After Wu Lingzhu left the wooden house, she went directly to an independent wooden house in the middle of the village.
Four Wu warriors were guarding outside this wooden house. After seeing the Wu Lingzhu, the four of them immediately clasped their fists and saluted:
"Meet the lady!"
"Um!"
Wu Lingzhu nodded and walked directly into the wooden house.
As soon as you enter the wooden house, you will find the lobby.
In the lobby, there is a tall black statue enshrined on the wall facing the door. This statue is not a Buddha or a Tao, but an old woman holding a cane, wearing animal skins, and with disheveled hair.
At this time, on the futon in front of the statue, a woman in plain clothes with a slim figure and full white silk hair was kneeling devoutly.
"Jewel! You are finally back!"
Hearing the movement at the door, the woman kneeling on the futon made a hoarse voice without raising her head.
"mother!"
With a trembling cry, Wu Lingzhu, who had just stepped into the lobby, shed tears instantly, sprinted a few steps and knelt in front of the woman, holding one of her arms.
And with the title of Wu Lingzhu, the identity of this woman also came out. She is the Holy Girl of the Witch Clan!
"Mom! How are you?"
With tears on her face, Wu Lingzhu slowly helped the woman up.
As the woman's body slowly straightened up, the face of the witch saint appeared.
Her face, which was covered with white silk hair, was flabby and wrinkled, like an old woman in her seventies or eighties.
Her eyes were full of vicissitudes of life and loneliness, and her eyebrows exuded a gray air, like a dying figure.
Such a face doesn't look like Wu Lingzhu's mother at all, but looks like her grandmother.
"Mom! It's all my daughter's fault. My daughter didn't find an antidote for you when she went out this time!"
Seeing the wrinkles on her mother's face that were deeper than when she first left home, Wu Lingzhu broke down instantly and shed tears of regret in her eyes.
"Silly boy! How can this kind of poison be cured for thousands of years? This is the fate of our Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan. I have already seen through it, but... I hope you can see through it in the future too...
."
The Holy Girl of the Witch Clan stretched out her withered hands, held Wu Lingzhu's face, and gently wiped the tears on it. At the end of the sentence, the Holy Girl of the Witch Clan looked at Wu Lingzhu with eyes full of pity, intolerance, sighs and other emotions.
"Mom, don't worry!"
Wu Lingzhu grabbed the saint's hands, with tears in her eyes, and said firmly: "I will be like you in the future and hold up a sky for the Witch Clan!"
"well!"
With a sigh, the eyes of the Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan were filled with loneliness. She withdrew her hands from Wu Lingzhu's face, clasped her hands at the statue in front of her, closed her eyes and kept chanting.
While chanting, the Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan suddenly spoke again: "I heard that there is a young man who came back with you. Who is he?"
"His name is Luo Chen!"
Speaking of Luo Chen, Wu Lingzhu stopped crying, wiped her tears, and said with a smile:
"He is from Dagan. He came to the Wu Clan to ask for the soul-inducing butterfly. I happened to meet him on the road, so I brought him here."
"Soul-inducing butterfly?"
The Holy Maiden of the Witch Clan paused in her chanting, opened her eyes and looked at the Witch Lingzhu doubtfully and said: "The soul-inducing butterfly of our clan has died long ago. You know this, why did you bring this person here?"
"this......"
Wu Lingzhu's eyes froze, and then his face turned slightly red. He slowly lowered his head and said softly: "He saved my life when we were in Daqian. I want to invite him to my home and entertain him well."
"you......"
Looking at Wu Lingzhu's eyes, there was a moment of hesitation. As a saint from the Witch Clan, how could she not know what Wu Lingzhu was thinking?
However, after taking a deep look at Wu Lingzhu, the saint didn't say much. Since Wu Lingzhu was interested, she would take the time to look at the young man!
Slowly turning her head, the saint was about to continue chanting, but then, she seemed to think of something again, her head turned to Wu Lingzhu, looked at her sternly, and said in a deep voice:
"The soul-attracting butterfly has only one use, and that is to complete the incomplete soul. The only people who need to use the soul-attracting butterfly in this world are those who have been infected with the soul-eating Gu worm. And now in the whole world, we are the only ones who still have the soul-eating Gu worm.
Female lineage, have you cast the soul-eating Gu on people?"
"I don't!"
Wu Lingzhu was immediately frightened and hurriedly shook her head.
The saint didn't believe it, she stretched out her right hand and shouted: "You took the soul-eating Gu worm with you when you went out. It is the only soul-eating Gu worm that is circulated today. Show it to me!
"
"this......"
Wu Lingzhu suddenly felt uneasy, clutching the clothes on his legs tightly with both hands. After a moment of confusion in his eyes, he buried his head deeply: "No more!"
"Asshole!"
Hearing this, the Saint became furious: "Our clan's ancestral teachings prohibit the use of Soul-Eating Gu on people without authorization! Since the death of the Soul-Drawing Butterfly, the use of Soul-Eating Gu has been banned. Do you want to piss me off to death? Ahem.
.....”
After drinking violently, the saint suddenly turned red, bent over, and coughed violently.
Seeing this, Wu Lingzhu was immediately frightened, and hurriedly hugged the saint, patted her back, and cried urgently:
"Mom! Don't be angry, I really didn't put the soul-eating Gu on anyone!"
"What about your Gu?"
The saint raised her head and looked at Wu Lingzhu sternly.
Wu Lingzhu didn't dare to hide it anymore. Lihua said with rain: "Give it to someone else! I met a woman in Daqian. After she knew my identity, she promised to help her as long as I gave her the soul-eating Gu worm."
I was searching for an antidote in Daqian, and that person’s identity was unusual, so I believed her.”
"Bastard thing!"
Hearing this, the saint gave another angry shout.
But now, after knowing that it was not a poisonous insect under the witch spirit bead, the saint gradually regained her composure.
Looking at the Wu Lingzhu, the saint said coldly: "Who is that person?"
"No! I can't say!"
With tears in Wu Lingzhu's eyes, she shook her head heavily: "I made a vow to promise that person not to reveal her identity."
Hearing this, the saint stared straight at Wu Lingzhu, examining her.
Until a long time!
"well!"
With a sigh, the saint's body instantly bent down, and at this time, she seemed to have aged several years.
Although the Heart Poison Oath does not have strong binding force, it cannot be violated by the saint's lineage. Since Wu Lingzhu said so, it cannot be false.
Putting her hands together again, the saint closed her eyes, no longer looking at the witch spirit bead, and just said lightly:
"Kneel down! Repent!"
"yes!"
Wu Lingzhu did not dare to disobey, and hurriedly knelt beside the saint, facing the statue, and kept muttering.
And when Wu Lingzhu was confessing, he was in the elegant wooden house outside.
After Luo Chen rested in the bedroom for an hour, he left the bedroom and sat in the living room.
However, even after sitting in the living room until dark, Luo Chen didn't see Wu Lingzhu come back.
Luo Chen was not in a hurry about this, he just took it as he came. Wu Lingzhu had just come back, but he needed some time to reminisce about the past, so Luo Chen waited patiently.
At this time, the maid came into the living room carrying dinner.
"Sir, it's dinner time, please have a meal!"
The maid smiled lightly, took a bowl of rice and three plates of side dishes from the tray and placed them on the table next to Luo Chen.
The dishes are all good, including a plate of fresh fried animal meat, a plate of bacon in sauce, and a plate of fresh vegetables.
However, Luo Chen's attention was not focused on these meals, but on a half-year-old girl secretly following the maid at the door.
This little girl was only four or five years old. Her hair was messy, she was wearing a tattered animal skin coat, and she was dirty all over.
At this time, she was holding a small bowl, half hidden by the door, timidly peeking at the food next to Luo Chen, her throat rolling.
Luo Chen looked at the little girl, then at her small bowl. When he saw the food in her bowl, Luo Chen frowned unconsciously.
The little girl's bowl only contained some black paste. When he came to the Wuzu Temple, Luo Chen had tasted this kind of stuff in other Wu clan villages. It was made from the roots of plants pressed into powder.
Although it can fill the stomach, it is extremely bitter and not nutritious.
Looking at this timid little girl, Luo Chen didn't expect that the child from Wu Zu Palace would also eat this kind of food.
Slowly turning his head, Luo Chen glanced at the food on the table, then looked at the maid next to him, and said:
"Do you people in the Wu Zu Palace eat this kind of food every day?"