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Some readers are still confused about the division of realms, so I will briefly explain it.

The realm of the human world and the countless small realms and symbiotic realms within the realm of the human world to the realm of heaven, the heavenly court and the whirling sky (incomplete).

Acquired warriors, innate warriors. (It varies according to different forces and different races.)

Qi Sea Realm. (Xuan Hai Realm/Ling Hai Realm/Li Gui/Half Transformation.)

Dao foundation realm. (Foundation realm/evil ghost/transformation/.)

Divine elixir realm (real person). (Condensing elixir realm/demon elixir realm/demon king/evil spirit.)

Yuanshen Realm (Yuanjun). (Yunshen Realm/Great Demon King/Evil Spirit.)

The realm of distraction (Shangjun). (The realm of differentiation.)

The realm where the divine sea reaches the sky (Tianjun).

Heavenly realm.

Mysterious power/ghost power/divine power/spiritual power/celestial spiritual power (spiritual power of spiritual birds), etc...

The sixth-grade side general priesthood. (The sixth-grade righteous god of heaven and earth/the native creature of heaven...)

The fifth-grade heavenly general priesthood. (Shenhai Realm/Heavenly Realm Divine Sea Realm (native creature)...)

A fourth-grade divine general priesthood. (Divine General Realm (divine power of the priesthood)/Tongxuan Realm...)

A third-grade divine priesthood. (Godly realm (divine power of the priesthood)/Zhang Xuan realm...)

The second-grade divine king priesthood. (Venerable Realm/Great Sun Buddha Realm Arhat Realm/Nine Nether Realm Venerable Realm.)

The first-grade Sixth Imperial Emperor Priesthood. (Dao Fruit Realm/Great Sun Buddha Realm Bodhisattva Dao Fruit/Heavenly Realm Heavenly Realm Dao Fruit/Innate Beings Innate Dao Fruit/Fairy Life Living Immortal Dao Fruit...)

and above (incomplete)…

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Widow mother.

Under the dilapidated wooden bed, rustling sounds could be heard, and from time to time there were harsh "creaks".

Mrs. Wang lowered her body and rolled up the shabby cloth on her arms, making her stoop even more obvious.

"Go! Go!" He held a sparse broom in his hand and patted the mouse under the bed.

"Squeak!" After driving the mouse out of the house, Wang breathed a sigh of relief and put down the broom, but suddenly smelled a burnt smell in her nose. She frowned, and her already wrinkled face became more wrinkled, and she said anxiously: "

Just focus on it! Forgot about the meal!”

Ignoring the burning of my hands, I walked into the house in three steps and lifted the lid of the iron pot.

In the small corner of the wooden house, only a few bottles of salt and pickles were placed neatly. There was a low stove next to it, and bursts of burnt smell came from the iron pot on it.

Wang endured the heat, casually put a rag on her hand, took the iron pot off the stove, and then took some time to blow on her red fingers.

He took out a large bowl and saw that only a small part of the bottom of the pot was mushy, and his brows relaxed slightly.

"Mom, I'm back." A boy about eight or nine years old walked into the wooden house with a happy face, holding a small piece of meat in his hand, "Today I went hunting with Uncle Zhang and others, helped them hunt, and finally divided

A small piece of deer meat has arrived!”

Mrs. Wang looked at the boy lovingly, put a large bowl of rice in her hand on the wooden table, and said with a smile: "We went hunting, are you tired? Are you injured? Although you, Uncle Zhang, and the others are taking care of you,

You must also be careful. Drink this bowl of rice. It is the time for your body to grow. Eat more."

The boy had sharp eyes and saw Wang's red fingers at a glance. He became a little anxious and said, "Mom, what's wrong with your hands?"

Mrs. Wang shook her head and said: "It's just a burn, it's okay. Eat quickly and eat more to grow stronger."

The big bowl was mostly filled with clear soup, with only six or seven vegetable leaves. The vegetable leaves were luxuriously mixed with two pieces of fat and thin meat. When the boy smelled the aroma of the meat, his mouth almost watered down.

He picked up the big bowl and was about to eat when the boy seemed to have thought of something. He blinked and said, "Mom, please eat these two pieces of meat. I won't eat it."

Mrs. Wang scraped the bottom of the pot and poured it into her own bowl, and said with a smile: "Mom just ate, and she ate several pieces of meat. The rest is a bit mushy, so I'll make do with it."

Eat some, it would be a waste if you throw it away."

The boy glanced at Mrs. Wang, lowered his head, picked up the bowl, and started eating in silence.

Wang was a miserable orphan. After giving birth to a boy, Xiaofu, her husband died in the mountains while hunting. In this small village near the mountains and forests, without a man, it is equivalent to having no source of income. After all,

, this area is barren and barren and cannot be planted. The food source for the whole village is the prey in the mountains.

Strange to say, this mountain has been eaten by the village for so many years, and the variety of wild animals has never decreased, but on the contrary, there are more and more. People think that it is protected by the mountain god, so every household in the village has

There is a mountain deity statue, which is highly respected and pious.

Mrs. Wang managed to keep Xiaofu until she was nine years old by doing other people's laundry and working as a servant for wealthier families. Although she was not yet forty years old, she already looked like an old woman due to the ravages of these years.

Average.

Xiaofu is also a sensible child. He has helped his hard-working mother with housework since he was a child. When he got a little older, he clamored to follow the village's team of hunters into the mountains to hunt.

Wang had no choice but to ask Brother Zhang next door to take him. Xiaofu was also very good and very discerning. He was the most diligent one every time he went out. Everyone in the village praised him full of praise. Therefore, although Xiaofu was only nine years old

, but he can bring home a piece or two of animal meat from time to time to improve the food.

Xiaofu finished the meal, but there was a slightly larger piece of meat left at the bottom of the bowl, and he shouted: "Mom, I'm full."

Mrs. Wang looked at the piece of meat at the bottom of the bowl, shook her head slightly, and said with a smile: "Okay." She silently cleaned up the dishes and put the remaining piece of meat in the dilapidated cupboard.

"It's time to worship the mountain god statue." After finishing cleaning up, Wang took Xiaofu, knelt down in front of the mountain god statue, and kowtowed several times respectfully.

As usual, Xiaofu raised his head after kowtowing and subconsciously glanced at the dark mountain god statue.

The mountain god statue was made uniformly in the village a long time ago. It is carved from ebony and simply painted.

Xiao Fu suddenly trembled in his heart, and felt an extremely scary feeling. This feeling came and went quickly. He took a closer look at the mountain god statue that he worshiped every day, and found nothing strange. He couldn't help but feel a little dazed.

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"Xiaofu? What's wrong?" Wang's wrinkled face was full of concern.

Xiaofu felt a pain in his heart. His mother was not yet forty years old! She only ate two meals a day, including vegetables and wild vegetables, and had to do so much backbreaking work. She was getting old too fast. He blurted out: "Mom, I want to

When you grow up, I can hunt by myself, make you good clothes made of animal skins, and let you eat meat every day!"

After touching Xiaofu's head, Wang just smiled and murmured in her heart, Xiaofu, when you grow up, your mother will be old.

Late at night, this village on the edge of the mountain forest is extremely quiet. Occasionally, a few dogs bark, resounding through the quiet night.

When Xiaofu was half asleep and half awake, his eyes were wet, and unknowingly, he felt heartache.

He shook his head, sat up, wiped the corners of his eyes, and said to himself: "Where's mother?"

The wooden house was not big, with only a dilapidated wooden bed, which could barely accommodate two people. The late autumn nights were bone-chilling, so Wang always let Xiao Fu sleep inside while she slept outside, so that Xiao Fu could stay warmer.

Xiaofu looked at the wet pillow and became even more confused: "Why did I shed so many tears in my dream? Mother? Where are you?"

Putting on a shabby cotton coat, he opened the wooden door, and a cold night wind poured down on his head. Xiao Fu shivered, but did not close the door. Instead, he stuck his head out of the door and shouted: "Mother?"

Where can my mother go in the middle of the night? Even if she goes to the toilet, she should come back after such a long time?

Standing at the door, the bone-chilling cold wind blew in waves. Xiaofu shivered, but his heart became more worried. The nine-year-old child, because his family was poor, had already understood many things early.

Suddenly feeling a sense of peeping behind him, Xiaofu turned around suddenly, but there was only a dilapidated wooden bed with bare walls and an iron pot and cupboard in the corner.

Next to the broken wooden bed was a pair of more than half-sewn cloth shoes, which were densely packed with stitches and threads and extremely tight. They were the winter cloth shoes that Wang had hand-sewed for Xiaofu using two pieces of thick cloth and shoe soles that she had saved for a long time.

The sense of voyeurism is getting stronger!

Xiaofu's scalp was on fire and he was going numb, but he couldn't find the source of the voyeuristic feeling!

Scanning the wooden house again, it was still the same as before, only...

Wait! The mountain statue!

On the dark face, two painted eyes seemed to come to life! They were staring at me with malicious eyes!

"ah!"

Little Fu Tianling trembled, and he was so frightened that he felt the urge to urinate. He rushed out of the door regardless of the bone-chilling cold in the middle of the night!

There was a trance in front of my eyes, but it was still a familiar scene. Hadn't I already gone out and reached the streets of the village? Why did I return to the house again?

After all, Xiaofu was only nine years old, and no matter how sensible he was, after being frightened, he showed signs of collapse. His eyes were blank, and he stood there blankly, just looking at the ferocious mountain statue with a malicious look on his face.

Suddenly, the mountain god statue seemed to come alive. It opened its big mouth and spat out a pile of snow-white bones.

Xiaofu looked at the pile of bones with blank eyes until he saw the gap on one of the hand bones.

My mother's little finger on her left hand is missing a small piece of bone. The year before last, when my mother was washing clothes at the village chief's house, she accidentally broke off a small piece of her finger, leaving an old injury.

His eyes gradually became focused, and a heartbreaking voice resounded throughout the silent night sky: "Mother!"

After a moment, the sound in the wooden house suddenly stopped. After a while, the sound of chewing gradually came from the wooden house, which was extremely terrifying.

The strange thing is that the whole village is like a dead village, without any sound.

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Ye Zhaixing and Jin Wuyou.

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To be continued...