Sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye, and people in Youjia Village still gather at the entrance of the village to worship in the morning.
Even though many of the people who started this practice are no longer around.
The new generation in Youjiacun has inherited this tradition.
They knelt down to the girl on the boulder with piety.
Sixty years of time have hardly left any mark on her face, which also proves from the side that she is extraordinary.
Even if the young people in Youjiacun are not convinced by the older generation's methods, time will prove everything.
When they married and had children, looking back at the girl at the entrance of the village, she had hardly changed.
It would be even more horrifying if we looked at it based on age. Based on his age, Jiu Po was already an old man in his seventies or eighties.
Who dares not to believe that it is not invaded by time?
After the people in Youjia Village finished their morning worship and left, there was only one person left in front of the boulder.
The gray-haired You Er looked at Jiu Po longingly, his eyes moistened unconsciously: "Goddess... ah".
"You are still the most beautiful and full of life, but Yu Er is almost dying."
"You Er is grateful for the goddess's protection during the past sixty years, and grateful that the goddess is willing to stay in Youjia Village."
He wiped his eyes and said with a choked smile: "You Er's time is coming soon."
"But Yu Er is very happy. It's better to say that Yu Er is looking forward to that moment."
"You Er can stay by the goddess's side until death, and I can watch the goddess close her eyes forever."
"You were still here when You Er died."
Jiu Po never looked at him from beginning to end. You Er had been here a few years ago and said something like this.
You Er suddenly knelt down with a thud, hitting his wrinkled forehead on the ground.
"goddess!".
"You Er has no time. You Er begs the goddess to stay in Youjia Village. The longer the better."
"Please look at You Er. The people in Youjia Village have been so pious these years. Please stay a little longer."
He knelt on the ground for several minutes, received no response, and left silently.
I don’t know how much time passed, but the crimson sun was about to set.
Jiu Po muttered: "Sixty years...five months...and three days."
"No, is she really waiting?" The meat ghost couldn't help complaining in his ear.
"With such a high talent, he was born with nine dragon marks and now he is sitting in the village as a useless person. It is a waste!"
"Then Wu Xin hasn't come back for sixty years, so he must be dead."
"There is definitely something wrong with this little girl's mind. Even if she doesn't know how to use her talents, her mind is still so rigid."
"She has been waiting for it since she was a child. She hasn't waited for sixty years. She hasn't waited enough."
"Looking at her like this, she shouldn't want to wait forever."
"It's just a memory," I reminded.
Flesh Ghost: "I'm serious, there's something wrong with Wu Xin's brain. Those are Ghost Mother's Tears. He actually stuffed them into people's mouths."
"I don't know how much commotion this thing will cause if it spreads out, but it was just wasted by him."
"The violent sentient beings saw me so angry that I was destined to die."
"Maybe." Even I prefer the possibility that Wu Xin is dead.
Wuxin will die sooner or later, it's just a matter of time.
How could I exist if I had no intention of dying?
He disappeared for sixty years, and the time he disappeared this time was not comparable to the previous eight or nine years.
Things are leaning toward one answer, and all kinds of evidence point in the direction.
Wuxin and Jiupo have an agreement. If Wuxin never comes back, Wuxin will definitely tell Jiupo, so Jiupo will no longer wait for her.
This time I left unintentionally for sixty years, leaving no reminder for Jiu Po and telling her nothing.
He even lured Jiu Po away before leaving.
With Jiu Po's stubborn and rigid demeanor, as long as Wu Xin didn't tell her not to come back, Jiu Po would definitely wait.
She has been waiting for sixty years.
After the dragon mother in Suan Ni's body woke up, the first thing she asked me when she saw me was Wu Xin.
She wanted to find Wu Xin.
Could it be that Wu Xin never came back after leaving that time sixty years ago?
The red sun disappeared completely, and night ruled the earth.
There is a rustling sound in the forest, click... click.
A huge thing emerged from the mountain forest, its majestic black armor showing a strange copper-black color in the moonlight.
Dozens of long legs poked at the ground, their tentacles swaying as they walked.
With an insect body, a human head, and a lively expression, he is exactly the mandrill.
Suddenly, the mandrill let out a sound, and it paid attention to Jiu Po in surprise:
"Hey, you little girl, why are you still here?".
"It's been more than sixty years, and you've been here all this time?"
"The appearance has not changed. You are really weird. But why are you still here? Are you worried that I, the mandrill, will turn around and continue to cause trouble in Youjiacun?"
"Hey, I, Mandrill, am a hundred-year-old ghost after all. Since I promised that guy to understand cause and effect, I will naturally remove that one."
"...No...you have some strange smell...very fragrant...indescribable allure...that's the ghost mother Tears, have you eaten the ghost mother’s tears?”.
"You actually ate the Ghost Mother's Tears. The Ghost Mother's Tears entered a person's stomach and sent Tianzhen to a violent end."
"A few years ago, I heard that a drop of a ghost mother's tear came out of the sky and was snatched away from all ghosts by an unknown ghost who defeated several big ghost kings in a row."
"You have eaten the Ghost Mother's Tears. Isn't that guy the one who took the Ghost Mother's Tears?"
"No wonder he was so seriously injured."
The mandrill chattered endlessly, talking a lot, and throwing out all kinds of questions at once.
Hearing Jiu Po frown, she opened her little mouth several times,
Just as he was about to respond to a question, he was choked by another question from Mandrill.
So she simply stopped talking and just stared at the mandrill, staring straight at it.
Staring at the mandrill until it couldn't speak, it coughed dryly:
"It's not like you, girl, should give me a response."
"Why do you act like a mute?"
"We met sixty years ago, so we can be considered acquaintances. There is no need to be so cold."
"I have been in seclusion for decades and wanted to find an acquaintance to chat with, but why did I run into you?"
Jiu Po gathered his thoughts and said casually: "Wait for him."
"Waiting for him? Who?".
"he........".
Mandrill: "This is not nonsense, after all it is...".
It looked startled and said in astonishment: "You are not waiting for that guy, are you?"
"You used to wait for that guy to leave, and now you're still waiting?".
"He's gone, why are you waiting?"
Jiu Po's eyes narrowed as she stared at the bright moon. She turned her head little by little, and every angle she turned was as difficult as moving a thousand pounds.
The golden eyes that shine brightly in the night reveal a sharpness like a blade, giving people the feeling of dark clouds that have been gathering for a long time. The storm and thunder behind the dark clouds are undetermined.
"Gone?".
Mandrill instinctively shrank his head, and when he regained consciousness, he scolded himself in his heart.
After being in seclusion for decades, why are you still freaking out in front of this dead girl?
I am an old ghost who has been here for more than a hundred years.
"No more..." Jiupo repeated.
"It's impossible...he said...he won't come back...he will definitely...will definitely tell me."
There was a rare hint of sternness in her calm tone: "Lie!".
