Chapter 212 Knowing a person’s face is not as good as knowing his heart

After Luo Mingyue returned to the room, he walked around the cardboard boxes and checked the conditions of each village and town one by one.

In Tianliu Village, the old man who was unconscious last night has woken up, but his mental state is not very good and he is in a trance. When he woke up and saw the silver-haired prophet, he asked in surprise: "Why am I here?"

The silver-haired prophet looked at him quietly with his amber eyes without saying a word.

The old man said to himself, "I think I went home last night. I saw my wife cooking for my son. He used to be picky about food and didn't like carrots, but he ate a whole plate of carrots last night. I almost thought he was possessed by something. But he said that it's not easy for his mother to cook and he shouldn't be picky about food... I'm so relieved to see that my son is so sensible."

The silver-haired prophet remained quiet.

The old man continued, "I also saw my daughter. She was crying and her clothes were torn. As she cried, her stomach burst open and her internal organs fell out. Her face was completely disfigured... I was almost heartbroken, and then I woke up. It seems that last night... was all a dream?"

"It's a dream, it's a dream, otherwise my daughter would be too pitiful..."

The old man kept talking on and on.

The silver-haired prophet was taciturn.

The old man coughed twice and said, "I'm old, and I talk a lot. Do you think I'm troublesome?"

The silver-haired prophet shook his head slowly.

"You are such a good boy. Ever since my wife and children went out, no one has been willing to talk to me for a long time. It's funny to say that sometimes I even talk to tombstones." The old man grinned and laughed. He didn't know why he ran to the prophet's house after a sleep, but he knew that the prophet was the benefactor of the village and would definitely not harm him.

The old man got up, put on his shoes, spread out the bed sheet, and said, "Then I'll leave first?"

The silver-haired prophet nodded.

It was rare for the old man to meet such a good audience, and he couldn't help but chatter a few more words. He walked into the yard, and the silver-haired prophet followed behind him.

When the old man was about to step out of the door, he stopped, turned around and asked, "Prophet, I suddenly remembered that I saw a ball of green flame yesterday and then fainted. It should be you who saved me, right? But I don't have much at home to give you as a gift or to thank you. I only have some dried strips of poisonous beast meat. How about we have a meal together?"

The silver-haired prophet pursed his lips, hesitated for a moment, and finally said "hmm" this time.

The old man was smiling widely, and even his steps became much lighter. He was about to go home to get something to eat when he saw several small pots suddenly falling from the sky and landing in the yard of the silver-haired prophet.

Each small pot was filled with different foods, including corn paste, chopped boiled eggs, glutinous rice, cold carrot vermicelli, walnut crisps, and vegetable and tofu soup.

When the old man saw the spirit rice, his eyes lit up, but he could not see the immortal, nor could he hear the immortal's words, so he said, "Prophet, I will come back another day."

He didn't want to shamelessly stay and eat for free.

At this time, Liu Dashi came over from not far away and said, "Let's eat together. The immortal said that all three of us can eat."

The old man said: "How can this be so embarrassing..."

Liu Dashi said, "The immortal said you were frightened last night. Have a good meal today."

The old man didn't understand the connection between being frightened and eating. Besides, he felt that he had recovered from a good sleep, so he waved his hand and said, "You two eat. I'll just go back and eat some meat strips."

Liu Dashi grabbed his arm and said, "You can't go against the immortal's wishes, right? Stay and eat a little."

Having said that, it would be inappropriate to refuse any further. The old man sat down at the table and before sitting down he looked up at the sky and expressed his gratitude.

The silver-haired prophet didn't like corn paste or tofu soup, he only ate spiritual rice and chopped boiled eggs.

Luo Mingyue took special care of him. Not only did she rub his head, she also asked him what he liked to drink.

Of course, it was just a casual question and I didn't expect him to answer.

Unexpectedly, the silver-haired prophet thought for a moment and said, "I like millet porridge, meatballs, vermicelli and vegetable soup."

Hearing this, Luo Mingyue was a little surprised, and immediately prepared a small pot of millet porridge. As for the meatball soup, it was simple. She poured it into a stone basin, added two vermicelli, and then broke the vegetables into small pieces and threw them in. Then she put it into the yard for the silver-haired prophet.

The diameter of the meatball is two centimeters, which is too big for the little ones. So every time Luo Mingyue puts the meatball soup, she will crush the whole meatball with a spoon to make it easier for the little ones to take. However, vermicelli is not convenient to crush, so she just leaves it there and lets the prophet deal with it himself.

After doing all this, Luo Mingyue suddenly seemed to have thought of something and asked, "Dashi, where is the stone statue you carved earlier?"

Liu Dashi said: "It is placed in my backyard, covered with red cloth..."

Luo Mingyue took a quick look and said, "There are two pieces of red cloth."

Liu Dashi said: "Well, we carved two... but the immortal never used them, so we stopped carving."

Luo Mingyue said: "This is enough."

She picked up a statue, left the red cloth to Liu Dashi, then came to the sky above Baishan Village and placed the statue on the altar.

"What's this?"

The little people in Baishan Village noticed the movement in the sky and couldn't help but run over to check it out.

"Oh my god, this is a statue of God!"

"Why didn't I think of putting up a statue of the god here sooner?"

"Because we can often see the real God, the real God must be more spiritual than the statue, so we have never thought of this... So, was this statue carved by the God himself?"

"I don't think so."

The little people chatted quietly and walked around the statue curiously.

Luo Mingyue said in the sky: "This was carved by several craftsmen from Tianliu Village."

Xu Yintong looked up and murmured, "I feel like this statue has some of the charm of a god. It looks gentle and compassionate, but some of the details of the statue are not well handled..."

The villagers next to her asked her, "Prophet, can you also carve?"

Xu Yintong said: "No, and there is no [Master Craftsman] in our village, so we can't carve it."

One villager said: "No matter how good the statue is, it is not as good-looking as the deity himself."

"Of course. The Lord God has a beautiful figure and a graceful demeanor. No statue or painting can perfectly depict the Lord God's beauty."

Luo Mingyue felt embarrassed by the compliment, she said: "I think this statue is pretty good."

Since the gods had spoken, the villagers certainly would not find fault with the statue. They bowed to it respectfully and devoutly.

White smoke emerged from everyone's head and entered the statue. Then, Luo Mingyue could clearly feel that a connection had been established between herself and the statue.

Luo Mingyue said: "Okay, go and get busy."

The caravan members began to build houses east of the village.

Xu Yintong said: "There is a thorn forest to the east, which is difficult to clear, making it more difficult to build a house."

Luo Mingyue has not yet unlocked the thorn forest. Looking down from the sky, he can only see a rolling blood-red mist.

Luo Mingyue asked: "How big is the thorn forest? Is there anyone in the forest?"

Xu Yintong said: "I don't know exactly how big it is. Because of this thorn bush, we have no contact with the village to the east."

Luo Mingyue said: "Call Xiao Fen and the others back, I will try to help you clear out a piece of open space."

"God, do you want to help?"

Xu Yintong frowned slightly and said, "We can do this kind of thing by ourselves. The villagers have also gone to help... The labor process can also enhance friendship. If the gods have to do everything themselves, then what is the use of us believers?"

Luo Mingyue said: "Don't worry, you will be of use sooner or later. I have nothing to do anyway. That thorn forest sounds very difficult to deal with. Maybe you will need ten days or half a month to clean it up, but for me, it will only take a short while."

Luo Mingyue added: "Besides, I chose this position."

"OK then."

Xu Yintong ran outside the village and called everyone back.

"What happened?" Lan Yueji's coat was torn by the thorn bushes. Her hands were wrapped in thick cloth. The rest of the people had tools in their hands. There was also a villager from Baishan Village, who was an [Earth Master], who had great strength and could make his skin extremely strong. This villager was the main force in clearing the thorn bushes because he was not afraid of the sharp thorns on the bushes.

Xu Yintong said: "The God doesn't want us to work too hard, she is ready to help us."

The [Di Si] villager showed his fist and said, "I have plenty of strength. It's not hard at all."

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone saw a big shovel appear in the sky.

The villagers of Baishan Village have all seen this shovel, because when the village was surrounded by the miasma forest, the god used the big shovel to destroy the miasma forest.

"Oh my God..." Many members of the caravan could not see the gods, but they could see the various items dropped by the gods. Everyone stared at the shovel in amazement, and saw that as soon as the shovel was used, large tracts of thorn bushes emerged from the ground.

Even some of the soil on the ground was shoveled up.

Luo Mingyue shoveled twice in total, and estimated that the place should be enough, so she didn't dare to continue shoveling. Because of the area covered by blood-red fog, she couldn't see anything, and she didn't know what the situation was further east. Anyway, the open space that had been shoveled out was enough to keep the little people busy for a while.

"This shovel is really amazing..." The young man in the caravan looked longing.

Lan Yueji said: "What do you mean the shovel is powerful? It's obviously the Lord God who is powerful."

Luo Mingyue threw all the thorns and soil he had shoveled out into his storage space.

“Is this the great power of God?”

With extremely mixed feelings, the caravan members walked towards the location of the thorn forest and began to get busy.

Luo Mingyue then wandered over the sky above Mojia Village.

"Has Ajin not come back yet?" she asked.

Jiang Yanfeng raised his head and said, "No. Does the Immortal have anything to tell you? If so, Yanfeng is willing to do it for you."

Luo Mingyue said: "No, I'm just a little curious about where he took Qingrui."

To be honest, Luo Mingyue was a little worried. After all, Qingrui was a dragon and his behavior was different from that of humans. No one knew what he would do under impulse. But then she thought, Qingrui would not commit any murder and would not cause any trouble, so she just let him be.

At this moment, Luo Mingyue had no idea that Mo Jin brought Qingrui to a very prosperous human city. The man and the dragon heard that a "sunset party" would be held in the city, and out of curiosity, they decided to stay in the city.

Mo Jin didn't have much money on him, but he was an awakened person, so he found a "job" as a house guard that day, working as a guard for a family named Hu. He also signed a contract, promising to serve as a guard for the Hu family for five years.

Qing Rui asked, "You're going to stay here for five years?"

Mo Jin shook his head and said, "Of course not."

Qing Rui asked: "But didn't you just sign your name and put your fingerprints on it?"

Mo Jin said: "I signed my brother's name."

Qingrui's expression suddenly became indescribable, "..."

Mo Jin added: "Besides, the Hu family is not a good family, and I don't intend to abide by the contract."

Qingrui asked, "How can they not be good people? I saw the Hu family set up a tent to distribute porridge. Although the porridge was very thin, it was also doing good deeds. Many people praised the Hu family for their kindness and righteousness and said they were great good people."

Mo Jin said: "That's just appearance. Some people in this world are very good at disguising themselves. Do you remember the notice we saw on the city wall when we first entered the city? Many children from ordinary people's families were missing, but the government couldn't find any clues..."

Qingrui asked: "Could it be that the Hu family did this?"

Mo Jin said "hmm".

Qingrui asked again: "How do you know?"

Mo Jin said: "Have you forgotten? I was reborn."

In his "previous life", he slaughtered many people and went to many places, killing people all over the country.

Although Mo Jin's "previous life" was irrational and only knew how to kill, he watched it all in his soul state. He saw himself killing his way into the Hu family. The current head of the Hu family is a middle-aged man named Hu Zihe. Hu Zihe has already married and had children, but he has a Bai Yueguang in his heart. Bai Yueguang is weak and on the verge of death. In order to keep his sweetheart alive, Hu Zihe captured countless boys and girls and took the children's blood to prolong Bai Yueguang's life.

When Mo Jin broke into the Hu family in his "previous life", he saw countless corpses of children underground.

When Hu Zihe was about to die, he ran away with Bai Yueguang in his arms, but didn't care about his wife and children at all. He said madly that it was their honor to extend the life of his beloved.

Everyone in the Hu family was slaughtered, leaving no one alive. Hu Zihe, who escaped, only lived for a short while before he was soon caught up and died together with his sweetheart.

After being reborn, Mo Jin planned to wait until night time to send Hu Zihe to heaven and rescue the missing children at the same time.

By the way, you can see what the "sunset festival" of this city is like, have some fun, and then move on to the next city.

"Oh, it's hard to know a person's heart even if you know his face. You humans are really complicated..." Qingrui lazily shook his tail, maintaining a slender shape. He tilted his head to look at Mo Jin and asked, "Why do I feel so comfortable staying by your side?"