the ashes of the baby girl, but of living people.

The time rewind is over. Chu Yao has gone through several hours, but in reality it only lasted a blink of an eye.

The village guard shouted to her again: "Whatever you want to know, just ask me. I know everything. Just give me the flower pot!"

Ling Feng asked in disbelief: "Are you a normal person? Are you not crazy?!"