"Mom...what are you going to do? Let me go!"

In a dilapidated room, a young man was tied to the edge of the bed with hemp rope.

The room was pitch black, with only the fire on the stove on the side jumping, making the room look a little brighter.

"Gaocai, your father asked me a few days ago, saying he was hungry and cold... I thought about it and had to give him some food, but there was nothing to eat at home..." On the side of the stove, an old woman with white and messy hair added two handfuls of firewood to the stove. The orange-red firelight shone on her face, making her face red.

However, the wrinkles are even more conspicuous.

"We didn't agree, you agreed... We have lost weight a little bit, but your father doesn't dislike it. If he dislikes it, I'll talk about him, this old man, leave me alone..." The old woman muttered, and the first half was still talking to the young man, and the second half was falling into talking to herself.

The young man's eyes widened, and he felt that the scene in front of him was like a nightmare.

He couldn't remember why he was tied here. He was like drinking and all his memories remained half a month ago.

Also, how did he be tied up? His mother is so weak that he can break free with just a little resistance.

The fire in the stove was burning vigorously, and the old woman picked up a kitchen knife with some rust on it, and then the water tank with a hole was ground.

"Bang bang."

Every move she exerted force, and the sour friction sound echoed inside the house.

Most of her body was hidden in the darkness, only her face and the kitchen knife in her hand were exposed to the fire.

The kitchen knife was sharpened and the old woman smiled with satisfaction.

The young man's eyes were full of horror. Two balls of fire reflected in his dark pupils, and two staggering figures holding kitchen knives.

"Help...Help! Mom, I am Jucai, I am Chen Jucai, don't kill me!"

He howled at the top of his throat, crying and a little hysterical.

However, there are not many people in this village.

These days, every household has died inexplicably. Some people say it was caused by monsters, and some people say it was a plague that infects people.

If you have a little bit of access, you will move to other places, or you will go to the mountains to take refuge.

The old woman walked to the young man, gestured with the kitchen knife in her hand, and didn't know what she was talking about.

The young man's eyes were almost bleeding, and he struggled desperately, but he was tied up so tight that he couldn't use any effort.

The fear of death made him almost lose his mind.

The old woman gestured a few times, and seemed to have finally found a place. She put the knife on the young man's neck and cut it down hard as she spoke.

Her movements were so skillful that the young man even remembered that when his mother killed chickens in childhood, she used this movement.

At that time, it was the happiest time in the family.

"Puff."

Blood gushed out, a bright red color, blurring his gaze.

...

The young man stared blankly at the scene in front of him, and his mother was squatting not far away.

He was holding a pheasant from nowhere in his hand. At this moment, the pheasant's neck was cut open and then twisted backwards. The blood first splattered out, and then fell into the pottery bowl in the gap bit by bit.

The bright red is so dazzling.

He subconsciously touched his neck. He didn't just now...how was this happening?

That indescribable feeling of fragmentation surged into his heart again.

"How come you kid, you are just looking at it. You just come and help me scoop some boiling water and burn the chicken feathers. There are still customers today, so don't let the guests wait for a long time." The old woman put the blood-stained kitchen knife aside, raised her head and glared at her son with complaint.

The young man then noticed that in the darkness beside him, a young young man stood quietly.

He looks so handsome, not at all like their countrymen. Not only is he fair and clean, but the material of the clothes is very expensive at first glance and is out of place with their family.

The young man suddenly felt a little inferior, and he forgot what had happened before in his mind, so he quickly started to work hard.

"Mr. Wu passed by our village and took the opportunity to take a rest. He also sent a chicken over." The old woman's face was full of joy, and she said excitedly while plucking the feathers for the chicken.

After a while, the pheasant was dealt with.

The chicken was cut into small pieces and boiled in white water. The farmer had no seasonings, not much of the coarse salt left.

However, there are rare guests today, so the old woman generously added some salt to the soup. Considering that it was a meat soup, she added another spoonful and a half spoonful of water.

I didn't reach the edge of the pot before I kept my heart satisfied.

The soup was stewed for half an hour before a pot of chicken soup was considered good.

The old woman took some coarse porcelain bowls to fill, each serving, but she was also a little tricky. Only soup was seen in each bowl, but not much chicken.

"Customers, let's eat first. Our farmhouse is simple and probably not to your liking." The old woman pushed the soup bowl down in front of Wu Xuanzhi.

Wu Xuanzhi took a sip and it didn't taste very good.

The chicken soup was not filled with onion and ginger, which tasted a bit fishy and the water was added too much, resulting in the soup being very light.

But he still drank a bowl of soup.

He has never been picky about the taste of the food.

"Mr. Wu, I'll make another bowl of soup?" Seeing that the soup was gone, the old woman felt a little distressed in her eyes, but she still spoke.

"No need, I'm full, you can eat." Wu Xuanzhi shook his head and looked at the whole house.

The whole room was empty, with only a broken table, a desk, a stove and a bed.

The bed is placed next to the wall.

Not far away, a small room was divided into two rooms by reeds and bamboo.

On the desk next to it, there was a statue of a god the size of a palm.

He was wearing an official uniform and holding a wooden stick in his hand, looking very smiling.

Wu Xuanzhi knew this statue of God, which was the statue of God of Land that can be seen in many villages. However, these statues are generally enshrined in the land temples on the mountainous land, and few people would invite them home.

Because the land god and the city god are like gods that protect one place, they are just local gods, not all faiths in the world.

"That's so embarrassing. Let's make half a bowl of money for the husband." The old woman could not suppress her joy, but as the host's politeness, she still asked her son to make some soup.
Chapter completed!