Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Although there are many houses in the village, everyone still squeezes into two large rooms, because it's more reassuring to have more people living together.

Yu Dasheng and Fanghua found a clean spot and set up their beds on the floor.

Yu Dasheng was sleeping on the outermost side, while Fanghua and Lingyao were inside.

Lingyao lay in the corner against the wall. As soon as she closed her eyes, she felt a chill on her hand.

Lingyao lowered her gaze. The black snake, who had been out having fun all day, now knew to act like a good boy in her palm.

He closed his eyes, grabbed her sleeve, and was about to go to sleep.

If it weren't for the inappropriate occasion, Lingyao would have dragged him up and made him stand in the corner as punishment.

Everyone was lying on the floor like on a large communal bed.

However, few people could fall asleep; the empty village filled them with a sense of insecurity.

The wind picked up at night, perhaps because some houses had their doors and windows open.

The wind rattled the doors and windows, and there were occasional soft, hesitant cries, like a cat meowing or a baby's.

The people in the room were so frightened that they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

The little black snake in Lingyao's hand was disturbed and impatiently rolled over, flicking its tail.

The strange noises outside suddenly stopped.

However, this inexplicable silence was quite frightening; many people lay on the cold ground, their backs covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Some children were so frightened they wanted to cry, but their parents held them in their arms and covered their mouths.

Only Lingyao, the little snake, and the Yu couple who ate two spirit peaches got a good night's sleep.

When they got up the next day to continue their journey, everyone was noticeably quieter than the day before when they had been chatting and gossiping.

They all silently quickened their pace.

At this pace, they might be able to reach the temple where they would rest along the way ahead of schedule.

But fate had other plans. Halfway there, the sky suddenly darkened, and then it started to drizzle. Everyone was praying that the rain would stop or lessen.

But the rain just kept getting heavier.

To get to the temple, they had to walk a long way up the mountain, but with the heavy rain, walking on the mountain path was extremely difficult. If they were not careful, they might slip and fall.

But now they have already covered more than half of the journey.

If they turn back now, they might not be able to get back to Sesame Village before dark.

But as we move forward, no one can guarantee that in such heavy rain, there won't be landslides or boulders rolling down the mountain path.

However, at this moment, perhaps it was divine intervention, or perhaps it was just a mirage.

After walking for a while, they found a cave.

There was also a stone table inside the cave. Although the entrance was covered with a lot of spider webs, it was fine to go in and take shelter from the rain for the time being.

Thus, the first dispute arose within the group at the entrance of this cave.

Someone suggested that they could stay in the cave for the night and use their cart to seal off the entrance.

After all, the rain was so heavy, and every family had a child with them, pushing strollers. The roads were slippery and dangerous in the rain, so even if nothing happened on the way,

But with such heavy rain, the journey will inevitably be slowed down, and it's very likely that it will get dark before we even reach the temple.

Some disagreed, arguing that they were on a mountain, in the mountains, but that was the territory of demons.

The monsters that don't appear during the day lurk in the deep mountains. Even now, inside the caves, once night falls, it's practically their stronghold.

Can a mere wooden plank at the entrance of a hole really keep out monsters?

The two sides started arguing.

In order to save time and get on the road, the village chief's son suggested that the villagers choose for themselves.

Those who wish to stay can stay and continue their journey tomorrow.

Those who didn't want to stay followed him and set off ahead.

If they arrive at the temple a day early and wait for them, then the two groups can gather and continue on to the second village, Miao Village.

No one objected to this proposal.

After discussing it with Fanghua and asking Lingyao for her opinion, Yu Dasheng decided to hurry on their way.

The main reason was that Lingyao hadn't made a fuss the whole way, which put their minds at ease. Besides, they only had one girl in their family, making the journey easier.

Some families have three or four children, both boys and girls, and there's simply no way to support them.

Yu Dasheng decided to leave, but he left the cart behind for the people who stayed in the cave, so they could remove it to block the entrance.

The two groups parted ways at the cave entrance.

Those who remained in the cave had gathered up some dry firewood that had been piled up there and were preparing to start a fire.

He glanced at Yu Dasheng, who was packing his bags and preparing to leave, and chuckled.

"Dasheng, why don't you stay? This mountain road is so slippery, going into the rain now would be suicide."

"Don't listen to them saying the caves aren't safe. Yesterday we were in Sesame Village, the door was sealed off, and nothing happened."

Yu Dasheng smiled and decided to leave anyway.

Putting everything else aside, he still trusted his girl's intuition quite a bit.

And he didn't actually feel tired.

Midway through, Lingyao gave each of them a pear and ate half a steamed bun, and they still don't feel hungry.

More than twenty people were walking on the muddy mountain road.

The mountain path was very slippery, making walking difficult.

In addition, heavy rain was falling from the sky, pelting people's faces and obscuring their vision.

Yu Dasheng was walking in front, Fanghua was behind, and the couple had Lingyao walk in the middle.

He held Lingyao's hand tightly.

Lingyao really wanted to lead the way, but no one paid any attention to her when she said it.

As they walked, they wondered if it was just their imagination, but the sky seemed to suddenly darken. Even though it wasn't dusk yet, they couldn't see the road ahead clearly while walking on the mountain path.

The sounds of wind and rain mingled together in an eerie atmosphere.

If there were demon hunters present, they would be able to see them on the path they were walking on.

No, it should be said that this entire mountain area is currently shrouded in a huge black net of smoke.

And wisps of smoke were seeping into the air around them, as if trying to tear the space apart.

Lingyao realized something was wrong and looked up at the hills in the area.

In the rain and mist, a black and white figure stood on the mountaintop, the black lotus on its face appearing and disappearing, still shimmering with golden light in the air.

He had one small hand behind his back, and the other hand pointed to the dark sky.

Shouting: "Hurry, hurry, as the law commands! Namo Amitabha Buddha! Balala energy..."

After reciting a string of mixed slogans, he flicked his sleeve, waved it at the sky, and shouted, "You bunch of ants, get the hell out of here!"

With a flick of his sleeve, the black mist that had been baring its fangs and claws to pounce retreated like a tide.

Lingyao, who was standing below and witnessed the whole thing, sighed and rubbed her forehead.

Oh no, the God of Wealth has been harmed by her haphazardly written novel.

They've even started studying Lao Tzu.

After Fu Ling, who thought himself to be a "righteous wanderer," dispersed the ants, he turned into a wisp of white smoke and returned to Ling Yao's wrist, even opening his small mouth towards Ling Yao.

I want a reward, I want to eat fruit.