Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

From digging a hole, burying it in a flower pot, to building it into a small mound, the villagers seemed to be performing an extremely sacred ceremony.

Even though his clothes were ragged and he was covered in mud, his hands were clean when he picked up the flowerpot.

After burying a flowerpot, he leaned against the mound, fumbled in his pocket for a while, and took out a small paper bag and a piece of homework paper that he tore off from somewhere.

He tore off a small piece of homework paper, spread it on his lap, and shook out a few pieces of tawny tobacco from the paper bag.

The village guard squinted his eyes and rolled up the cigarette with only one hand. This was a way of smoking dry cigarettes a long time ago, but it is rare now.

Just by looking at his fluent movements, no one would mistake him for a fool.

Although he looks like an old man, with dirt still stained on his weather-beaten face, Chu Yao and Ling Feng are both Feng Shui masters, so they can naturally tell his true age. He is not actually old, he is only in his forties. .

After taking a few puffs, he noticed Ling Feng and Chu Yao beside him. The village guard's expression was a bit wary. He immediately held his head with his hands and pretended that he couldn't see the two of them.

Lingfeng opened the lunch box and placed it next to him.

The village guard raised his head. He smelled the aroma of food, wrinkled his nose, grabbed the lunch box on the ground, and ate it hungrily.

After everyone in the village died, he never had a full meal, so he could only try his luck in the gaming company's data center.

Occasionally, people would throw unfinished lunch boxes to him, but recently there were only employees carrying goods. They themselves were not full, and there was not much food left.

The lunch box Ling Feng brought was a meat-and-vegetarian meal, with oily braised pork served with boiled cabbage sum and spicy and sour potato shreds. However, the village guard only ate rice with side dishes, leaving the braised pork untouched.

After finishing the meal, he wiped the oil from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve and hid the plastic box containing the braised pork behind his back.

Chu Yao laughed dumbly. She could see that the village guards were afraid that they would take away the braised pork that he had not finished eating.

It is said that eating people is short of mouth and taking people is short of hands. The villagers are finally willing to communicate with them.

He pointed his hand back and forth at the two of them and said stupidly: "You, are you here too to ask for a child?"

"Asking for a child?" Chu Yao raised her eyebrows, and she had some vague guesses.

In the investigation report of the Special Intelligence Bureau, the imbalance of the population ratio in Xiangyong Village was specifically mentioned. It is not uncommon for more boys to be born than girls. However, among the newborns in Xiangyong Village in the past twenty years, the proportion of males has been as high as 97 %.

This means that almost all children born in Xiangyong Village are male.

Both Chu Yao and Ling Feng knew that it was impossible to interfere with the gender of the fetus. With the gender ratio imbalanced to this extent, there was only one way to achieve it - and that was artificial control.

The hospital is not allowed to reveal the gender of the fetus, so where did the baby girls who were supposed to be born go?

Was some magic used to prevent the child from being a girl, or did the villagers of Xiangyong Village kill their children themselves?

"Your clothes are beautiful and expensive!" The village guard spoke intermittently, "So, you are rich. Rich people come to us all to beg for children!"

Ling Feng waved his hand and said, "We are not here to ask for a child, we just want to ask you something."

"Aren't you asking for a child?" The village guard opened his mouth and said a little angrily, "No, that's not right. There is a boy and a girl. They are asking for a baby in pairs. You lied to me!"

Ling Feng held his forehead with a headache. How could he explain his relationship with Chu Yao? Let's talk about friends. The two of them don't seem to have that kind of friendship. Let's talk about colleagues. Can the village guard understand what a colleague is?

Chu Yao said first: "We are cousins ​​and he is my brother."

"Oh, that's it..." The village guard nodded and said, "Then you ask, what do you want to ask?"

"Do you know how those rich people beg for children?" Chu Yao asked.

The village guard did not answer, but stretched out his hand to the two of them and asked an unexpected question, "Do you have any candy?"

Ling Feng was stunned. The village guard pointed to his mouth and said confidently: "Sugar! Eat it, it's sweet! You give me sugar, and I, I'll tell you!"

After saying that, he glanced at Ling Feng with disdain, as if to say, "I am a fool who knows Tang, but you two don't know."

This was the first time for Ling Feng to be looked down upon by someone with weak intelligence. For a moment, he felt a little funny and a little bit novel. It was not enough for the village guards to eat a box of rice, but he actually bargained with them.

However, he did not bring any candy with him, not to mention that he would not buy that kind of thing at all.

He looked at Chu Yao, who slowly took out a strawberry candy from her pocket, which she had just taken in the tea room of the Secret Service.

The pink candy lay on her white palm. The village guard stretched out his dirty hand and then retracted it as if he was electrocuted.

"You throw the candy on the ground and I'll pick it up."

Chu Yao couldn't help but put the candy into his hand. The village guard was shocked by her, but he still held the candy tightly.

He did not tear open the package, but carefully put the candy into his breast pocket, and then cleared his throat.

"After they entered the village, they went to the ceramics factory. Then, the director gave him a pot of orchid. They said that if the flower is kept at home, it will give birth to a boy, not a girl."

"What you buried in the ground were flowerpots from the ceramics factory?" Chu Yao asked again.

"No! No!" The village guard's voice suddenly became louder. He pointed at the bags in the back row and said one by one, "That's Chunxi, that's Xiaoxia, that's Erniu..."

He walked straight to the mound of soil where the flowerpot had just been buried, placed the lunch box containing braised pork in front of the mound, and buried the strawberry candy in the soil.

"This... this is Wen Yin..." The village guard's voice was much softer. He touched the little bumpkin lovingly, as if stroking a child's forehead.

"Wen Yin?" Ling Feng was stunned for a moment.

There were obvious differences between this name and those mentioned by the village guard before. He couldn't help but ask, "Who is Wen Yin?"

The village guard wrapped his arms around the earth bag sadly, and leaned his head gently on the earth bag. Two lines of tears poured out of his eyes, like two rivers flowing through the black earth.

A low whimper came from his throat, and there was an extremely clear sentence -

"Wen Yin is my daughter."