Chapter 597 - 257: Wind Bell Village
Chapter 597: Chapter 257: Wind Bell Village
Under the blood-red maple tree, a tomb.
The tombstone was engraved with two names: Liu Li, Zhang Cui’Er.
Wei Wan trembled all over, her eyes reddened, but tears just wouldn’t fall, and she couldn’t even utter the words "Dad, Mom."
She was sold by her biological parents.
Just for two Spirit Stones.
With parents like that, how could she call them "Dad, Mom"?
Ironically, after being bought by that cruel adoptive father, she suffered all kinds of abuse, yet became a Fairy of Zhenyang Sect, using far more resources daily than just two Spirit Stones.
So she didn’t know whether her biological parents were right or wrong to sell her.
Was her adoptive father really wronging her?
Is my life right or wrong?
What value do I have?
Wei Wan felt extremely lost, just staring dumbly at that tomb, becoming absent-minded.
"Ling’Er, what’s going on here?"
Xu Caihe and Zhou Ling’Er stood behind her, seeing that Senior Sister Wei’s expression was off, couldn’t help but softly ask.
Zhou Ling’Er thought for a long time, and said fearfully, "Could that child who was sold be..."
Xu Caihe was also shocked, looking at Wei Wan in astonishment, "No way..."
Su Xin had already guessed the truth of the matter, gently pressing Wei Wan’s shoulder, and softly said:
"Junior Sister Wei, you still have us who are your fellow students."
Wei Wan lowered her head, unable to speak.
To Su Xin, she is a junior sister.
But she knew it was all fake.
She infiltrated Zhenyang Sect on her adoptive father’s orders.
Her true identity is the sister of Mo Sha, the Young Master of Spirit Corpse Mountain.
No, Mo Sha once said she wasn’t worthy of being his sister.
She was just his dog.
If Su Xin knew her real identity, would she still say such things?
Wei Wan closed her eyes.
Turns out I’m nothing.
My whole life has just been meaningless nothingness.
Forget it, when I return to Zhenyang Sect, I’ll give this life back to Xiaowu...
Knowing the inside story, Qin Gengyun and others were also a bit emotional, Liu Su couldn’t help but send a voice transmission to Qiu Zhihe:
"Saintess, this Wei Wan is quite pitiable too."
Qiu Zhihe remained expressionless, sending back a voice transmission indifferently, "There are so many pitiable people in the world, she is already considered fortunate."
Mo Xiaolan suddenly stepped forward, holding Wei Wan’s hand, gently saying:
"Senior Sister Wei, actually I’m just like you, I watched my own parents killed by a Demonic Beast, you don’t have much entanglement with your parents, and don’t have to face the grief of their departure, it’s not necessarily a bad thing."
Hearing her words, Wei Wan’s expression eased slightly, she said gratefully:
"Thank you."
Mo Xiaolan smiled, "We share the same trouble, there’s no need to say thanks?"
The two exchanged a smile, Xu Caihe and Zhou Ling’Er were already stunned.
"Junior Brother Lan actually held Senior Sister Wei’s hand??"
"Isn’t Junior Brother Lan paired with Wu Yiren? What does this mean?"
"Oh my! I’m about to explode!"
Wei Wan finally took one last look at the tomb, deciding to leave.
Since her biological parents had already abandoned her, there was no need for her to mourn them.
Liu Zhen stood quietly aside, seeing everyone preparing to leave, quickly stepped forward and said:
"Everyone, tonight happens to be our village’s Holy Sacrifice Festival, why not stay and celebrate with us?"
"Holy Sacrifice Festival? What kind of festival is that?"
Liu Su asked curiously.
Liu Zhen smiled, "It’s a custom in our village, since who knows how long ago, every Holy Sacrifice Festival, we kill pigs and sheep to worship the spirits and pray for a good year ahead."
"If we have visitors from afar during the Holy Sacrifice Festival, we must invite them to participate, or else the spirits will blame us for being too indifferent, and the next year may not go well."
Zhou Ling’Er found it interesting, "First time hearing about such a custom?"
Liu Su was already drooling, "Will there be delicious food tonight?"
Liu Zhen laughed, "Guests, rest assured, our Wind Bell Village may not have much else, but we’re especially good at cooking wild game, tonight you’ll definitely taste lots of mountain delicacies!"
"Wow! That’s great, Miss, can we stay?"
Liu Su clung to Qiu Zhihe’s arm pleadingly, while Qin Gengyun looked at Wei Wan.
After all, this was her biological parents’ residence.
Wei Wan forced a smile, "Thank you all for coming here with me, I’ll follow your lead."
Su Xin suddenly winked at Qin Gengyun, "Then let’s stay for a night."
Qin Gengyun understood, smiled at Liu Zhen, "Since Younger Brother Liu is so hospitable, we shall intrude."
"Haha, how could it be an intrusion, we’re delighted! Let’s go, back to the village!"
Liu Zhen led everyone back to the village, and indeed as he said, the whole village was out, slaughtering pigs and sheep, preparing all sorts of food.
Liu Su’s eyes were dazzled, "Wow, so much food!"
Some villagers enthusiastically invited them to sit in the center of the village, serving dish after dish of wild mountain delicacies.
Liu Su, Xu Caihe, Zhou Ling’Er, and Su Hongling ate to their hearts’ content, praising the flavors.
Wei Wan sat silently with her head lowered, not speaking.
Su Xin suddenly transmitted to Qin Gengyun, "Taoist Friend Qin, did you notice?"
Qin Gengyun transmitted back, "What did Senior Sister Suxin notice?"
Su Xin looked around, slowly said, "There isn’t a single young woman in this village."
The sky gradually turned dark.
Villagers lit a bonfire, laid long tables around it, and Liu Dashu walked to the center, loudly saying:
"Dear neighbors, this year is another fruitful year, and it’s the night of the Holy Sacrifice, let’s eat and drink well!"
The villagers responded with a roar, raising their glasses and drinking in one gulp, the scene lively and joyful.
Liu Dashu also downed a cup, refilled it with wine, and faced Qin Gengyun and others:
"Today, coincidentally with the honored guests visiting, we add splendor to the Holy Sacrifice Festival, let’s all toast to our guests!"
"Good!"
"To the guests!"
The villagers all raised their glasses, among them were young men, elderly men and women, but not a single young woman, not even a little girl.
Liu Su was the first to raise her glass, still chewing the freshly roasted wild boar, laughing heartily:
"Good good good, cheers!"
The others also raised their glasses, drinking in one go.
Then continuously villagers came to toast, everyone accepted, hosts and guests enjoyed themselves immensely for a while.
After who knows how long, Liu Su’s cheeks were flushed, she drowsily said:
"This wine is delicious, but too intoxicating, right Miss and Sir, huh, why did you fall first?"
Liu Su turned around, and not only Qin Gengyun and Qiu Zhihe, but also Mo Xiaolan, Xu Caihe, Zhou Ling’Er, Wei Wan, Su Xin, even Su Hongling were lying on the table, unconscious.
Bang.
Liu Su also collapsed.
The lively and joyful atmosphere stopped instantly.
The villagers quietly watched those who had fallen down, Liu Dashu slowly approached, calling softly:
"Guests, guests?"
No one responded.
Liu Dashu raised his head, the flames reflected on his face, a slanted scar like a hideous centipede.
"Alright, this year’s sacrifices are enough."