Chapter 615: In Darkness, With Hearts Toward the Light
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The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, the roof began to leak, and one drop landed right on Qin Sang's shoulder.
The mute woman hurriedly stretched out her hand, shielding Qin Sang above. She helped him move a bit and then took a piece of wood from the fireplace and wrote on the ground: "When you first saw me, there was no disgust in your eyes."
Then, the mute woman raised her head and looked at Qin Sang. In the firelight, her eyes were very bright.
Qin Sang looked at the characters written by the mute woman. The handwriting was beautiful. Her grandmother had taught her how to read when she was younger. After her grandmother passed away, she practiced writing in her spare time when she felt lonely, missing her grandmother dearly.
Qin Sang hadn't learned the language and script of this place, but he recognized all the characters. They were the same as those used in Xiao Han Domain!
Apart from that, Qin Sang could easily understand the language used by the indigenous people of Qianhu Zhai. It was just that the accent differed slightly from that of the people in Xiaohan Domain.
Similar to the difference between ancient official language and dialects!
After discovering this, Qin Sang was taken aback.
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Even in a land as small as the previous world, there were thousands of languages. In a boundless world of cultivation, it's impossible for only one language to be used. Could it be that I'm still within the range of the Xiaohan domain and haven't escaped Dongyang Bo's control
Qin Sang, who had originally relaxed a little, immediately became tense again. He instructed Yumu to not see anyone outside the house to prevent news from leaking and increasing the risk of exposure.
I've met him these past few days. I know he's an amputee, along with the mute and that old witch doctor.
The indigenous people of Qianhucun call this place the western frontier.
Qin Sang recalled the land survey map of Xiaohan Domain. He didn't remember any place called Xi Jiang. If it were based on direction, the west of Xiaohan Domain was the territory of the demon cultivators of Tian Yao Qiu. All mortals had been relocated.
The members of the Heavenly Alliance are as united as a single piece of iron and there is no division between them, even in the Western Regions.
Qin Sang had never heard of any place that worshipped witchcraft gods.
However, mortals have limited knowledge and understanding. To truly comprehend the nature of this place, one must seek out cultivators who possess greater insight.
When you first saw me, there was no disgust in your eyes.
Qin Sang sighed in his heart.
Although he didn't directly ask, the time they spent together and the snippets of information he heard from others talking about her had already given him an idea of the mute woman's past.
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The mute girl would turn sixteen in a few days.
As someone from the same village, and her father being the most valiant man in the entire village during his lifetime, skilled in martial arts and renowned far and wide, he was already chosen to succeed as the next village leader.
But all those spacious and bright stilt houses in the village, from their birth, had never been lived in by the mute woman. She had always lived in the thatched hut on the back mountain until now.
The reason for this is the title "Disaster Star".
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When the mute girl was born, her father led a hunting party outside and was attacked by wild beasts, nearly wiping out his entire army. Her mother died three days after giving birth to her, following her husband.
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> Coupled with the birthmark on Yagu's face, her countenance appeared sinister. There were rumors in the village that she was an evil spirit reincarnated, having first killed her parents and would go on to kill everyone in the village, earning her the title of "disaster star." They planned to drown Yagu in the river.
Later, the only remaining relative of the mute girl, her grandmother, who was called "A-Po" in Xījiāng, took the mute girl away from the village and lived on the back mountain, which saved the mute girl.
But misfortune didn't end there. After three years, it was discovered that the mute girl couldn't speak; she was born deaf and mute. In her seventh year, another accident occurred: her grandmother died right before her eyes.
From then on, the title of "disaster star" was firmly tied to the mute's name, and everyone called her the Mute. No one knew her real name.
Although no one has died from being a mute woman in the past decade, the people of Qianhùzhai still refuse to let her return. The mute woman, who was only seven years old, has lived alone in the back mountains ever since.
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It's hard to imagine how a seven-year-old child could possibly persevere.
Luckily, there are no ferocious beasts on the mountain where Qianhutou Village is located. The village arranges manpower day and night to patrol the river below the mountain by boat, and the back mountain is also safe.
Besides, the elders in the village were quite reasonable. Considering the incense they had inherited from the deaf woman's ancestors, they often gave her aid, especially the shaman grandfather, who had some connection with the deaf woman's grandmother, and treated the deaf woman best.
But they dared not anger the crowd and took the mute woman back to the village.
After suffering countless hardships, the mute woman had not a shred of resentment in her heart. Her eyes were so clear and pure.
She did not succumb to negativity in life. She was self-reliant and, from the age of twelve, supported herself through labor and weaving bamboo crafts, refusing charity.
Qin Sang had seen countless people, and he could see that Dumb Girl still harbored a simple and innocent heart, longing for recognition and companionship. Although those girls were verbally abusive toward her, she still hoped to be close to them.
This statement on the ground clearly reveals Mu Guiying's true feelings.
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She saw hope recognized in Qin Sang.
Qin Sang looked at the mute's hopeful and trusting eyes, unable to say anything more.
The mute woman didn't know that although he looked young, he was already a hundred-year-old cultivator. He had seen countless real demons and wouldn't be afraid of a mere birthmark.
Qin Sang was long past the age of judging people by their appearance.
Can any beautiful facade compare to the true forms of Chenyan and Jing Po
No matter how ugly something may be, can it compare to the ugliness of the human heart
In his eyes, the mute woman was more beautiful than all those who were outwardly pretty. Such a good girl deserved to be favored by heaven.
">Everything will be alright!"
Qin Sang said.
The herbs from the mortal world had no effect on his wounds. Qin Sang couldn't bear to refuse the mute woman's kindness, so he drank them all.
After drinking the herbal soup, Ya Gu helped Qin Sang to rest in the inner room. Then she returned and started weaving bamboo articles by firelight. The Wushen Festival was approaching soon, and it was better to make as many as possible.
Through the thin curtains, Qin Sang saw the frail figure of the mute maid busying herself by the hearth.
After a moment, Qin Sang retracted his gaze and closed his eyes in meditation.
After a night of rain, it gradually stopped around the early hours of the morning, with only a soft patter of raindrops left.
At this time, lying in bed, Qin Sang, who seemed to have already fallen asleep, suddenly opened his eyes. A glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes. He thought it would take another two days, but he didn't expect the recovery speed to be faster than he imagined. Now, his consciousness had recovered a little.
"Should be able to barely open the Qianjun Bracelet!"
Qin Sang carefully controlled a sliver of his divine sense, touching the Qianjun Ring, and finally opened it. He quickly took out a few things, and his divine sense was exhausted again.
A sharp pain came from above my head.
Qin Sang endured the pain, groped for a jade bottle, inside was a spirit pill that helped restore one's divine consciousness. He eagerly opened it, took out a few and swallowed them. The pain lessened considerably.
After meditating for an hour, Qin Sang's divine sense recovered a little. He then opened the Corpse Puppet Bag and summoned the transformed Flying Sky Yaksha.
My heart felt truly at ease.
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The flying demon's appearance drastically changed, resembling the most ferocious evil ghost. Its flesh turned black, shimmering with a metallic sheen, like it was forged from black iron, containing terrifying power.
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This is the true flying night demon! dragons rallied and attacked.Qin Sang's heavy punches smashed the way forward, unstoppable like a bamboo forest being swept by a flood.The poison element was frantically being refined within his body...