Everyone looked at her eagerly and spontaneously surrounded her and the tree.
A big circle was formed.
Someone even asked cautiously, "My lord, do you need any ceremony?"
"We, we can no longer bring out sacrifices..."
It was really so easy to believe that she would ask for rain.
The corner of Qing Hui's mouth twitched slightly, these people were too simple, she would beg for a rain of hammers.
She wanted to see if there were any water veins underground in this land.
Even the compass in her hand was taken out by her for show. It was just a tool made of pure gold, a decoration, and of no use at all.
Qing Hua lowered his eyes and slowly spread the spiritual power in his palms through the dry roots to the ground.
Her mother's body is a ten thousand year old spirit tree, and her demon body is also a mutated spirit tree. Through any tree, she can easily extend her roots to every inch of the ground.
The stronger the strength, the wider the range she can spread.
But her strength is limited and her spiritual power is limited, so she can only detect a few miles around at most, not even ten miles.
But that's enough for now.
At least covering this village would be a piece of cake.
Fortunately, Qing Hui soon touched the underground water veins. The location of the water veins was not too far away, nor was it very deep. After touching the water veins, Qing Hui couldn't help but murmured, "It's strange." .
Very strange.
The underground water veins are clearly flowing, but why is this land "dead"?
Could it be that there really is something strange that has sucked away the spirit of this land?
Qing Hui was puzzled and couldn't help but explore the roots a little further.
She was completely out of curiosity and couldn't control it for a while. She didn't even notice that cold sweat broke out on her forehead at some point.
Until her vision went dark, she staggered, and almost fell to the ground, when a hand seemed to appear out of thin air and held her hand in time.
Qing Hui raised her head and saw that Lian Xueyin had been standing beside her for some time.
She blinked lightly, "Husband?"
Lian Xueyin didn't say anything, and spiritual energy quickly poured into her body through her palm, making up for the excessive consumption of her spiritual energy. Like the dried saplings, the green cypress met the nourishment of the spring rain. She drank tons and tons of water until she burped, her face turned red and drunken, and even Xue Yin let go of her hand.
Qing Hui burped again.
She reacted, hurriedly grabbed Lian Xueyin's hand, and stood up with his strength.
From the moment Lian Xueyin got off the carriage, the refugees who had been surrounding Qing Hui waiting for her to pray for rain unconsciously moved back and forth until they could hardly see what Qing Hui was doing, and they all became anxious. Everyone stretched their heads to look forward, but no one dared to come forward.
Seeing her standing up now, she was even more ready to lift her feet, but her feet felt as if they were driven into nails and she didn't dare to move at all.
Without him, that man was obviously very ordinary, but very scary.
It's so heart-wrenching that just looking at it makes one's heart palpitate.
Only Qingshan didn't feel anything, and she still felt like she had drunk too much. "Husband, you are so powerful! If you keep moistening it any longer, I will have a nosebleed!"
The words originally came out as nothing, but Liu Shuangyue, who was standing aside, couldn't help but laugh.
Then the next moment, before Lian Xueyin's death gaze could be seen, she slipped away with a "swish".
Qing Hui realized how ambiguous his words were and couldn't help but explain, "Husband, I didn't mean that. I meant that my little sapling was nourished by you..."
(End of chapter)
