A genius girl with her own space

Qiqi was outside the space sensing the situation inside. Knowing that the children were happy, she smiled slightly.

"Uncle Hu, Brother Jingze, the children are very happy and are playing with the fireflies." Qiqi shared with them happily.

"See if there are any other animals here. If they like you, you can put them into your space. We may only come here once, and next time it may be destroyed by the volcano. There is no need for us to come here. Qiqi, please try to take away the animals you can save." Uncle Hu said.

"Okay, Uncle Hu, I will try my best to take away the animals that can be tamed, or tell them to stay away from or move away from this dangerous place." Qiqi said.

They quickly came to the sacred tree while chatting.

Uncle Gu Shu also appeared. "You guys are back. Did you encounter any danger in there?"

"Uncle Gushu, don't worry, we are not in danger. Let Uncle Hu see how to rescue you." Qiqi said.

Uncle Hu was already carefully observing the silk thread that trapped the sacred tree. The thread was very strong. Could he see if he could find its source? That would make the solution much simpler. If he couldn't find it, he would have to find a way to cut the thread. Uncle Hu sighed inwardly. If he could cut it, the sacred tree would have been cut long ago, and would have left this place long ago, and wouldn't have waited for them.

Qiqi and the other two can't burrow underground, so he still has to take them with him. He is worried about leaving them here.

"You two close your eyes, I will take you to find the source of the silk thread." Uncle Hu said.

They closed their eyes obediently, and then heard a hissing sound as they went downwards. They didn't dare to move, and relaxed their bodies, letting Uncle Hu handle everything.

Uncle Hu walked underground, just like on flat ground. A channel formed around his body, like a pipe, pushing the soil to the surrounding area, making the surrounding soil more solid, and a channel was formed. They ascended effortlessly.

They soon came to an old house. The house was located in an open space with no soil around it. The gate was ancient in style, and two little lions were squatting at the door, carved to look very lifelike.

Qiqi was also surprised. How could such an ancient house exist underground? Who built it, and why underground? Couldn't such a house be built above? How wonderful would it be to have sunshine every day, with birds, insects, and animals as companions? Wouldn't it be lonely living down there alone? Wouldn't it be suffocating with no one to talk to? What's the point of living? There's no way to grow vegetables or food here. If I lived here, wouldn't I need to eat?

I don't want to live here alone, even if you pay me, I won't live here, Qiqi thought.

The transparent silk thread entered the house. No one knew who lived in the house, so they stopped at the door.

Zhou Jingze bowed slightly and asked, "Excuse me, is there anyone inside?" He asked twice in a row, but no one responded.

"Jingze, I can't sense any breath of living people. Let's go in and see if there is anyone there. Then we can see where the silk thread is tied so that the ancient tree can't break free. What kind of ability can bind the ancient tree?" Uncle Hu said.

Zhou Jingze slowly pushed the door open and saw a desk in the house. Behind it sat a middle-aged man, his eyes wide open, staring forward. The desk was covered with scrolls. The paintings depicted beautiful women, some smiling, some shy, some dancing, some practicing swordplay, and some looking animated. It was clear that the painter had reached the pinnacle of artistry.

There were many books on the desk, all neatly arranged. It was clear that this person loved tidiness. There was also a bed in the room, with clean bedding. Many clothes were hung on a simple clothes rack.

Qiqi looked at the portrait of the woman and felt that it was familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it before. She patted her head and felt a slight headache. Was it because of the lack of oxygen underground?

Zhou Jingze also saw the portrait and felt that it looked familiar. Who was he thinking of? The portrait looked a bit like Qiqi.

Uncle Hu also saw the portrait. Isn't this her sister? How did her portrait end up here? Who was so bold as to live here with a portrait? He finally looked at the person sitting behind the desk.

Lord Chongming, how did he come here? When I was in the God Realm, my junior sister’s elder sister married the Lord. I heard that he was in seclusion and I never saw him in the God Realm.

He wasn't in seclusion; he came here. He likes his junior sister's older sister and is hiding here to express his unrequited love. If you like her, why can't you just fight for her? What's the point of being so frustrated here? You planted this sacred tree here, right?

The sacred tree is also loved by your junior sister's older sister, right? If you bring it here, will that sister like you? Will she chase you here? You're wrong. I've known my sister has liked Zhuzhu for years. Even though you three are friends, why didn't you tell her you liked her earlier? When you heard her reject you, didn't you give up? Loving someone isn't about getting them, but about letting them live freely.

Wouldn't it be even more painful for you to live here alone, looking at her portrait? If you love her, you must protect her unconditionally. Ensure her safety, and protect her without hesitation when she is hurt.

Uncle Hu thought about this and smiled bitterly. This was probably what he was thinking. He liked Junior Sister but didn't express it. When Junior Sister was not around, he had to bear the pain alone. Junior Sister must like him too.

He slowly approached Chongming and felt his pulse. He was already dead. He saw a silk thread in his hand. It was the thread that came from his heart.

Uncle Hu understood how much he loved his sister. He used his heart knot to turn it into a thread, and trapped the sacred tree, so that it would accompany him forever. He regarded the sacred tree as his sister.

Qiqi and Zhou Jingze looked at Uncle Hu, and they also followed Uncle Hu's gaze to see the silk thread. They didn't understand how the silk thread could be emitted from the heart.

They didn't ask any more questions. Seeing Uncle Hu's painful expression, they felt a little sorry for him. Did he know this person?

Uncle Hu also came back to his senses from his longing. He had passed away. He had bound the sacred tree with the thread of his heart. He probably didn't realize that the sacred tree was almost lifeless under his restraint. He also didn't know that the volcano would erupt and burn the sacred tree to death. If he knew what would happen in the future, I don't think he would do this. Alas, what is the purpose of life? You were supposed to be immortal. Now you have done this to yourself.

Uncle Hu seemed to know something and smiled bitterly, "You want to take in an apprentice?"