The Devil's Wife, I Just Want to Survive

In the village, the villagers who were getting married ignored the outsiders.

The group stood there with serious faces, which was somewhat inconsistent with the surrounding environment.

Under the huge ancient tree in the center of the village, the Mo family members were still practicing cross-legged...but this time there was one more person.

"Brother Xianlan, go and try it out."

"Why should I go?" Han Xianlan shook his folding fan: "There are so many people in your Mo family, why can't you go?"

Mo Yanhua stretched out his hand: "Let's decide by rock-paper-scissors."

After a few breaths, Mo Yanhua looked forward with a dark face, and soon he locked onto an old woman with a cane.

"Hey, grandma." Mo Yanhua came forward politely, and he started to greet the old woman three meters away.

The old woman slowly turned her head to look at her, her face was full of wrinkles, and she looked very kind and amiable.

"Ah? What did you say? I can't hear you."

Mo Yanhua stood two meters in front of the old woman and raised his voice: "Can you hear me now?"

The old woman waved her hand: "I can't hear you, I can't hear you."

Mo Yanhua turned his head to look at the people behind him, and he lowered his voice: "Is there something strange? If she really can't hear me, she would say that? I'm done testing, let's go to another village and play rock-paper-scissors to decide."

Han Xianlan shook her fan and smiled faintly: "Brother Yanhua, you're not so timid, are you?"

Huang Xiaozhu raised his leg when he saw this, but as soon as he raised his leg, Mo Lingqing looked over.

Huang Xiaozhu shrank his head, lowered his head, retracted his leg and stopped moving.

Mo Yanhua took a deep breath, turned around and smiled, and shouted even louder: "Grandma, can you hear me now?"

The old woman smiled and nodded: "Yes, I heard it, what's the matter?"

Mo Yanhua smiled unchanged: "I want to know how to leave this village!"

As soon as these words came out, Mo Lingqing's eyes turned cold. If it were her, she would never ask such a stupid question.

The old woman looked puzzled when she heard this: "Wouldn't it be better to just walk out and leave? Why do you ask such a strange question, young man?"

Mo Lingqing said indifferently at the back: "It would be nice if I knew the origin of the village."

Mo Yanhua was refreshed when she heard this: "Grandma, what is the name of your village?"

The old woman smiled and said: "Mu Teng Village, Mu for wood, Teng for vine."

Mo Yanhua nodded: "Then how many years of history does your village have?"

The old woman lowered her head and thought for a while: "It must be hundreds of years, I don't know."

Mo Yanhua continued to ask loudly: "Grandma, has there been any powerful cultivators in your village? I see that you all seem to be in the Bone Refining Realm and the Qi Refining Realm."

The old woman looked at the sun: "It's noon, I'm going to faint from the heat."

As she spoke, the old woman walked towards the yard behind her.

Mo Yanhua looked back at everyone when she saw this, and Mo Lingqing took a step, and everyone followed with flashing eyes.

"Do you really want to go into the wooden house with her?" Mo Yanhua whispered.

Han Xianlan spread out his folding fan and covered his mouth: "She's just an old woman. Can't we beat her with so many of us?"

"If she is a Tianqiao Realm expert, then we will admit defeat."

"But I believe Brother Yanhua's luck won't be that bad."

Mo Yanhua nodded slightly: "I've always had good luck, I hope it's good this time too, come with me."

Han Xianlan shook his head: "We'll wait in the yard."

"No, come with me into the house!"

"The wooden house is too small, Brother Yanhua can just go in."

"Brother Xianlan, are we good brothers!"

Han Xianlan pushed Mo Yanhua's hand: "Brother, we are good friends, your brother is still in your Mo family."

Mo Yanhua stared at Han Xianlan: "Okay, I see through you!"

Han Xianlan said quickly: "That's not what I meant, Brother Yanhua, don't think too much."

"Humph." Mo Yanhua snorted and walked towards the wooden house keeping a distance from the old woman.

After a while, Mo Yanhua sat alone in the wooden house. On the bed opposite him, the old woman sat on it.

In the yard, Han Xianlan and others stood there.

"Grandma once said that the people of our Mu Teng Village fled here at first." On the bed, the old woman spoke slowly. Her voice was very kind, and people felt very safe when listening to her.

"Was it five hundred years ago? Or four hundred years ago?"

"The ancestors of our Mu Teng Village fled here."

"There were many people who followed the ancestors, and my grandmother's grandfather's grandmother's grandfather was one of them."

"At that time, he was a subordinate of the leader."

"The leader was called Chen Mu Teng. He decided to live in seclusion here to avoid being hunted down by his enemies."

"Chen Mu Teng?" Mo Yanhua frantically searched the history books he had read in his mind. After a few breaths, he was sure that he had never heard of this person.

Maybe this person is not from Zi Ge City.

The old woman seemed to be unable to hear what Mo Yanhua said. SheHe continued: "Chen Mu Teng was the leader, so the village he founded was called Mu Teng Village."

"At the beginning, there were no women in the village. If they wanted to continue their bloodline, they could only rob women from outside."

"It is said that many women committed suicide in the village in those years, and the village chief also ordered the burning of those bodies."

"Later, there were more children, and the village gradually developed."

"A hundred years later, the village chief Mu Teng abdicated, and he was called the Mu Teng Patriarch by the villagers."

"Mu Teng Patriarch?" Mo Yanhua silently remembered this information in his heart, he felt that this information was very important!

In the yard, Mo Lingqing narrowed her eyes slightly, and she smelled a hint of unusual smell.

If this old woman was really a normal person, would she remember it so clearly?

Even if she had a good memory... But an old woman who was a little deaf, would she speak so fluently and neatly?

Silently running her spiritual power, she was ready to take action at any time.

In the wooden house, the old woman was still talking to herself: "Another hundred years later, the old ancestor Mu Teng died, and we buried him according to our customs."

While she was saying this, the sound of gongs and drums outside the yard had disappeared at some point.

No one seemed to notice this abnormality, including Mo Lingqing.

She just felt that the old woman was suspicious, and was not interested in the sound of gongs and drums...

While the old woman was still talking, Mo Yanhua looked at the people outside the door and said, "Assuming that this Mu Teng Patriarch has a lifespan of 300 years, he can only reach the Yuan Dan realm."

"Even if he lives for 400 years, he can only reach the Ren Qiao realm."

Everyone ignored her and listened to the old woman saying, "Since the death of Mu Teng Patriarch, the harvest of the village has been getting worse year by year."

"The new village chief is the son of Mu Teng Patriarch. He is also very powerful, but still not as good as his father."

"Gradually, by the time of my grandmother's generation, the village had become very desolate. The previous village...had 300 or 400 households."

"Later, by the time of my generation, At that time, the villagers were getting old or dying. The one who got married today was the first one in these years. "

When she said this, the old woman looked up at Mo Yanhua: "What if the village is gone?"

Mo Yanhua felt a little creepy: "The village is gone... Well, this is normal. After all, there must be decline after prosperity. Grandma, you should think more positively."

The old woman smiled when she heard this: "No, you are wrong."

As the old woman said this, the sky, which was originally sunny, showed slight changes.........

"Whatever grandma says is what it is. We all have different ideas, don't we?" Mo Yanhua said her own opinion.

The old woman just shook her head: "Do you know how to restore the village?"

Mo Yanhua was stunned for a moment: "Grandma, I'm not from this village, how can I know this?"

The old woman looked over slowly: "But you can also become a villager, as long as you are willing to stay in the village."

[ps: The fourth update is over, it's coming, it's coming, hehehehe. 】