After becoming a ghost, hold the boss's thigh tightly

Qiu Mian and Mu Qing, two women in light robes, rose from the peaceful village, like two free clouds, leisurely flying across the blue sky. Their laughter, crisp and pleasant, drifted with the wind, adding a bit of vitality and vigor to the vast sky. However, this tranquility did not last long. A sudden cry, like a sharp blade, broke the tranquility around them and deeply touched their hearts.

"Listen, what's that sound?" Qiu Mian frowned slightly and stopped flying. There was a barely perceptible hint of worry in her voice.

Mu Qing also stopped when he heard this. The two looked at each other and, without saying anything, they tacitly descended towards the direction where the crying sound came from. As the altitude decreased, the scene in front of them gradually became clearer, and an indescribable sadness and shock also came with it.

"What...what happened?" Mu Qing's voice trembled slightly. The scene before her eyes was beyond her imagination. The land that was supposed to be green and lush was now barren, with withered trees and fallen branches and leaves, as if all the vitality had been drained away. The land was cracked, like long-thirsty lips, silently telling of its pain.

"Famine..." Qiu Mian muttered to herself, her eyes swept across the lifeless land, and an indescribable sadness surged in her heart. She had never seen such a tragic scene, and she had never thought that in this peaceful era, there were still so many people suffering from hunger.

"We have to do something." Mu Qing's tone was firm. She looked at Qiu Mian with a resolute light in her eyes. The two looked at each other and knew each other's feelings without saying anything.

They began to look for signs of life in the ruins. Every few steps, they saw refugees sitting or lying down, their eyes full of despair and helplessness. Some mothers hugged their children tightly, tears silently falling, but they could no longer squeeze out a drop of milk to feed this weak life; some fathers cut off the flesh on their arms and handed it to their hungry and crying sons with trembling hands. The scene was heartbreaking.

"Mom... it hurts..." A thin little boy cried even harder when he saw the bloody wound on his mother's arm. His mother held back her tears, gently stroked his head, and comforted him softly: "It doesn't hurt, Mom, it doesn't hurt. Eat this and you won't be hungry anymore."

In that scene of despair and silence, the dark side of human nature was unfortunately revealed. While distributing food, Qiu Mian and Mu Qing witnessed more heartbreaking scenes, which were like sharp blades, carving in their hearts scars that were difficult to heal.

"How could you do this!" Mu Qing's voice trembled with anger. She pointed at a group of people not far away. They were surrounding an unconscious baby, with greed in their eyes. One of them was a ragged woman who was trying to pick up the baby, obviously wanting to use it as a source of food.

"We have no other choice!" The woman looked up, her eyes full of despair and helplessness, "My child has starved to death. If I don't do this, I will die too!"

Qiu Mian felt mixed emotions when she heard this. She understood the mother's despair, but she also couldn't accept such cruel behavior. She slowly stepped forward and said in a calm tone, "We can work together to find other solutions, but harming innocent lives is definitely not a solution."

As she spoke, she took out more food from the package and handed it to the woman: "These are for you. Let the child eat something first."

The woman took the food with shaking hands, tears welling up in her eyes. She looked at Qiu Mian with gratitude, then turned around and handed the food to the child beside her. The people around her also cast grateful glances at her, and the atmosphere seemed to ease at this moment.

However, not far away, a more intense conflict was taking place. Several strong men were fighting for a dead body, their faces full of desire for survival and fear of death.

"Stop!" Qiu Mian and Mu Qing shouted at the same time. They quickly rushed forward and tried to stop this meaningless fight.

"Why are you doing this?" Mu Qing questioned the men, "Don't you even want to let the dead rest in peace?"

A man covered in scars raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "We just want... we just want our family to suffer less..." His voice was choked, revealing endless sadness and helplessness.

Qiu Mian sighed. She knew the struggle and pain these people were going through in their desperate situation. She patted the man's shoulder and said softly, "I understand your difficulties, but please believe that there will always be a better solution. Let's work together to overcome this difficulty."

As the food was gradually distributed, Qiu Mian and Mu Qing realized that the supplies they had were not enough to solve the hunger problem for everyone on this land. The scarcity of food was like a huge rock, weighing heavily on their hearts.

"We must find more food, but more importantly, we have to figure out the cause of this famine." Mu Qing frowned and said to Qiu Mian.

Qiu Mian nodded in agreement, and she looked around, looking for disaster victims to talk to. Finally, they came to a haggard old man who was sitting on a piece of tattered cloth, holding a thin child tightly in his arms.

"Old man, do you know how this famine came about?" Qiu Mian tried his best to make his tone sound gentle and respectful.

The old man looked up at them, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, then he lowered his head and said slowly: "There is little rain, the crops are not getting moisture, so they will naturally wither. For people like us who rely on the weather for our livelihood, if we lose our crops, we will lose our lives."

"What about the imperial court? Have they taken any measures to help you?" Mu Qing asked anxiously.

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The imperial court? They only care about their own enjoyment, how can they care about the lives of ordinary people like us. Even if there is some relief food occasionally, it is intercepted by those corrupt officials. What we actually get is pitifully little."

Qiu Mian was filled with anger when she heard this. She had thought that the imperial court was a solid backing to protect the people, but she had never expected that at this critical moment, they would be so cold and ruthless.

"Don't worry, old man. We will do our best to help you." Mu Qing clenched his fists with a firm look in his eyes.

The old man looked at them gratefully, but his eyes could not hide the despair: "Thank you for your kindness, but this famine has lasted too long. We...we may not be able to hold on any longer."

Qiu Mian and Mu Qing looked at each other. They knew that the old man in front of them and countless disaster victims like him were standing on the brink of life and death. They had to take action, not only to find food, but also to expose the corruption of the court and fight for the assistance that these innocent people deserved.

"Old man, please believe in us, and please believe in the beauty of this world. We will definitely find a solution." Qiu Mian gently comforted the old man, and at the same time seemed to be cheering himself up.

Afterwards, they continued to inquire about the news among the disaster victims, collecting evidence about the causes of the famine and the court's inaction. They knew that this was a long and difficult battle, but they were ready, and for the sake of those innocent lives, they would move forward without hesitation.

In the process of exploring the root cause of the famine, Qiu Mian and Mu Qing realized that this disaster might not be entirely caused by natural forces, but there were more complex human factors hidden in it. They decided to start with geology and folk beliefs to try to uncover the mystery of this rainless year.

They shuttled between dry fields and cracked riverbeds, carefully observing the scars of the earth. Qiu Mian used her super brain's analytical ability and combined it with her knowledge of geology to try to find clues of drought from the soil. However, apart from the obvious signs of water shortage, she did not find any other obvious abnormalities.

At this time, Mu Qing suggested visiting the local wandering gods, that is, the old people who are familiar with folk stories and beliefs. They believe that these old people often hold secrets passed down from generation to generation and may be able to provide them with clues.

So, Qiu Mian and Mu Qing walked into a simple temple deep in the village with awe. There were various gods enshrined in the temple, and an old man with a kind face and a dragon ball in his hand was particularly eye-catching. The villagers told them that this old man was the wandering god of the village and knew the local history and legends like the back of his hand.

When Youshen saw the two young visitors, a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes. He smiled and asked them to sit down and brewed a pot of tea. In the aroma of tea, Qiumian and Muqing slowly told the purpose of their visit.

After hearing this, Youshen sighed softly, as if recalling the past. "The drought you are talking about is indeed related to an ancient legend of ours." He said slowly, "It is said that in this land, there was once a giant dragon guarding our rivers and fields. It was the son of the Dragon King and was the most favored by the Dragon King."

"However, one spring day many years ago, the villagers, in pursuit of their own short-term profits, captured the dragon that had strayed into their fishing nets, and did not release it according to traditional custom. During the days of its captivity, the dragon's tears turned into clear springs in the river, but they could not calm the anger and sadness in its heart."

"Not long after, the Dragon King learned of this and, in anger, took back the rain that he had bestowed on this land. Since then, our fields have never seen rain again, and the rivers have gradually dried up. Year after year, drought has become the norm here, and we can only silently bear this punishment."

When Youshen said this, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He continued, "In fact, the villagers are not unrepentant. They have held ceremonies many times to pray for the Dragon King's forgiveness, but it seems that none of them have moved the Dragon King's heart. Perhaps only true repentance and amends can allow us to regain the Dragon King's grace."

Qiu Mian and Mu Qing felt mixed emotions after hearing this. They had never expected that this seemingly natural drought actually hid such a profound conflict between human nature and faith. They decided to help the villagers find a way to make up for their mistakes and regain the favor of the Dragon King.

After a lot of hard work and exploration, Qiu Mian and Mu Qing finally found the legendary place where the Dragon King was - a mysterious sea hidden in the mist. The sea was sparkling, as if it contained endless power and wisdom.

They took a small boat, passed through the thick fog, and finally arrived in front of the Dragon King's Palace. The Dragon King's Palace was majestic and magnificent, revealing an indescribable majesty and sacredness.

Qiu Mian and Mu Qing knelt respectfully outside the palace gate and explained their purpose. Soon, a majestic dragon king dressed in dragon robes slowly walked out, with a sharp gaze that seemed to be able to see into people's hearts.

The Dragon King looked at them, especially noting Qiu Mian's unique temperament. "Are you a ghost cultivator?" The Dragon King's voice was low and powerful, with a hint of subtle surprise.

Qiu Mian nodded slightly and frankly admitted his identity. "Yes, Lord Dragon King. Although I am a ghost cultivator, I have good intentions and am willing to use what I have learned to help others."

Hearing this, the Dragon King's eyes flashed with approval. "The path of ghost cultivation is difficult and full of obstacles. It is not easy for you to get to where you are today. But why did you come to me, and why did you mention Dragon Son Ao Feng?"

Qiu Mian took a deep breath and told the whole story: "Lord Dragon King, we learned that due to the greed of the villagers, Dragon Son Ao Feng was arrested and not released, which caused this drought. We feel deeply guilty and are willing to help the villagers make up for their mistakes. At the same time, we also learned that Dragon Son Ao Feng is very talented, but for some reason he was unable to cultivate into a human body. I am willing to accept Ao Feng as my apprentice and teach him to cultivate, so that he has the opportunity to cultivate into a human body and return to the dragon clan."

After hearing this, the Dragon King was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing the pros and cons. Finally, he slowly spoke: "I feel your sincerity. Ao Feng is indeed my most beloved offspring, and his experience makes me heartbroken. Since you are willing to lend a helping hand, I naturally have no reason to refuse. However, the way of ghost cultivation is very different from the practice of the dragon clan. Are you sure you are capable of this task?"

Qiu Mian answered firmly: "Don't worry, Lord Dragon King. Although I am a ghost cultivator, I have learned a lot and have also dabbled in the cultivation methods of the dragon clan. I will tailor a cultivation plan based on Ao Feng's physique and talent to ensure that he can successfully cultivate into a human body."

The Dragon King nodded, a trace of relief flashed in his eyes. "Okay, in that case, I will hand Ao Feng over to you. But you must remember that Ao Feng is not only the future of the Dragon Clan, but also the guardian of this sea area. There can be no mistakes in his cultivation path."

After saying that, the Dragon King waved his hand, a ray of light flashed, and Ao Feng appeared in front of everyone. He was a young dragon, small in stature, but his eyes revealed an unyielding and tenacious look.

When Ao Feng saw Qiu Mian and Mu Qing, a hint of curiosity and doubt flashed in his eyes. But when he felt the majesty and expectation coming from the Dragon King, he immediately understood his mission.

"Ao Feng, this is Qiu Mian. She will be your master." The Dragon King solemnly introduced her to Ao Feng, "You must listen to her teachings, practice hard, and strive to cultivate a human body as soon as possible and return to the dragon clan."

Ao Feng nodded and looked at Qiu Mian with a firm gaze. "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!" As he said this, he knelt on the ground and performed the ceremony of paying homage to Qiu Mian.

Qiu Mian quickly helped Ao Feng up, his eyes flashing with tenderness and encouragement. "Ao Feng, from now on, you are my apprentice. I will do my best to teach you how to practice and make you the pride of the dragon clan."

Qiu Mian and Ao Feng formed an indissoluble bond. The two of them embarked on the road of cultivation together, and experienced countless challenges and hardships. But no matter how great the difficulties were, they always adhered to their beliefs and commitments, and moved towards their goals step by step. And Ao Feng also gradually grew into a powerful dragon under Qiu Mian's careful teaching, and finally cultivated a human body, returned to the dragon clan, and became a new generation of guardian.