Chapter 114: Where’s The Village Ancestral Hall?
The shoulder bag hanging on Director Ge’s neck moved.
Two small hands made of straw opened the mouth, and the red small coffin whooshed out from inside, rushing straight toward the old woman.
The old woman seemed unable to sense the danger, still chewing on the fox heart in big bites, with blood and scraps dropping crackling down, her mouth stained blood red.
The red small coffin smashed through the old woman’s chest with a slap, his figure stiffened, and his body immediately twisted and became illusory.
He suddenly looked up, and the facial features that had been unclear before now appeared under the moonlight; his eyes had turned into green vertical pupils like a beast’s, furry fox fur grew on his face, and he glared ferociously at Nan Yuanman: “Who dares to try to stop my longevity? Who—!”
He had just shouted this hoarse sentence when his body exploded into a mass of grievance, and the grievance roared as it rushed toward Nan Yuanman.
Nan Yuanman’s chubby hand quickly formed seals, chanting incantation rapidly in her mouth, and a fireball whooshed out from her fingertip, smashing onto that mass of grievance with a boom.
The grievance let out waves of miserable howls, as if countless men and women were screaming in Nan Yuanman’s ears, making her head buzz.
Feng Langqing only felt a wave of heat coming, his vision went black, and when he reacted, he and Nan Yuanman were already standing at the doorway of the room they were borrowing in Hundred Fox Village.
Not far away lay Jiang Chuyun and Jiang Xinxin, along with the equally comatose Meng Xi,
Feng Langqing was bewildered: “What happened?”
Nan Yuanman was still maintaining the seal-forming gesture with her hands; she scratched her head: “I don’t know.”
She had originally thought she would have a great battle of three hundred rounds with that old bad guy, but after she only used one fireball spell, the old bad guy threw her back.
Moreover…
Nan Yuanman carefully sensed the grievance fluctuations in the air; the strong grievance she had felt earlier had also disappeared.
“So strange.” Nan Yuanman muttered softly, a bit uneasy and wanting to go back to that Village Ancestral Hall to check, but Feng Langqing timidly grabbed her wrist.
“Yuanman, let’s go check it out tomorrow during the day? It’s the middle of the night now, pitch black, we definitely won’t see anything.”
Nan Yuanman tilted her head and asked him: “Third brother, are you scared?”
Feng Langqing squeezed out a very pitiful smile; how could he not be scared! Those two large basins of bloody hearts, and that weird old man eating hearts raw…
Every scene made him unable to accept it; if it weren’t for Nan Yuanman being there, he would have fled long ago.
Nan Yuanman sighed like a little adult, patted his calf: “Alright alright, we’ll go tomorrow during the day; for now, let’s go back and sleep.”
Although she really wanted to go to that Village Ancestral Hall to check, since third brother was scared, she should comfort third brother first.
Hearing this, Feng Langqing picked up the little dumpling and quickly returned to the room, slamming the door shut and crawling onto the bed to use the blanket sealing technique.
Nan Yuanman resignedly let him hold her in his arms, adjusted her position, let out a big yawn, closed her eyes, and prepared to sleep.
Outside the house, a white illusory shadow swayingly appeared where Meng Xi had been comatose.
The white illusory shadow stared intently at Feng Langqing and Nan Yuanman’s room, obsessively sniffing the lingering scent in the air: “Such a pure body…”
“As long as I eat her, my cultivation can return to its peak; at that time… they won’t be able to trap me anymore.”
“This time’s tribute, I want her.”
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A chaotic night passed, and a new day arrived.
After the Program Group’s staff ensured the guests had no improper attire, they opened the livestream rooms for the five groups of guests.
As soon as the livestream rooms opened, fans who had been waiting all morning surged in.
[Good morning, everyone~]
[Morning morning morning, hahahaha! What’s up with Lanlan and Little Tiger? Why are they sleeping on the ground?]
[Laughing my head off, not just Lanlan; Jiang Chuyun and his niece are also sleeping on the ground. Good grief, He Junnan’s brothers too—what, is sleeping on the ground cooler?]
[Actor Feng still has the best sleeping posture; at least he and Yuanman are still sleeping on the bed.]
[Yuanman ee kiss kiss, oh this little stomach, round and plump, so cute~]
After the audience in the livestream room appreciated the guests’ sleeping postures for a while, Su Yilan slowly woke up.
“Hiss…” She grimaced as she sat up from the ground; when she saw she had slept on the floor, she was dumbfounded and kicked Su Hu’s buttocks: “Su Dahu, did you kick me to the ground in your dream?”
She had clearly been sleeping well on the bed before; how did she wake up on the ground?
Su Hu groggily woke up: “Huh? I didn’t!”
He rubbed his eyes and complained: “Sis, you fell off the bed yourself; don’t pin the blame on me!”
“Hmph hmph, isn’t it because you were sleeping restlessly before.” Su Yilan stood up, stretched lazily: “Alright, get up and make breakfast; the others have probably been up for a while.”
On the other side, when Jiang Chuyun opened his eyes, he thought he was dreaming; why did it seem like… he saw blue sky and white clouds?
How did the ceiling of his room turn into a starry sky?
Once he was fully awake, he suddenly realized he wasn’t dreaming; he and Jiang Xinxin were sleeping in the yard.
Jiang Chuyun sat up abruptly, completely bewildered: “???”
What happened? How were he and Xinxin sleeping in the yard? He had clearly been in the room before sleeping!
Jiang Xinxin was woken by Jiang Chuyun; she sat up with messy hair, and as soon as she moved, her body ached terribly; her eyes reddened instantly: “Uncle, my body hurts.”
Jiang Chuyun quickly picked up Jiang Xinxin and massaged her sore limbs, his face dark as he questioned the staff:
“Do the guests on your program have no privacy at all? For a gimmick, you specially move the sleeping guests from the bed to the yard in the middle of the night? Let me tell you, Xinxin is frail; if she gets sick and ends up in the hospital because of this, just wait for the Jiang family’s wrath!”
The Program Group’s staff looked aggrieved: “Brother Yun, you misunderstood; after the cameras turn off at night, it’s the guests’ free time, and we won’t interfere.”
“We wouldn’t arbitrarily move sleeping guests from the bed to the yard either.”
Not to mention Jiang Chuyun; when these staff woke up today, few were in bed; they were all sleeping on the ground.
Director Ge’s wig had mysteriously disappeared, and his head was still bald now!
Jiang Chuyun sneered, not believing it; if no one moved them from the bed, it couldn’t be that he and Xinxin sleepwalked to the yard to sleep, right?
He and Xinxin didn’t have sleepwalking!
Considering the livestream was still on, Jiang Chuyun said no more, hugged Jiang Xinxin back to the room to change clothes and wash up.
Not far away, when Meng Xi woke up and realized she had slept in the yard, her expression changed slightly; she said nothing, silently got up and returned to the room.
Meng Juanjuan was already awake and had packed up the bedding; seeing Meng Xi return from outside, she nervously greeted her: “Auntie, what are we having for breakfast today? I’ll go make it.”
“Whatever there is to eat; I’ll go change clothes first.” Meng Xi hurriedly said this and ran into the inner room, avoiding the camera.
Her face darkened slightly as she asked softly: “Last night… was that you?”
What she wanted to ask was, did you use my body to leave the room?
“It was me.” Fox Great Immortal’s voice was ethereal: “The next tribute, I want the child named Nan Yuanman living next door to you.”
“Her soul is very pure, and her fortune is strong; if I can eat her… in this entertainment industry, all the major resources will be yours to choose; you will be the uncrowned king of the circle.”
Meng Xi’s eyes brightened slightly, her breathing suddenly becoming heavy…
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After the livestream audience watched the other four guests’ morning preparations upon waking, when they returned to Feng Langqing’s livestream room, they suddenly discovered that the bed only had Feng Langqing left, snoring away.
The livestream audience: [????]
[Where’s Yuanman? Wasn’t she just sleeping here? How did she disappear in the blink of an eye?]
At this time, in the center of Hundred Fox Village, a short and pudgy little dumpling appeared, wearing milky yellow dinosaur pajamas.
Nan Yuanman huffed and puffed after walking a long way, following the route she remembered from last night, and arrived at Hundred Fox Village’s Village Ancestral Hall.
Before she reached the Village Ancestral Hall, an indescribable stench hit her nose; the little girl covered her nose: “Ugh, so stinky.”
Nan Yuanman took a deep breath, held her breath, and trotted forward, planning to rush past in one go, but her foot was tripped by a stone, and she fell flat on her buttocks.
“Ouch!” Nan Yuanman hissed in pain, and was fumigated by the stench into retching several times; she covered her little buttocks and stood up, only to be stunned.
Where was there any Village Ancestral Hall? There was only a sunken big pit, filled with all sorts of household garbage, reeking to high heaven.
Nan Yuanman was dumbfounded.
Huh?
Where was that Village Ancestral Hall from last night?
