I was reborn and returned to the age of three and a half. Did my mother also have a heart transplant

"What gave me the most subversive feeling were these old ghosts in Zhou's family!"

Mo Yan said this and pointed at the souls in those gray transparent balls.

"Before this, I didn't know that the spirit could wander outside the body for so long. I have a friend who has no other abilities except for the spirit ability. He has reached the ninth level of this ability alone. I don't know if there are any new levels above it or any new ways to break through."

"Once the spiritual power reaches the ninth level, the person's spiritual perception ability reaches an inhuman level. So sometimes you think that people like me are like immortals, like the gods you think of. It's no wonder you misunderstand, because ordinary people can't have spiritual powers."

"However, I would like to say that if there really was a true God in this world, then you can be bolder in your fantasies about the true God's abilities. I'm afraid my abilities are not even one-tenth of those of the weakest gods."

"In the past, the villagers misunderstood me as a great immortal. Alai thought I was the mountain god worshipped by their people walking on earth. I denied it, but I didn't deny it so vehemently. It's not that I covet this false reputation, but it's mainly too troublesome to explain. Sometimes, people's stubborn belief saves me a lot of saliva. In addition, I know that the villagers are very dependent on the village. Except for the young people in the village, they will leave the village to study or even live in big cities. Some elderly people don't want to leave the village all their lives, so the misunderstanding is just a misunderstanding."

"If they felt that my identity as a great immortal would make them feel more at ease and that I had enough power to protect them, then I would have acquiesced. But now it's different, Rong Huan. Even you, who has just joined our group for less than a day, have begun to advocate the belief that I am a god incarnate. I think I must clarify it thoroughly."

"After all, Zhuzi and Goudan, you two have grown up under my watch. My little one has known my origins for a long time, and I have never hidden it from her. I am not worried about Uncle Zhao. Finally, Rong Huan, since you took the initiative to come here and said that you would protect and accompany the little one to grow up, I will accept you into the category of our family, and naturally I will also treat you as a family member. So, today is the perfect time, and I will be open and honest with everyone about my true identity."

"In the future, don't mistake me for a tree demon, a great immortal, a mountain god, a female fairy, or anything like that. I am none of those things. I am Mo Yanxing, a ninth-order lightning-type supernatural being from the end of the world. The survivors of the end of the world gave me a nickname, Master Mo! I am a standard, genuine human being. In this time and space, I don't know if there is any instrument that can detect the genetic chain between us. If it can be detected, you will find that my genetic composition is no different from yours. We are both carbon-based primates."

Mo Yan finished speaking.

Everyone was silent.

Those who understood and those who didn't understand were all silent.

Those who don’t understand include Old Zhaotou.

Anyway, he only heard one sentence. Lord Mo Yan said that she was not an immortal, and that she was just a human like all of them. The reason why she was so powerful was just because she had some special abilities.

Well, wasn’t it the village chief who first said this to everyone?

There is not a single person in Peijia Village who has not memorized it.

Now, as they have said it more and more times, whenever they meet someone who is curious about Lord Mo Yan, they can tell him about it without any hesitation. They do it so fluently and naturally that even the police officers can be fooled.

So, Lady Mo Yan is worried that they will slip up and accidentally expose her identity as an immortal?

That is absolutely not possible!

However, since Lord Mo Yan repeated the same excuse in front of them, Old Zhao used up his few "strategies" and thought that most likely Princess Niuniu was going to Kyoto to study. That's Kyoto, not the village, so danger is probably everywhere.

Lord Mo Yan was afraid that Zhuzi and the others would be careless and expose Lord Mo Yan's secret, so he told the story again and repeatedly emphasized that she was a human or something. Well, that must be the case.

Poor old Zhao used up all his "wisdom" and finally came up with a reasonable reason for Mo Yan's words.

After half a minute of silence, it was Old Zhao who was the first to break the silence.

"Sir, don't worry. No matter what you say, I, Old Zhao, will believe it without a doubt and will support you. I will also keep an eye on my eldest grandson Zhuzi and make sure he always listens to you and protects Niuniu."

Mo Yan: ...

Pillar:……

Everyone:...

All I can say is that his statement was very good, but it was completely unrelated to what Mo Yan said.

"Uncle Zhao, thank you for your trust. I have received your kindness. Well, you can go back to the car and rest."

"Ah? Okay, sir, I won't interrupt you guys. If you have any instructions, just call me. I'm old and can't understand what you say, but I can understand any of your commands."

What can Mo Yan say?

I can only say that I appreciate his loyalty, but he cannot participate in this topic at all.

He nodded and pointed to the carriage.

Old Zhao climbed up quickly and really did what he said. He did not disturb them when they were talking. He went straight into the carriage without even looking at the sacred tree.

His idea was very simple and plain, that is, even if this sacred tree grows up to be more powerful than the immortal Mo Yan in their village, so what?

What you believe in cannot change overnight.

The people of Peijia Village will always remember that it was the immortal Mo Yan, not the sacred Jianmu tree, who helped their village.

Therefore, even if the sacred tree is more powerful, they will not turn to it and betray the great immortal Mo Yan.

Therefore, it is enough to have been lucky enough to see Shenmu, and there is no need to stay outside the carriage to see it for longer.

Old Zhao felt at ease and calm, so he nestled back into the corner of the ox cart and leaned his body against the wall to relax. After a short while, he fell asleep peacefully.

Mo Yan, who discovered this scene not long after, didn't know what to say, but in her heart, she really felt a sense of fulfillment as if she was being recognized and followed by someone.

That long-lost feeling of being needed and trusted, which she had received from her companions or the survivors she had rescued in the early days of the apocalypse, but those things gradually began to disappear at some point.

Later, when there were fewer and fewer humans, fewer and fewer companions, and trust between people was almost non-existent, she lost the ability to relive the faint sense of satisfaction she once had.

Until this moment, Old Zhao's simple and naive trust unexpectedly made her recall several warm moments from the past.

Mo Yan's face, not just the corners of her lips and eyebrows, but almost her entire person, at this moment exudes a truly gentle aura from the inside out.