Star Trace Gate

Chapter 779: Lost Fortune

"Granny? Do you want to drink grandpa or not?"

Ren also slumped on the ground, rolled his eyes, and cursed: "I don't even know where to get you anything after you've dried it, and you still want some liquid to drink? None of the masters in the city have as much to eat as you do."

"The masters in the city don't have lions and tigers, but I do!" The little guy instantly turned into a cute kid, looking cunning and high in emotional intelligence: "People in the village say that once a teacher, a father is always a father. From today on... you are my father who loves me very much."

"...!"

Ren Ye looked at the quirky little devil with a surprised look and said, "You look so familiar to me when you instantly recognize your father."

"Master Chu said, you will become like the people you follow." The little one's big eyes blinked: "If you follow the phoenix, you will always be a beautiful bird. There will never be a black tortoise egg in this pile of turtles and tortoises."

"Your Master Chu is going backwards as time goes by. He even starts to use the child to scold people." Ren Ye shook his head helplessly. He just raised his hand and took out some dry food, a pot of water, and some braised meat from his consciousness space: "With your Madam Tang not here, I really have nowhere to squeeze fresh milk for you. Just have a bite."

"Lion and tiger, I don't pick!!"

The little guy instantly turned into a foodie, holding a pancake in one hand and braised meat in the other, drooling as he ate.

“You look so ugly… I really don’t know what the emperor likes about you.” Ren Ye scolded him, but he still helped him hold the pot of water and advised: “I’ll give it to you, eat slowly…!”

On the grass, the little guy seemed to be here for a picnic. He ate six pancakes, more than a pound of braised meat, and drank two large pots of water. Even Xu Bangzi could hardly compare with his appetite.

However, the little guy's food is not in vain. Whether it is his endurance when traveling, his strength, or his ability to withstand hardships, it is far beyond his peers. This is also the fundamental reason why he can "overpower his peers" in Daze Township and become the king of children.

This kid's physical talent is absolutely unfathomable.

After eating, the little one wiped the corners of his mouth, patted his belly and said, "Lion Tiger, I'm full. We can get going now. Where should we go?"

Ren Ye was sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding two pieces of yellow paper of the same size in his hands, thinking intently.

These two pieces of yellow paper appeared out of thin air in his and Xiaobudian's hands just after Tiandao announced the rules of the mission. They were called "Bronze Coffin Riddles".

On the yellow paper in the left hand, there are four words written - encounter a knife as soon as you open the door.

This is the riddle of the bronze coffin given to the little one by the "familiar" beheaded man. Only by guessing the real answer can the bronze coffin be found, and thus deal with the red tide after nightfall in the illusion of the emperor's tomb.

There was also a sentence written on the yellow paper in the right hand: On the seventh day, my close friend returned to the soul and cried. There is one more person at the door tonight.

This piece of paper was given to Ren Ye by "Menyan". That is to say, if he and Xiaobutian want to survive the red tide tonight safely, they must solve two questions in a row and find two coffins, only then can they be safe.

Damn it... God really did keep his promise. When I travel in this fantasy world of the Emperor's Tomb, no matter what mission I receive, it will be twice as difficult.

He couldn't expect the kid, who wanted to drink Nana as soon as he opened his mouth, to solve the bronze coffin riddle, right?

"Little one's question is not difficult, but what does mine mean?"

Ren Ye looked at the two pieces of yellow paper, his thoughts were both confused and clear, because he had already guessed about the little one's riddle in the first place, but he had no clue about his own one for the time being.

"Lion, you can't be unable to guess a riddle?" The little guy squatted down, his eyes full of disbelief.

Ren also frowned and looked at him: "Can you guess it? Here, then you guess it."

"If I can guess it, then what's the use of having a master?" The little guy scratched his head with an awkward smile and answered perfectly.

"Snapped!"

Ren Ye slapped him on the head, pointed at him and cursed, "I really don't like your language style, I really don't like it!!"

"go!"

He put away the little one's leftover food, then stood up and looked into the distance.

"Lion, where are we going?!" The little guy was thick-skinned and didn't complain after being slapped. He just asked as if nothing had happened.

"Go to a place where there are people, that's where the answer to your riddle should be." Ren Ye frowned and thought for a moment: "If nothing unexpected happens, there should be residual souls evolved from the Heavenly Dao around this place."

"Lion, what is a residual soul?" the little guy asked curiously.

“A remnant soul…a remnant soul is a person who is manipulated by others and has to live his entire life in the script of other people’s experiences.” Ren Ye, who was walking with the little one, replied with a hint of emotion.

After thinking carefully for a long time, the little one nodded slightly and said, "Oh."

Ren was a little surprised by his reaction and asked softly, "Little bastard, don't you feel pity for this remnant soul?"

The little guy blinked his eyes, thought for a long time, and then shook his head and replied: "I don't think so."

"why?"

"Because we are all such people, but no one has ever pitied us." The little one looked up at his master and said innocently, "If I'm hungry, only my stomach knows... In this world, besides my parents, I am the only one who can pity myself."

These words from a five or six-year-old child instantly choked the eloquent Ren Ye to the point of being speechless.

Yes, the supernatural beings felt sorry for the residual souls in the secret realm, but who would pity them? Brother Hong burned his life, but in the end he could not escape the drama written by the Xianlan Sect. He died but his debts were not cleared. This was destined since he was born.

Even I have fallen into the drama of Heaven and the Great Emperor, and am running around for my life.

These words of Little Bit had an impact on his mood at a certain moment. He was actually considering whether he should be a character in the play, a person outside the play, or... the person who could pity himself as Little Bit said, on the road to becoming the Human Emperor.

A big and a small, they walked under the flowing clouds and the scorching sun, passing through lakes and meadows, and in a blink of an eye it was noon.

As Ren Ye moved forward, he always kept a principle, that is, the road ahead must have a water source and a path that has been trodden by people. He firmly believed that the answer to the little one's riddle must be in a place where people live, and the above two principles would guide them to find such a place.

After noon, the little guy with short legs and small body was so tired that he was staggering when walking, but he didn't make a sound.

Ren also turned his head to look at him and asked softly, "How about I carry you for a while? Or let the God Baby carry you for a while?!"

Inside the bronze statue of the ghost in the consciousness space, Shenwa thought to himself: "My dear boss, you are really not worthy of being a human at all! I am just a child!"

Unexpectedly, when the little one heard the master's question, he shook his head stubbornly: "If the master can go, I can go too. I don't want the master's pity, nor do I want to be a burden...!"

"Fuck, you can still make up for what you just said? Do you have any depth of thought?"

"Liger, what the hell does that mean?!"

"Don't ask about social affairs." Ren also waved his hand. When he looked up, he saw a village with about a hundred households emerging under the scorching sun in front of him.

"Damn, after walking for several hours, I finally found it."

Ren Ye looked at the countryside and let out a long sigh: "Go, little bastard, find the answer to your riddle first."

"it is good."

The little guy nodded heavily.

"brush!"

At this moment, the divine child flew out from Ren Ye's brow without any warning, and revealed the park's unique flattering smile, and shouted: "Hello, Dad."

"?!"

Ren was slightly stunned: "Don't you always call me boss?"

"The boss is not as close to me as dad." Shenwa smiled like a flower.

"Vulgar, you've become vulgar!" Ren Ye pointed at him with a trembling hand and ordered, "Quick, go ahead and scout the road to see if there are people in that village, and whether they are all residual souls."

"Okay, father!" The divine child flew away.

The little one wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat envious and jealous: "Master, then... why can that kid fly?"

"brush!"

Ren Ye suddenly turned his head to look at the little guy and said in disbelief: "You...you can see him?!"

"It was so dark and unclear, like a blurry shadow." Little One asked in confusion: "What happened?!"

"???!"

Ren Ye looked at him, feeling very surprised.

Because he had sent the Divine Child to do things in front of the little guy before, but before that... this little bastard had no awareness or perception of the Divine Child. Now that he had entered the Emperor's Tomb, he could capture the other party.

You know, with so many people around him, no one except his beloved concubine can get a glimpse of the appearance of the divine baby.

Could it be that after entering the emperor's tomb, the little guy is undergoing some unknown changes?

Ren was a little confused for a moment.

……

Not long after.

Ren Ye brought a man, a ghost, and two cute kids to the village.

He stood at the entrance of the village, looked up, and saw a plaque supported by four huge wooden pillars. There were two big characters on the plaque - Xing Village.

He glanced at the two large characters written in a flamboyant style, then looked towards the village along the plaque.

On the long street, common people in ordinary cloth clothes were coming and going, some doing business; some women were sitting on small stools, working in front of their homes. In short, the street looked very lively and populous.

Although the village is small, it has everything you need, including a blacksmith shop, a clothing store, a pawnshop, a restaurant, etc.

"Are there only residual souls here?" Ren Ye turned his head and asked the divine child.

"Yes." The divine child nodded obediently.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Ren also responded and walked into the village.

He walked along the long street for about two miles and stopped in front of a small inn.

"My dear brother, I am a stranger and I want to ask you something." Ren Ye smiled, clasped his fists slightly, and then spoke to the waiter who was hitting the bedding with a stick at the door of the inn.

"What's the matter?!" The waiter was probably in his twenties and looked quite smart.

"I'd like to ask, are there any bronze coffins for sale in this village?" Ren Ye tried to ask.

"Hey, bad luck!"

The waiter frowned and waved his hand, saying, "We are all ordinary people. Who can afford a bronze coffin?! Anyway, I don't know...!"

Ren Ye looked at the remnant soul in front of him, and thought about the little copper coffin riddle carefully, and asked tentatively: "Is there anyone with the surname Xing in the village?!"

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then pointed to the plaque at the entrance of the village and said, "Can't you see? The plaque at the entrance of the village says Xing Village! What is Xing Village? It means that most of the people here have the surname Xing, haha."

Ren also heard his words, but he was not angry. He just followed up the conversation again and asked tentatively: "Among the people with the surname Xing, is there anyone who has made a bronze coffin?"

When the waiter heard his words, he froze where he was, showing the unique dullness of a remnant soul.

"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember it!"

The waiter slapped his thigh and said with a smile, "It seems that there is one. I heard a few days ago that our clan leader seemed to have made a bronze coffin and placed it in the clan ancestral hall. How about you go and take a look at his place?!"