I'm bound to the witch of death

Chapter 125 125. The Garden of Gods and He Jianzhu

The clock is ticking.

Uncle Yun went to the kitchen to work again. Xia Feng looked at the withered jasmine flowers outside the window for a while, turned back and blinked:

"If you don't worship God, you will be punished by the gods. Do you think we should worship God?"

Mu Qingtong shook his head: "In this kind of high-risk disaster situation where the information is extremely doubtful, you only need to act according to the principle of 'the surface is safe but there must be a higher risk'. There is nothing to say."

"Ah this." Xia Feng held his head. He thought Mu Qingtong would give a lot of reasoning, but he didn't expect it to be so simple and crude.

But yes, although I don’t know whether the God of the Sky is a scourge or a neutral rule in this place, worshiping Him can gain His protection and protect me from the wrath of the gods. If this is the case, then it is still difficult to get through.

So there is nothing to worry about, just be reckless.

"Speaking of which, you are here to find the whereabouts of your mother. Where are you going to start?"

Xia Feng asked via voice transmission, and the next moment he heard the word calm, "Let it go."

"?" Xia Feng was speechless. With such a casual attitude, was this woman really here to investigate the whereabouts of He Jianzhu?

Just as he was about to ask more questions, Mu Qingtong's voice sounded in his heart again,

"The old man and Xiao Wen, who has been upstairs and hasn't come down, are both 'orphans'. But this middle-aged man is not an orphan."

Halfway through her words, Xia Feng understood what she meant. The witch wanted to kill Uncle Yun directly, and then use a spiritual weapon to hypnotize the soul and ask questions.

It is a convenient and efficient method. After all, the rules only say that you cannot attack orphans.

At this moment, Uncle Yun came out of the kitchen with a bowl of hot chicken soup.

He regained his enthusiasm and said with a smile, "You two adults, come and try the chicken soup made by my mother. It's delicious."

He scooped up two bowls, gave them spoons and chopsticks with a smile on his face, "Just treat it like your own home, don't be restrained."

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Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong both looked at the rich and delicious chicken soup in front of them.

"Oh, yes." Uncle Yun's wrinkled eyes were full of smiles, "You two, you have been sitting here for so long, why don't you worship God?"

Xia Feng smiled and did not answer directly, but pointed to the dark red shrine next to the toilet, "Uncle Yun, why is there an apple tree on the shrine?"

There is no statue of God in the center of the shrine, but there is a half-meter-high mini tree with two crisp red fruits hanging on it, which look like apples.

"This is not an apple tree." Uncle Yun looked serious, "This is a tree of gifts. Sirs, after you worship God, the God of the sky will inject gifts into the fruits, and then you can each pick one. The gifted fruit. Those who eat the gifted fruit will be protected by the god of the sky and will no longer be angered by the gods. "

"Oh, that's it," Xia Feng said with a smile, "It sounds pretty awesome~"

"So, you two adults, twelve o'clock is almost here. I suggest you hurry up. After all, even the God of the Sky doesn't like to pick on lazy believers who worship God."

Your reason for urging is quite fresh and refined. Xia Feng grinned and stared at the middle-aged man with burning eyes: "But, what should we do if we just don't want to worship?"

The middle-aged man had a simple and attentive smile on his face.

But as Xia Feng looked at him, the corners of his lips slowly converged, "If you don't want to, please?"

The lights above the dining table were dim.

The atmosphere was silent for two seconds. The middle-aged man slowly lowered his head, but the corners of his tightened lips in the shadows evoked a cold and sly expression, "Haha~ But you two respected adults, if you don't want to bow to me now, you have to bow to me!"

As soon as they finished speaking, Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong slumped down on the chairs as if their whole bodies had been paralyzed.

[You were attacked by the D-class spiritual weapon·Hand of the Dead Chicken]

[Replicable spiritual weapon detected: Hand of the Dead Chicken]

"You guys are so shameless." Uncle Yun said quietly, stood up, twisted his neck, and looked indifferently, "It's still easy to deceive those two outsiders before. You two guys have so many things going on."

Xia Feng and Mu Qingtong sat slumped on the chairs at the dining table, their eyes calm and not panicked at all.

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[D. Hand of the Dead Chicken: The smell of cooked chicken will become your weapon, and you can give it paralysis or even coma effects. The more fragrant the chicken, the better the effect. If the target smells the smell of chicken for more than six hours, you can directly paralyze and damage the target's brain nerves, causing death. 】

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What kind of ghost weapon are these? Xia Feng almost choked. The abilities of spiritual weapons are so strange.

"Old woman, hurry up and come out to help." Uncle Yun shouted coldly into the kitchen, and the expressionless old woman walked out slowly.

"Drag these two idiots to the altar. If they don't worship, then force them to worship God." The middle-aged man sneered and was about to walk towards Xia Feng, but his pupils expanded in shock and he stopped suddenly, "Wha—— "

He opened his mouth, then with a pop, he collapsed directly to the ground with a horrified look on his face. Is this his own spiritual weapon ability?

"Tsk, tsk, that's right. Although the name of your spiritual weapon is a bit strange, the effect is quite good." Xia Feng leaned back on his seat and chuckled.

When the old man at the kitchen door saw her son suddenly falling to the ground, her expression changed, and she subconsciously stepped back with fear in her cloudy eyes.

"Made~Old woman! It seems that I can't keep you here." The middle-aged man on the ground said coldly in a low voice. The old man slowly closed his eyes, as if preparing to face death.

But after waiting for two seconds, no nerve-paralyzing severe pain came. She opened her eyes in confusion, and saw a middle-aged man with a golden cross in his eyes, a ferocious look on his face, and he was lying motionless on the ground.

Her legs weakened, and she fell down tremblingly while holding on to the wall. Her expression was empty and she murmured hoarsely: "Do evil. Do evil."

Xia Feng looked at this scene with an expressionless face. Obviously, the old woman had smelled the smell of chicken for a long time, so the middle-aged man could kill her with just one thought. If the old woman died, the middle-aged man would become an orphan and helpless. Being attacked again.

The middle-aged man wanted to use this to make Xia Feng violate the rule of 'no attacking orphans'.

But unfortunately, in the face of absolute strength, all plans are in vain.

Although her body was paralyzed, Mu Qingtong used her spiritual weapon ability to control her body and stood up. She walked slowly in front of the middle-aged man, slid down with a knife, and separated the head and neck.

The middle-aged man's spirit body floated in the air, his eyes empty.

Mu Qingtong did not question his spirit body, but looked at the old woman slumped on the ground with a calm look: "Tell me everything you know."

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The old woman stared at her son's body in silence for a long time. She did not show too much emotion, but her eyes gradually dimmed and she sighed, "You should have guessed that it is indeed a lie that worshiping gods can provide protection."

"After worshiping the gods, not only will you not be able to receive protection, but your souls will be directly dispersed and absorbed by the gift tree."

She looked at the small apple tree on the altar, her eyes cloudy and confused, "Little girl, did you see those two red fruits? They are the ones my son deceived last year."

"The God of the Sky said that as long as the tree is filled with five gift fruits, the person who contributed the most can leave this place and enter the garden of the gods, where there is all the happiness we want."

Xia Feng looked at the gifted fruit and was slightly shocked. Was this a human transformation? I was also given a gift fruit. Is it a human flesh fruit?

"The garden of the gods?" Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes, "So has anyone ever been in it?"

"Of course there is." The old woman said solemnly, "Although I came here ten years ago, I know that this place has been a disaster for more than ten years. How many people complete the target every month, so I guess There are hundreds and nearly a thousand people who have ascended to the Divine Garden.”

"But to be honest, no one knows whether the Divine Garden exists or not. After all, those who completed the target disappeared out of thin air, and no one knows where they went."

Then he probably failed. If he didn't, the result wouldn't be much better. Xia Feng cursed in his heart.

"You came here ten years ago?" Mu Qingtong suddenly asked, "Then do you know He Jianzhu?"

"He Jianzhu?" The old woman was stunned for a moment, her eyes slightly strange, "I don't know He Jianzhu, but I do know a female doctor named He."