RPAGF Chapter 444: The Boss's Rage
Chapter 444: The Boss's Rage
In other words... "Stop it, Xiaoguang, it's already this late and you're still joking." She thought Xiaoguang had set up a layer of consciousness assimilation hypnosis on himself, so she called out softly, trying to remove the hypnosis.
Soon, Xiaoguang's eyes became clear, but there was also a hint of cunning in his eyes. He retracted his hands hidden under his sleeves slightly, and the few strands of silver threads as thin as hair on his fingertips disappeared into his sleeves.
He laughed heartily and changed the subject directly. He had heard from the young man present, whose breathing had first gradually become steady, that Su Mohui and the others were now on the edge of the Sui Ming Kingdom.
One hundred and eight thousand miles away from where they were, there was a sacred tree that could reach the sky and communicate with the gods. At the same time, there was a man who looked a little like Suiren, living near the sacred tree.
When Su Mohui found that her "companions" began to speak words that she could not understand, the natives spoke like a hieroglyphic book, with some saying "Ulla" and others saying "Ah-囧", leaving her confused.
However, she quickly activated her language proficiency. Instantly, those obscure words seemed to be deciphered and became clear and understandable. Through in-depth conversations with the natives, she learned many secrets about the Sui Ming Kingdom.
Throughout the ages of this continent, the fate of the Sui Ming Kingdom has been shrouded in a mysterious power, as if quietly controlled by an invisible hand. Legend has it that in the heart of the Sui Ming Kingdom stands a towering sacred tree, rooted in this ancient land, its lush branches and leaves seemingly reaching through the sky.
This sacred tree, carrying countless legends and hopes, is considered the key to destiny. It is said to possess the miraculous power to change the world, capable of reversing the fate of the Sui Ming Kingdom, turning decline into prosperity and ushering in a turnaround.
Once upon a time, wave after wave of people came to the sacred tree with full of piety, talking with the gods in the swaying shadows of the tree and expressing their wishes for the world.
But since when, everything has quietly changed. In recent years, with each turn of spring and autumn, the sacred tree has quietly grown a few more yellow leaves, like the vicissitudes of life left on it.
The sacred tree, once a bridge between heaven and earth, connecting humanity and gods, has gradually lost its former glory. The miracle of dialogue with the gods has now become a distant legend. Those who seek to recreate the former splendor gaze in vain beneath the sacred tree, only to find endless silence and disappointment.
Just at this moment, a clear cry came from the mountains. The sound was ethereal and long, as if conveying some mysterious signal.
Upon hearing this, the indigenous people exchanged a quick glance, their eyes seemingly empathetic. Then, with friendly smiles, they greeted Su Mohui and Xiaoguang before hurriedly turning and leaving, their figures quickly disappearing into the forest.
After the indigenous people disappeared, Xiaoguang and Su Mohui followed their directions and strode eastward. They followed the winding mountain road, pushing aside the overgrown weeds, their steps firm and powerful, their hearts filled with anticipation and a desire to explore the unknown ahead.
.......
Just after three quarters past the hour of Si, Su Mohui, carrying a medicine basket woven from green vines, bent down to pick up another herb, her dark skirt sweeping across the ferns as tall as her thighs. As she looked up at the looming towering tree in the distance, no one noticed that Su Mohui's red and gold waist pendant suddenly glowed.
"Sister, be careful—"
Xiaoguang exclaimed from behind, and then three bone arrows came flying through the air.
Su Mohui dodged and prepared to make a hand gesture to defend against the enemy, but she saw that Xiaoguang's clothes had turned dark green at some point, and the beautiful wide sleeves fluttered, and three bronze coins flew out quickly from them and then accurately shot down the arrow.
When he turned around, the silver bells tied by Ji Lingguang at the end of his hair rang softly. His smile was as pure as morning dew rolling over new lotus leaves: "These brothers said they wanted to teach outsiders the rules."
There was a moment of silence in the air, but soon, five young men in animal skins emerged from the bushes. The leader had an indigo totem painted on his face. Cricket cages hung around their waists, and from within came the harsh sound of metal scraping.
Those are iron-jawed insects specially bred to bite invaders. When they occasionally encounter large beasts, these insects will quickly shrink, burrow into the ears and noses of the beasts, and erode from the inside out.
"The Holy Tree does not welcome..." The strong man only said half of his words, but his voice stopped abruptly.
Xiaoguang had somehow circled behind him, the silver threads wrapped around her fingertips gleaming like pearls in the sunlight. A glint of green shone in his eyes, and he tilted his head and chuckled softly, whispering in the burly man's ear, "This big brother's spine is so beautiful, like a jade abacus."
Just as Su Mohui was about to speak, she heard the arrogant chirping of the crickets turn into frightened squeaking, and the poisonous insects in the cage were banging against the iron bars frantically.
She saw that Xiaoguang's hair had quietly faded to snow-white at the ends, and her brows slightly frowned, "Xiaoguang, don't be rude..." Before she finished speaking, Xiaoguang came back to her like a nimble little deer, skipping and jumping.
Meanwhile, the bamboo leaves embroidered on Xiaoguang's sleeves were so green they were almost black, exuding a strange, almost eerie quality. Was this... the bossy state of his godlike deity?
Su Mohui pursed her lips subconsciously. She clearly remembered that in the original game settings, once the Puppet King entered a rampage state, his clothes, which were mostly green, would turn into a black and white waisted robe, and the bamboo patterns on the clothes would also turn blue-black. The puppet that was embroidered with its eyes closed would also slowly open its eyes at that time.
"That big brother just now said there's a young man who looks like Suiren at the altar of the sacred tree." Xiaoguang reached out and tugged at the corner of her sleeve, his crisp voice interrupting her thoughts. Sunlight shone on Xiaoguang's face, and his amber pupils reflected tiny golden glints. He continued, "But sister, you have to be quick. They say the sacred tree will shed tears of blood at three quarters past noon."
Seeing those people's expressions gradually return to normal, Su Mohui's heart, which had been hanging in the air, quietly settled down, and she unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief. She looked at Xiaoguang and said in a long-winded way, "Don't do this next time. It's too risky." Even so, she knew in her heart that Xiaoguang's actions were only to protect her.
Upon hearing this, Xiaoguang's expression faltered slightly, and the power emanating from his body quickly receded like the tide, silently disappearing into thin air. Then, as if by magic, he pulled out a ginseng from his sleeve.
The ginseng had thick roots and clear veins. It was unclear when he'd found the time to pick it. Xiaoguang gently placed the ginseng into Su Mohui's medicine basket, a pure smile returning to his face. Then, naturally, he walked side by side with Su Mohui towards the sacred tree.
But as Su Mohui and Xiaoguang pressed closer to the holy tree, the air around them became increasingly sticky, and it seemed that every breath required effort, as if they were trapped in an invisible quagmire.