The villain's daily corpse collection

Apologies seemed to be within Bo Shangmiao's comfort zone. Hearing the undisguised doubt in Wang Wei's voice, he couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Ha... How could it not be? How about this, before I go to find your Mother Goddess, I will give you a demonstration, watch carefully!"

Whether it was due to her later need for strength or the guilt she felt, Wang Wei decided to try this road she had never taken before. While Zuo Niang was still here, she had to find Huo Feng for safety's sake.

In this way, Wangwei began to prepare under the guidance of this enthusiastic old father.

If one wants the missing Huo Feng to accurately receive the message he conveys, then the most direct method is to offer sacrifices and petitions.

To put it simply, it is to convey what you want to say through this method, and you can even use it to trace the whereabouts of Huo Feng himself.

This method of offering is similar to the folk way of worshipping gods, which requires a set of special rituals to invite gods. The difference is that Wangwei's ritual is to invite gods, and the process is simpler than the process of ordinary people inviting gods.

First, you need a shrine.

Buying a ready-made one might not seem sincere enough. Wang Wei thought about it and touched his chin.

However, before he could even utter this thought, Bo Shangmiao stopped him: "Shh! I know what you want to say, but don't let anyone hear it. Go to the market and buy some red sandalwood or nanmu wood, and then come back and process it yourself!"

Bo Shangmiao did not accompany Wang Wei, but only provided guidance. Other actions had to be completed by Wang Wei. Everything was for the sake of "sincerity".

Wang Wei didn't have any objection. He just wanted to go shopping and do some handicrafts, and treat it as a special experience in the mortal world.

Today the sky was clear, so Wang Wei set out for the East Market early in the morning. For some reason, the thick fog from the past few days had receded a little. It was finally not so oppressive, so today's market was particularly lively.

"You need to buy old wood for the shrine and new wood for the statue." Wang Wei gently recalled Bo Shangmiao's instructions to her. She didn't understand the reason, nor was she that curious, so she just guessed that it might be to make it easier for her to carve.

There were a lot of people in the market, and Wang felt like he was being pushed and squeezed in by the crowd. He felt like he was being controlled by some low-level magic power and forced into a cramped, airtight container.

She thought that the smell here was probably the smell of a pickled vegetable jar that mortals like to eat. The air was mixed and strange, just like the smell of people, horses and livestock in the morning market.

"Ah--A-choo...A-choo!" Wang Wei finally pulled her hand out of the gap, raised it and rubbed her nose. The continuous sneezing made her doubt her life.

How should I put it... Ever since she met Huo Feng, whatever she needed or was curious about, Huo Feng would buy or get it for her. In short, she rarely worried about these trivial matters in life.

On the one hand, there was no need to worry. Wang Wei had never forgotten that she was a god. She was just visiting the mortal world, just like a god who was going through a tribulation. After she succeeded, she would return to heaven.

All the worldly things have never been important to them.

On the other hand, Huo Feng is very good at taking care of others in life, or rather, very good at taking care of her. Although she doesn't mind doing many things herself, Huo Feng always takes the initiative to take on those things.

It might be her nature to employ others. But after a long time, she could always feel other people's reactions to this. Huo Feng always spared no effort in taking care of her, and even enjoyed it.

Habits are the deadliest things.

If it's just a small bad habit, you can always change it for more important things if you force yourself.

However, she got used to having someone by her side, used to him always being by her side and taking care of her in every way, used to him naturally offering her whatever she wanted as soon as she raised her hands, and even more used to him carefully coming forward to be a listener, or an adventurer who was determined to accomplish his mission, when she tilted her head slightly.

——I don’t know who tamed whom in the end.

At first, Wang Wei thought she just needed someone to do things for her, no matter who it was. But due to some fate, Huo Feng and she were deeply bound together.

If it is God's will, then it must be him.

But later, she suddenly realized that not everyone can do things so smoothly as she wants. In other words, when the final result is reached, it is a win-win situation, and she wins more.

Today, she has to admit it.

Huo Feng was the most special person to her among all people.

He had always been by her side, and they were rarely apart. At this moment, the habit gradually took root and grew, until now, the habit grew in her heart and became a towering tree.

——I can’t pull it out.

The roots have penetrated deep into the ground and are still lingering in her heart.

The restored five senses magnified everything around her several times, and the occasional shouting in her ears was deafening. But at this extremely agitated and chaotic moment, her mind actually entered a very calm state.

Recalling the bits and pieces of experience Huo Feng had with her, her senses completely forgot about the noisy and chaotic market. There was no strange smell, no crowded crowds, but a familiar and friendly smell from the past... It was the fragrance of plants and trees on Huo Feng's body!

Wang Wei opened her eyes wide, watching the crowds passing by to see if there was any sign of Huo Feng, and quietly expanded her spiritual awareness, covering the entire East City. On the other hand, she tried to send a message to Huo Feng, and even called out, because she believed in her intuition that Huo Feng was hiding in this dense crowd.

"...Huo Feng! Huo——" The crowd pushed her to the side of the road, and she actually found the source of the familiar smell.

This is a small stall selling wood.

What's displayed on the stall are all samples. Only after customers have made their selections and paid a deposit will we take them to the warehouse to pick up the goods.

Wang Wei was a little disappointed that he didn't find the person in question. As for the remaining chance to find Huo Feng, he could only proceed according to the plan.

She selected two types of wood on the stall at first sight.

"Oh! You have a really good eye, girl! The tree you picked with your left hand is the one we cut down and brought back this morning. It's the rare golden nanmu from the forest near Cangming!"

The peddler's eyes lit up when he saw Wang Wei. Apart from anything else, just from his appearance and clothes, one could guess that the customer was either rich or noble, and that he chose this expensive wood in order to make fine furniture.

The vendor continued to introduce enthusiastically, "This wood is really a gift from heaven. There is a related record in the "Essentials of Natural History" that says 'golden threads come from rivers and streams, wood with golden threads in its veins, and nanmu is the most beautiful.' Look at it against the light, is there a golden sheen inside? That's how the tree got its name. Don't miss it!"

I picked up the sample wood and observed it carefully. It was indeed as the vendor described.

"I want it, and I want it in a different year. Do you have it?" Wang Wei asked.

The vendor nodded repeatedly: "Of course, of course, we have Chenmu as well, but there is not much left, so we have to hurry up. We have to pay a 30% deposit, what do you think?"

Thirty percent, shouldn't be a lot, right?

Bo Shangmiao gave her a bag of money before she left, but she didn't count it or ask any questions. This matter had always been handled by Huo Feng.

She calmly took out her purse. The vendor took it and looked at it. His smiling face immediately shrank like an eggplant hit by frost: "Sir, this is not right? The price of golden nanmu, your deposit is not enough!"