Tomorrow is the ninth day of April, the day for worshiping relatives on Yingzhou Island. In previous years, it would rain at this time, but this year is an exception.
Wen Zhaozhao follows Wen Yuandao to worship her mother on this day every year. In the past few days, she got up early and ran out every day. She had no time to sleep in. Before Wen Yuandao came to call, she had already changed her clothes and was waiting in the house.
Wen Zhaozhao sat on the bed and swayed her feet. She didn't bring any accessories. In fact, her memory of her mother was very vague. She only remembered that her mother's body was completely broken after giving birth to her, and she was not like Xue Ming's mother. He chased her every day, either drinking medicine in the room or drinking medicine in the room.
Wen Zhaozhao subconsciously felt that forgetting was a terrible thing, so he stole Wen Yuandao's mother's portrait and stuck it on the clothes inside.
"Zhaozhao, pack up and leave." Wen Yuandao's voice sounded very lethargic. He was also an infatuated lover. He married Wen Zhaozhao's mother early and refused to remarry since her death.
Wen Zhaozhao was wearing a white gauze lining, a dark long skirt underneath, and off-white embroidered shoes. He packed his bag and followed Wen Yuandao.
"You kid, why are you so careless? What are you holding in your hands?" Wen Yuandao straightened Wen Zhaozhao's collar and looked at her baggage with some curiosity.
Wen Zhaozhao was mysterious and refused to say anything. He didn't take out the things until he reached the ancestral hall.
She placed them one by one, including red fruits from the east, doughnuts from the west, and some odds and ends, and finally placed a glistening green raindrop.
"Where did you get this thing?" Wen Yuandao frowned and asked her unbearably.
Wen Zhaozhao raised his face and said with some pride: "I asked the prince to borrow it."
Wen Yuandao rolled up his sleeves and couldn't stand when he heard that it was Jing Yuan's thing. He picked up the raindrops and threw them at Wen Zhaozhao.
Wen Yuandao said: "Okay, why are you taking the things that belong to His Highness the Crown Prince? Return them quickly."
There was no one else in this ancestral hall, only Wen Zhaozhao's mother herself, and Wen Yuandao didn't have to kneel down. The immortal died and disappeared, leaving a memorial tablet just to make the living feel better.
Wen Zhaozhao pursed his lips for fear of angering his father to death, but he promised well on his face. When he walked out of the ancestral hall, he quickly offered it to him again.
She bowed her head on the gray-green grass. Mom, His Highness the Crown Prince said that no matter whether it is an immortal or a god, after death, there will be a trace of soul left behind to reenter the six realms. Zhao Zhao has grown up and can take care of himself and his father. Don't worry. Well, these raindrops can accumulate blessings for you. I hope you will still be well in your next life. When the prince leaves, Zhao Zhao will return them.
Wen Zhaozhao raised her head, and it was as if someone was caressing her face in the jumping fire. Wen Zhaozhao was full of confidence and said to the tablet with great pride: "Mom, Zhaozhao is going to do something big, and it will probably take a long time before I can see you. You wait for me."
Wen Zhaozhao wanted to go to Jing Yuan. Yesterday, she relied on her sharp tongue to stay in the Prince's Mansion until nightfall. Jing Yuan was annoyed and agreed to her request. She thought it would be a "fierce battle" in a while.
Wen Zhaozhao looked at herself and felt that her clothes were a little inappropriate, so she wanted to change. She started looking for Mimi along the flower corridor, but she didn't expect to get the news that Mimi was not in the house for two days in a row.
Mimi was not here, so she had no choice but to leave the house with a head like a chicken coop.
It was noon, Wen Zhaozhao came to the monster market to wait for people as promised. She was a little surprised why it didn't rain. The monsters in the market were also discussing this matter. They didn't sell anything anymore and sat at the stall with relish. While eating melon seeds.
The person who didn't want to come was not Jing Yuan but Xue Ming. He stretched his neck and met Wen Zhaozhao's eyes.
Suddenly the expressions of both people changed drastically.
Xue Ming waved to Wen Zhaozhao: "Zhaozhao, please wait. Brother Yin cast a soul-locking curse on my second uncle today. I will help protect the formation before coming out."
Wen Zhaozhao was a little disappointed: "Why is it you, His Royal Highness?" She looked behind Xue Ming, but there was no other figure.
"My little master said that it is inconvenient for him to show up, so he can secretly protect the two of us and let us be in the front." Xue Ming hunched over sneakily, thinking that he was being careful. The bending down attracted more attention. In just a moment, someone had already looked over.
Wen Zhaozhao twisted the back of Xue Ming's neck to make him stand up straight. Xue Ming said with some dissatisfaction: "Zhaozhao, I am no longer what I used to be. Even the young master can only take three shots from me. If you don't believe me, try it."
"Really?" Wen Zhaozhao was a little suspicious.
"Of course it's true." Xue Ming was embarrassed to say that the three shots were because Jing Yuan was only willing to fight him three times.
Wen Zhaozhao pulled down Xue Ming's collar: "What do you think, I also ask His Highness the Crown Prince to teach me a few tricks?"
Xue Ming showed a bright yellow smile and said proudly: "I'm afraid you can't do it, good brother, the little master only accepts smart disciples like me."
Seeing that Wen Zhaozhao was about to have an attack, Xue Ming quickly put his arm around her shoulders and led her forward. After passing a crowded place, Xue Ming looked left and right, then took off the wolf fang on his right ear. Transforming into a small boat, Xue Ming called for Wen Zhaozhao to come up.
"Why do you have such a treasure?" Shibie looked at it with admiration for three days. Unexpectedly, the pig was also surprised. Wen Zhaozhao jumped into the boat and touched it here and there with some surprise.
"Of course, the little master gave it to me specially this morning." Xue Ming sat on the bow of the boat, using his spiritual power to control the boat.
Wen Zhaozhao had made up his mind that learning magic must be put on the agenda.
At least I need to bring back a few magic weapons to offset the pain of being stabbed to death by Jing Yuan in my previous life. Wen Zhaozhao burst out in joy. Xue Ming was a little confused. Wen Zhaozhao hugged his shoulders and muttered for a while.
Xue Ming sighed: "Wow, Zhao Zhao, I didn't expect your clothes to be so white and your mind to be so dark."
"Is this called making the best use of things?" Wen Zhaozhao argued.
Sitting in a small boat is much faster than walking, and the boat is stable and will not sway and rush. Wen Zhaozhao rests comfortably on the stern of the boat. This baby is really a good baby. She will definitely not get seasick.
Jing Yuan has been in Mrs. Shu's hut for a while. There is no one here. The smell of blood is very strong. Pots and pans are piled together. He is a little cramped standing inside. There is still half an uneaten fruit in the bowl. Wen Zhaozhao The spiritual stone given to her fell to the ground.
Jing Yuan picked up the spirit stone and heard the noise outside. He knew that Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming must be coming, so he hid himself aside.
Xue Ming's technique for controlling the boat was something he learned temporarily, and he couldn't control it very well when he flew down. The two of them accidentally fell on top of each other. Wen Zhaozhao dug Xue Ming out from under the boat and hummed for him to advance. Room.
As soon as Wen Zhaozhao entered, she felt a little numb on her scalp. The blood on the ground was already clotted and turned black. The half of the berry was still dripping with thick red juice. She bit her scalp and opened the half of the berry. A broken bowl, with a small mouse hiding underneath, dying, its legs and feet twitching.
Xue Ming hung the boat back on his ears, and the young man rushed in, then covered his mouth and supported the wall to go out.
"Zhao... Zhaozhao, what's going on?" Xue Ming suppressed the urge to feel nauseated and held his breath.
Wen Zhaozhao calmly shook his head. She asked Xue Ming to cast spells on the mice. They didn't know how to heal them, so they sent spiritual power into the mice's bodies for free.
Finally, the mouse opened its eyes. Wen Zhaozhao touched its mouth with his nails. When the mouse saw them, it just wanted to run away. Wen Zhaozhao shook it and held it in his hand, revealing two furry silver-white ears. She exclaimed. He threatened with his teeth: "Tell me the truth, where has Mrs. Rat gone? Otherwise, I'll eat you."
The mouse fluttered twice and stopped moving, then said in shock and doubt: "I, I don't know, I just came to eat the berries that the aunt left for me. Who knew there would be a lot of blood as soon as I came in? I wanted to run away, but unexpectedly a tall and burly man came and grabbed me and held me under the bowl. If you don't come, I will be gone."
Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming looked at each other, and Wen Zhaozhao asked: "Does that man have a black mole under his eyes? He is very thin."
"He's so skinny, but his arms are very thick. I think it won't be a problem to kill ten of you." The mouse trembled when he thought about it. He couldn't say any more, so he bit Wen Zhaozhao's hand and ran away along the window.
Xue Ming and Wen Zhaozhao both had complicated moods. They both thought of Uncle Li at the same time, and remembered that they had bought his iced tofu this morning. Xue Ming felt as disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.
"Let's go find Uncle Li." Wen Zhaozhao grabbed Xue Ming's wrist and was about to leave, but the mouse turned back halfway.
It cannot yet take shape and can only crawl under people's feet.
The mouse asked timidly: "I'll go with you."
Under the puzzled looks of Wen Zhaozhao and Xue Ming, Mouse explained: "Without Mrs. Mouse, I would not be where I am today. I am willing to go with you, maybe I can help."
"It seems that people say he is as timid as a mouse, but that's not true." Wen Zhaozhao joked.
The three of them didn't know where Uncle Li's home was, and they were flying aimlessly in the sky. Jing Yuan didn't show up, but just followed behind them.
"How did you find Mrs. Shu's family just now?" Wen Zhaozhao couldn't help but ask.
Xue Ming replied: "Of course the little master told me. The little master said that rats mostly live in dark and humid environments. He told me to keep searching along the river and I will definitely find them."
"Good brother, you really have a good master." Wen Zhaozhao complained.
"Yeah, I bought iced tofu this morning. If the little master hadn't stopped me, it would have been in my stomach by now. Who knows what's in it? It's so disgusting." Xue Ming rolled his eyes. Still living in the Prince's Mansion, Yin He told him many times that he could go home, but he was so thick-skinned that he just stayed in the Prince's Mansion and refused to leave.
"Xue Ming, turn around and go to the demon market." Wen Zhaozhao sat up straight.
Jing Yuan nodded with some relief, and it was not in vain that he followed them around here. Wen Zhaozhao was still a little clever. Even his stupid apprentice actually asked if Wen Zhaozhao was hungry. If it weren't for the inconvenience of showing up, Jing Yuan would have simply I wanted to beat him into a pig's head, but I also blamed him for accepting this apprentice because he had a hothead and wanted to repay the kindness of the Xue family for heaven.
He looked over and saw two people and one mouse, not knowing what to say.
Uncle Li's stall was a little deserted today, but he immediately noticed the arrival of Wen Zhaozhao and his party. He wiped the table with a rag and said, "Miss Wen and Master Xue are here, feel free to sit down."
Xue Ming was a little confused. Just when he was about to touch the gun, he was pressed down by Wen Zhaozhao. Wen Zhaozhao was sitting far away from Uncle Li. She asked with a smile: "Uncle Li, why are you late closing the stall today? In the past, I came , you’re all gone.”
"There weren't many guests today, so I left late." Uncle Li didn't look back, his eyes were glowing red, and he mechanically repeated the action of wiping the table.
"Why are you taking care of yourself today, Uncle Li? Where's Madam Shu?" Wen Zhaozhao asked in a roundabout way, but she still wanted to give Uncle Li a chance.
Jing Yuan said that his soul was not taken away. She remembered that the book in the Jiuchongtian Prince's Palace said that humans, gods and monsters can make deals with the energy of chaos, and they have to pay a thousand times the price.
Li Bo's movements paused for a moment, but he still said: "Maybe he is sick."
Wen Zhaozhao winked at Xue Ming. He picked up the gun and rushed forward. A chair was suddenly thrown over, right in front of Wen Zhaozhao. Wen Zhaozhao couldn't dodge. She cursed, "How can you hit someone just in the face?" .
Wen Zhaozhao blocked his face with his arms, and chopped the stool into pieces with a sword, causing sawdust to fly. However, walking around the person, Wen Zhaozhao opened his eyes a crack and found Jing Yuan standing in front of him.
"Welcome to Yingzhou Island, the energy of chaos."
