Fantasy: The Second Miss Said She Was Ordinary

When this horrible thought came to her mind, Anya's first feeling was pain.

No matter how much Wadasi hated her, no matter how much he belittled, insulted, and tortured her, he was still her child.

It is her only motivation to survive in this Holy Light Temple.

Was he possessed by someone?

The next moment, Anya strangely felt a sense of perverted excitement.

If the son who hated her died, would this son love her now?

She has wanted to change her son for a long time.

A strange smile appeared on Anya's lips. She stared at Qin Youyou without blinking, taking in her every move.

Qin Youyou felt the gaze fixed on her, and goosebumps appeared on her back.

Glancing to the side from the corner of her eye, she saw Anya's strange smile, staring at her as if she saw through everything.

She shuddered, turned away quickly, and continued to cry loudly: "Daddy, how could you abandon us mother and son and go away by yourself!"

The explosive crying performance moved the heaven and the earth, and disturbed the neighbors.

Only Anya remained calm as she watched Qin Youyou perform.

After repeated consolations from the gods who were as big as buckets, Qin Youyou finally wiped her tears, solemnly lit the torch, and burned Wahaha to ashes.

Then, holding the box of ashes, he solemnly walked to the cliff of Holy Light Peak and scattered the ashes: "Father, you said you love freedom, and your son will give you freedom!"

Behind him was a group of divine messengers who came to pay their respects. Seeing this scene, they were deeply moved: "What a good son..."

"If you have a son, you should have one like Vadasi."

"Even if I die, I'll be fine!"

Listening to everyone's praise, Qin Youyou scattered Wahaha's ashes, then she put away the upturned corners of her mouth and pinched herself.

Her eyes were red again: "Everyone, there is something I have to say."

Everyone felt pity for the child who had just lost his father: "You speak, and we all listen."

Qin Youyou clenched her fists and said, "My father has always been healthy. Now he has suffered such a misfortune. I don't believe it is a sudden illness."

"I swear to find the murderer who killed my father!"

"Ah?" The gods were stunned.

When Wahaha died, there were many of them present. His death was indeed sudden and strange. Even his soul was almost destroyed in an instant.

If Wahaha was an ordinary practitioner, this would not be surprising, but Wahaha practiced the secret techniques of the Holy Light Temple and absorbed the souls of countless powerful people. His soul strength is far superior to that of ordinary people.

It is too strange that such a strong man died almost instantly.

Could it be... that someone really wanted to harm him?

They couldn't help but recall that Luo Xie had immediately gone to Wahaha's house, wanting to take away his inheritance and treasures...

Could it be that the murderer is Luo Xie?

Everyone looked at Luo Xie, who was at the end of the funeral procession.

Luo Xie's face turned green instantly.

Why are you looking at him?

He is really wronged!

Everyone felt his glare and turned their gazes away in frustration. After all, without evidence, one couldn't just smear someone.

Qin Youyou added, "Anyway, I will definitely find out the cause of my father's death! Also, I'm making this clear today: no one but me and my mother can touch my father's inheritance!"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent.

They are all messengers of the Holy Light Temple and are not fools. Wahaha is proficient in corpse control. There are at least three hundred zombies of the God of War level in his cellar. This is a great temptation for any messenger.

"Haha, Wadasi, it's not that we want to steal your father's inheritance, but you know the zombies in your father's cellar. Ordinary people can't make them recognize their master."

"If we don't help you share some of the burden, you and your mother might be retaliated by those zombies."

"Yes, we have good intentions."

"Haha." Qin Youyou sneered: "How do you know I can't make the zombies recognize me as their master?"

"Vadasi, you are still young and haven't truly become a member of the temple. Naturally, you haven't practiced corpse control techniques. So how can you make the zombies recognize you as your master?"

"The position of God's Messenger can be inherited. My father died, and I, Wadasi, inherited his position as God's Messenger. Naturally, I also became a member of the temple. In this way, can I practice corpse control?"

Everyone was happy and laughed out loud.

"Child, you are still too naive."

"That's true, but if the zombies aren't suppressed within seven days, they'll rebel. Are you sure you can master the art of controlling zombies within seven days?"

Qin Youyou asked back: "Why not?"

"Hahahahahaha!" Everyone laughed even louder.

"This is one of the most difficult secret arts in the temple, second only to the pottery servant art practiced by the Luo Xie Divine Envoy. You want to master it in seven days? Do you think you're learning how to butcher a pig?"

Qin Youyou ignored their ridicule and said, "Don't worry, we'll see the result in seven days."

"Xiao Wa, your father has been dead for three days. Counting the time, you only have four days left."

"Four days is just four days!"

Qin Youyou was stubborn.

Everyone shook their heads. It was understandable that this boy was young and energetic, and his father had passed away, so he wanted to hold on to the inheritance.

How about giving us some extra time?

After four days, the zombies will rise up suddenly, and the mother and son will have no choice but to come to them crying and beg for help. When the time comes, they will take the zombies into their pockets, which will seem natural and legitimate.

The gods' messengers pretended to comfort Qin Youyou and then dispersed with their own thoughts.

The younger brothers behind Qin Youyou who had been silent all breathed a sigh of relief and swallowed fearfully.

Whispering: "Why do I feel that the gods' messengers... are not what the world sees them to be."

"Yes, they actually wanted to steal Wago's father's inheritance. It's clearly a bandit act, but they still justified it by saying they were helping and sharing the burden."

"Hush, don't talk about the God's Messengers. They represent the will of the Holy Light. Everything they do must have their reasons."

The younger brothers quickly covered their mouths and dared not say another word.

Qin Youyou looked up and saw Vadasi's mother, Anya, standing alone in the sunset glow not far away. She stretched out her hand to her and said, "Child, come home with me."

Qin Youyou shuddered and felt inexplicably eerie. What was going on?

But escaping will not solve the problem, she must face everything bravely.

Qin Youyou gritted her teeth, walked forward, and took Anya's hand, "Mother, I will take care of you from now on."

"really?"

Anya smiled, with an ambiguous look in her eyes.