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"Yes, master!" Ah Zhong replied in a naive voice.

Xiao Shishi is a child who is only six years old. The playmates he made are all defective products, and it is not a pity to burn them. Therefore, the mud cores of these playmate clay puppets are not locked in special boxes. Instead, they were placed casually in a wooden box and randomly placed in the village chief's room.

Ah Zhong tied up the stupid Xiao Ming tightly, and then ran to the old man's room to find the wooden box in which the clay puppets and mud cores were placed by a small stone, and held it respectfully in front of the old man, asking him to punish Xiao Ming.

Ordering Ah Zhong to open the box, the village chief took out the dimmest one out of the five or six mud cores without haste. Seeing his own mud core being held by the village chief, although Xiao Ming's mind was not bright, he also began to panic. gotta tremble.

The mud core is the second heart of the clay figurine, and it will die when it is broken, so as soon as the village chief put some strength on the fragile mud core, Xiao Ming rolled on the ground in pain and began to wail miserably.

"Little Shitou, stop crying, look, grandpa has avenged you!" the village head said to Xiaoshitou with a smile.

Although he gritted his teeth with hatred for Xiao Ming, Xiao Shitou was still frightened when he saw Xiao Ming screaming so miserably. He couldn't bear it, but the village chief made up his mind to destroy Xiao Ming. Keep!

So, after pinching the mud core a few times, the village chief called the brazier and threw Xiao Ming's mud core into it.

The moment the mud core fell into the fire, Xiao Ming uttered a final scream, and then his whole body turned into a pile of mud and piled up on the spot. Finally, the village chief was so disgusted that he was shoveled into a basket and thrown out.

"How could this be?"

Ji Fenghua, who watched silently in the room with her spiritual sense, was stunned. She thought that the village chief and the others would beat Xiao Ming at most, but she didn't expect that they would kill Xiao Ming directly and turn him into a pile of foul-smelling mud!

"Mud puppets, mud puppets, if they are really made of mud, they will turn into a puddle of mud when they die!" Ji Fenghua was filled with emotion.

"Shop Manager, that's not the case. The mud puppets' mud cores will turn into mud if they are burned, but if they die normally like ordinary people, their dead bodies will still be the same as normal people."

"Really?" Ji Fenghua couldn't believe it, Xiao Ming Huani had brought her such a big impact that she couldn't accept this gap for a while.

"Yes, but the creators generally don't let the clay puppets die naturally. It will take a lot of effort to dispose of their bodies after death, and it will have a bad influence on other clay puppets, so they usually burn the puppets before they die. Get rid of their mud cores, so that you only need to bury the mud in the farmland, and it can also be used as fertilizer."

"So ruthless..."

After listening to the more comprehensive explanation, Ji Fenghua became confused. It stands to reason that these clay figurines are made of clay and should have no human rights, but they are indisputably like real people in some respects, so are they human?

She fell into deep thought.

If you don't treat clay puppets as people, but as toys made of clay, then the creators have nothing to blame for doing to them, but if you regard them as people, is it right for the creators to do so?

For the clay people, the creators are equivalent to God, the gods who created them, so are the clay figures entitled to protest against the gods and demand equal treatment like humans?

This is not the relationship between parents and children, but the real relationship between gods and creations!

Even life is created. Without the creation of the Creator, it would not be born at all, and it was born with the expectation of the Creator. It is a tool from the moment of birth. Does such an existence have the qualifications to be equal to the Creator? ?

A series of questions rushed into Ji Fenghua's brain, making her upset, but she had a feeling in her heart, and suddenly realized that this is where the opportunity lies.

She settled down and began to filter her thoughts from the beginning, but the more she thought about it, the more turbulent the sea of ​​consciousness became, and her body involuntarily absorbed the surrounding spiritual energy.

Ji Fenghua has been cultivating in the ancient plane. Compared with the aura overflowing in the environment, the spiritual energy she absorbs is equivalent to scooping out a drop of water from the sea. She can't feel the water in the sea is less, so she is very serious about her cultivation. The resulting aura fluctuations have never been clearly defined.

But in any case, the aura fluctuations caused by Jindan Daoist's practice are constant. She sucked it, because the aura in the ancient plane was insufficient, and the aura from all directions rushed to the village chief's house and the room where she was. up!

"Huh? Why doesn't it hurt anymore?" Although Xiao Ming was burned to relieve his anger, Xiao Shitou's forehead and buttocks were still aching, but in an instant, the redness and swelling on his head disappeared, and his butt didn't hurt at all!

"Grandpa, grandpa! What do you think that is?"

Just recovered from the pain, before Xiao Shitou had time to be happy, he noticed a row of plants in the corner with a small head, which grew at a speed visible to the naked eye!

"Grandpa, look quickly, that grass is blooming!"

Little Shitou ran over and took his grandfather's hand and pointed towards the corner. In order to make his grandson happy, the village chief turned his head indulgently to look at it, but he was also taken aback by turning his head, because he also saw those few plants flying fast. A plant that breaks ground, sprouts, grows leaves, and blooms!

"Miracle! Is Empress Nuwa alive?" The village chief called out Empress Nuwa's real name, and began to let Ah Zhong approach with his support, squatting down tremblingly to observe the few plants that grew like crazy.

"It turned out, it turned out!" Seeing the flowers blooming and falling, the village chief couldn't help himself with excitement, but he was soon even more shocked to find that more and more plants were breaking through the ground, and they were completing the year at a speed visible to the naked eye. growth process!

The creators can create clay figurines, but they can't change the environment, so they have to create all kinds of clay figurines to plant the land for them, take care of their daily life, and entertain them.

Because creating clay figurines is something that a three-year-old child can do, anyone who grows up in this world does not feel that it is magical to turn a lump of mud into life, but being able to change the environment is like a god in his eyes. It's a miracle!

Shocked by this inconceivable spectacle, the village chief took a deep breath, only to find that the air seemed to be much fresher.

After realizing this, he took a few more deep breaths, and he felt refreshed, and even the joint pain he had been experiencing recently seemed to have eased a lot...

The village chief's family was shocked by the changes around their house, and Ji Fenghua noticed something was wrong after passively inhaling spiritual energy for a while.

After realizing that her unintentional actions had caused such a result, she left a note in the room and hurried back to the ancient plane to train her mind.

As soon as she returned to the ancient plane, Ji Fenghua felt as comfortable as a fish in water. The higher her cultivation level, the more she could feel the benefits of spiritual energy.The whole body was bathed in the high concentration of aura, and she became restless due to the plane of the Creator, and her heart calmed down, and she began to reflect on the problem from an objective perspective.

While Ji Fenghua was concentrating on refining his mind to seek a breakthrough, Toyama Nadeko also recovered from the blow of being killed, and started to perform a new solo mission.

After returning to the dimension of order, she learned the name of the killer from the main god, and since then she remembered the character Watanabe Ryuzuki.

Nadeko Toyama didn't have any hatred for her being killed, but she couldn't tolerate the fact that she was killed by the task target anyway, so she took on a difficult single-player task alone without saying hello to Hela. I hope that I can hone my strength in the mission, and strive to kill Watanabe Ruzuki the next time I go to the technological plane.

After submitting the application to the main god, she was transported to a new mission world by a beam of light. This time, she took on the most difficult destruction mission, which required cleaning up the abnormal factors in the entire world, so the difficulty was very high.

Fortunately, the dimension of the order space is very loose on the time of this task, giving her a total of ten years, so she can collect information first, and then slowly deal with the anomalies in this world.

"Stand up, don't move around!"

Nadeko Toyama turned her head in the direction of the sound, and found that there were crowds of people in the distance, so she approached them quietly, and hid behind a towering tree.

"Go, don't dawdle!"

A group of listless farmers were driven to stand in a circle, but when some farmers walked slowly, a man who looked like a supervisor gave him a whip, urging him to move forward.

There are a lot of farmers gathered from all directions, they are usually supervised by one or two strong warriors, some dishonest ones are tied into a string, dragged by three or four warriors together Into this circle drawn with lime.

"Archie, count the numbers, are all the expired clay puppets in place?"

"Back to the master, everything is indeed ready." The man named Archie clasped his fists at the master: "The annual incineration ceremony can begin."

"Okay, folks, the brazier has been lit, and you can put the clay core of the expired clay doll into the brazier!"

Following the shout of the host man, the representatives of each family with a bag of mud cores threw their own mud cores into the brazier one by one, and burned all these useless guys, and then threw the bags of mud cores into the fire. , Groups of farmers turned into a puddle of black mud, and soon an astonishing stench filled the field.

"Quick, quick, manure picker, quickly pick up this dirt!" In order not to smoke the noses of the noble creators, the clay puppets responsible for picking up manure began to work hard, jumping loads of dirt far away.

Seeing their own puppets turned into a puddle of mud, the owners of each family did not feel distressed, because the annual cremation day is to dispose of these puppets that are no longer useful.

In order to expand the production of the land, they will make strong and strong mud puppets to work in the field every year, but in order to save food, they usually give these mud puppets food that is just enough to survive starvation, so that they can live hungry every day. Cultivate the land desperately, so that after a year, no matter how strong the clay puppets are, they will be exhausted by the high-load work, so in order to maintain the same work efficiency, they will dispose of these clay puppets and replace them with new ones.