sbdcsierra Chapter 114 She is Free
Chapter 114 She is Free
Jiang Qi spoke without any hesitation, which was exactly the kind of open trust that Lu Zhi wanted. His brother was just too good.
The six people sat by the stream, basking in the sun and skipping stones, looking relaxed and carefree.
Apart from Xiao Tang, other players are currently unaware that Mo Qing's inner core has been replaced.
Some players were confused, "Isn't Mo Qing our teammate? When did she switch sides and join Jiang Qi's team?"
"Xiao Tang, aren't you closest to her? You must know why."
Xiao Tang remained silent, unsure whether to tell his teammates the truth.
His teammates, however, seem to be overthinking things.
Before Xiao Tang could answer, his teammate had already figured out the reason for the incident and explained it to him.
"Oh! I see. Xiao Tang, you and Mo Qing had planned this together, right? You wanted her to infiltrate the enemy and provide us with clues."
"Yes, that must be it."
Hearing his teammate's words, Xiao Tang smiled and looked over, giving her a cautious glance.
His eyes flickered with a complex and subtle emotion; even after curing this silly child, he would still drool.
Qin Senjing stood at a distance, glancing contemptuously in the direction of Jiang Qi and his group of six, a mocking smile playing on her lips.
"Could it be that some players actually take this field trip seriously, thinking they're just here for sightseeing and enjoying themselves?"
After saying that, he led his teammates away in a long stride.
She has always looked down on everyone, even players who are better than her.
Aside from her godfather, she was quite obedient to him, and he would always clean up the mess she made.
Even if it's just bullying an insignificant little girl in the guild, her godfather wouldn't mind.
This time, Chi Miaomiao was protected by others and couldn't bully her as usual, which was a real pity.
When we get back, I must make sure my godfather punishes Chi Miaomiao severely.
Xu Cangsheng didn't look at it much; she was busy completing the mission with her teammates.
The task seemed simple, but they only had two days to prepare, and they didn't know if they would encounter any pitfalls.
At this moment, Jiang Qi was teaching Lu Xue how to skip stones beautifully, and Lu Xue was learning very well.
Lin Wanchu was trying to get information out of Mo Qing, and Mo Qing dared not lie or be negligent, so she answered Lin Wanchu truthfully.
"I'm just a little shadow ghost. I found this body in a stream, so I used it."
“She wasn’t quite dead yet, so I stole her memories to disguise myself as a human so I wouldn’t be discovered.”
"Now, I am in a state of living and dying together with the owner of this body."
"Yeah, she can occasionally regain control of her body. Isn't that strange?"
Now, Mo Qing is neither a player nor a ghost, and it's hard to say whether this is a good thing or not.
After all, Mo Qing survived in another way.
This Shadow Ghost is at the most basic level, Lin Wanchu could tell, and it had even sensed its own kind among the players.
It said, "There are two people who have the same scent as me, one is relatively faint, and the other is strong like a marinated dish."
As soon as Mo Qingyi described it, Lin Wanchu immediately recalled the corresponding name and face from her mind.
Lin Wanchu vaguely remembered that the player with the stronger scent was named Li Shuyue, and the player with the weaker scent was named Su Rui.
It's possible that this Shadow Ghost specifically targets weak female players, but there are probably very few male players left.
A few minutes later, as the water flowed, a body slowly drifted downstream.
At first, the body only occasionally surfaced, like a piece of driftwood drifting with the current.
As it gradually approached downstream, Jiang Qi and the others were able to see the corpse clearly.
The body was pale white, and the skin was swollen from being immersed in water for a long time, resembling cold white foam.
Facial features have become blurred; the original features have been eroded by the river, leaving only the outline.
Her long hair, like seaweed, wrapped around her neck, sometimes obscuring her face and sometimes revealing her empty, lifeless eyes as the water flowed.
The clothes were tattered and torn from being constantly washed by the water, and the fabric swayed with the current.
This was none other than Mo Qing's corpse.
Players who didn't witness this side of the story naturally wouldn't know Jiang Qi's intentions.
Mo Qing's consciousness replaced Ying Gui's, and she opened her eyes.
She herself witnessed her own corpse, and the expression on her face was indescribable.
The body was dragged to the stream, and they did find something from her body.
The corpse's pale, swollen back was covered with distinct black handprints, which, judging by their size, were those of an infant.
Mo Qing drowned after falling into the stream, but it's unknown whether it was intentional or unintentional; only she herself knows.
The way she died was so gruesome that Mo Qing quickly looked away.
Jiang Qi used a coat he had gotten from A Yue to cover Mo Qing's body.
Jiang Qi clapped his hands, looking at the flowing water with a glint in his eyes.
I wonder what the villagers' expressions would be if they knew that a corpse had been floating in the water they drank every day.
They all witnessed it firsthand: the Miao girls fetched water from the stream for cooking.
Fortunately, he reminded them, so the five of them didn't touch any vegetables for breakfast and relied solely on intravenous nutrition to maintain their bodily functions.
Eating food made with corpse fluid would make anyone feel nauseous.
Jiang Qi had finished what he needed to do, so he packed his bags and prepared to leave Xiaoxi. They should also go and prepare the so-called sacrificial offerings.
Whether Mo Qing stays with them or not doesn't matter to her now; she won't die again unless a player attacks her.
She is free now.
After Jiang Qi and the others left, Mo Qing took off her shoes, rolled up her trouser legs, and stepped into the stream.
Sitting on a clean stone, gazing into the distance, lost in thought, his silhouette appeared strangely lonely and forlorn.
Jiang Qi had only glanced at the words "Luodong" while researching folk customs. He had a good memory and could even recall the details.
The legend of the Fallen Flower Cave Woman tells of some unmarried women in the tribe who, upon reaching marriageable age, have not found someone to entrust their lives to and thus enter a state similar to wandering the world in spirit.
Her face was as radiant as a peach blossom, and her eyes as bright as stars.
According to local lore, this was the will of the Cave God (the one destined for calamity), and no one dared to touch the Cave God's forbidden domain.
The villagers and her family chose an auspicious day to send her into the cave to be offered to the cave god for marriage.
The "fallen flowers with caves" is merely a superstitious custom rooted in feudal tribes.
Regarding the legend of the Fallen Flower Cave Woman, one can only say that the Fallen Flower Cave is truly a tragic tale of the complex relationship between humans and gods.
Local customs involve extreme repression of women in matters of sexuality, which becomes the highest form of morality.
A married woman, because of her diligent housework and children, spends her days weaving cloth, spinning hemp, and making pickled vegetables. Those from well-off families also play dominoes, which can distract her from her mental illness.
An unmarried woman, especially a beautiful, clean, literate, and emotionally intelligent woman, may marry late, either because she is precocious or because she is late in life.
The emotional repression experienced in this regard is naturally greater, and it is more likely to turn into a pathological state.
The area is located in the Miao region, and the Miao people's belief in gods and monsters has influenced everyone, forming a tremendous force.
Trees, caves, rocks—everywhere is imbued with spirit.
Foxes, tigers, snakes, turtles—there's nothing that isn't strange.
Gods or monsters in legends vary in beauty and ugliness, good and evil, and are all endowed with human nature.
Because of the extreme conflict between mutual affection between people and the current moral values of the Miao people, legends of affection between humans and gods and monsters arose.
This provides an outlet for women's repressed sexual emotions.
The cave is a form of complex interplay between humans and gods.
The tragedy hidden on the back is equal to the beauty visible on the surface.
So what kind of offerings are needed for the cave-diving ritual?