Chapter 173 Code Words and the Return Trip
Chapter 173 Code Words and the Return Trip
"Run! Get out of here! Don't sleep!"
The sudden disaster instantly roused the residents of Aru Village from their slumber. The cacophony of shouts and hurried footsteps mingled together, turning the once peaceful village into chaos.
The ground trembled more and more violently, and the constantly shaking houses looked like building blocks about to topple over, appearing extremely precarious.
"Oh dear, my rose!"
A beam supporting the roof crashed to the ground, striking a pot of Sumeru roses that were already showing signs of blooming, and the flowerpot shattered with a crisp cracking sound.
Little Saiba let out a mournful cry of frustration, turning back reluctantly to look at the potted plant that had been smashed to pieces by the wooden beam.
Why do strange accidents always happen when the roses are about to bloom?
However, Mu Feng, who arrived just in time, grabbed the little girl by the back of the neck and casually tossed her into the arms of Candice, who was following closely behind.
"Candice, how is it?"
Mu Feng made a frame shape with his hand, and the plan was activated instantly, throwing several large pieces of broken glass and brick fragments falling from the air toward an empty open space.
The earth's ley lines are becoming increasingly active, and they don't have much time left.
The girl comforted the terrified little Sabara by pulling her into her arms, then used her round shield in her left hand to deflect the rubble before quickly climbing to a nearby high ground to look out over the distant village.
"The other two directions have not been evacuated yet, but according to our progress, it will take no more than a minute."
Candice answered in a low voice, but fortunately, she didn't seem to have to wait too long.
Soon, torchlight appeared in the distance from the east and west, signaling to them that the evacuation was complete, as Dixia and Farusan, who were in charge of dispersing the residents.
"Candice, step back a little."
The girl was a little confused, but noticing the serious expression on Mu Feng's face, she cautiously pulled the curious Xiao Saiba behind a sand dune not far away.
Although they may seem unreliable most of the time, they turn out to be surprisingly dependable when it matters most.
The future guardian of Aru Village has once again redefined our understanding of someone.
After repeatedly confirming that the crowd had dispersed, Mu Feng calmed himself down and gently gripped the Eye of the Grass God at his waist.
That place contains the elemental power that Nasita gave him for self-defense before he left.
The rich grass elemental energy surged, almost materializing; though not much, it was enough to calm the disordered ley lines.
The next moment, the darkness was illuminated by a dazzling divine light.
Emerald green light shone from the dilapidated house, surging with the unique life force of the grass element, spreading in all directions of Aru Village.
Along the way, withered vegetation instantly burst forth with boundless vitality, and vines entwined around nearly collapsed houses, replacing fallen beams and supporting the outline of the roofs.
The restless earth veins are calming down, and in the soft light like the sea, they are gradually falling into a deep sleep.
"A miracle...another miracle..."
Village Chief Uncle Anpu stood on the sand dunes to the west of the village, watching intently as the dazzling green light burst forth amidst the ruins, muttering to himself.
He remembered the history his father, the former village chief of Aru Village, had told him before he died.
That period of history has been forgotten in the yellow sand.
In that dark calamity, it was the rainforest lord, whom the desert had always regarded as a traitor, who extended a helping hand and gathered the last orphans in a small village, allowing them to survive.
That village used to be called Aru Village, and it is still called Aru Village now.
The only difference is that the figure of that benevolent and noble king, and the gentle, grass-green light that shone in the darkness, have long been forgotten by the descendants of the survivors.
As the village chiefs of Aru Village, they have passed down this memory through generations and are also the last servants of this little-known epic.
When you overruled objections to accept that group of mad scholars from the rainforest, did you also feel a sense of guilt and remorse?
Uncle Anpu didn't know, but when the soft light of the grass and trees once again shone in the darkness, and when the wind direction in the desert changed because of an inscription, he knew that the time had come.
Yes, it's time to bring that story back to light.
It has been waiting for far too long.
In the silence, a joyful shout suddenly rang out from little Saiba.
"Hey! Look! What a huge Mount Sumeru rose!"
……
The next day, at the entrance of Aru Village.
"signal."
Standing beneath the statue of the Seven Gods at the village entrance, Mu Feng looked at the disciplinary officer in front of him, who was leading a group of disciplinary officers and had a serious expression on his face, and helplessly put one hand to his forehead.
Clinging to a sliver of hope, and with a sense of wishful thinking, he tentatively inquired:
Can we skip this step?
Seno's expression suddenly turned serious, and his hand secretly touched the Crimson Sand Staff on his back.
"This is a matter of great importance, and in order to ensure the safety of the investigation, it is necessary to verify the identity."
"Now answer my question: what in the desert never lies?"
Mu Feng took a deep breath, then looked at the puzzled Farusan, Dixia, and Candice behind him, and his face immediately adopted a look of resignation.
"It is the Red Thought Fruit."
Seno nodded almost imperceptibly, his expression softening slightly, and then asked:
"Why? Please give your reasons."
Despite the nausea and vomiting in his stomach, Mu Feng continued to answer weakly.
"Because the petals of the Red-flowered Fruit only have five, it's impossible for it to have 'seven' petals."
Why do the bass in the lake never lie?
"Because they never eat salt."
After the conversation ended, Seno patted Mu Feng's shoulder, which was covered with a thick layer of frost, with satisfaction.
He knew it; the codes he created, Seno, were quite effective. Apart from his friends, there wasn't another person in the entire Sumeru region with a sense of humor like him.
"Identity confirmed. The rest of the search of Vitality House is now in our hands."
Mu Feng turned back resentfully and glared at the three girls who were covering their mouths and snickering, feeling utterly helpless.
As expected, those who tell lame jokes eventually have to pay the price.
As the rustling sound of horses' hooves on the sand drew closer, the three waved goodbye to Candice and then boarded the carriage back to Sumeru City.
"Alright, Senior Farusan, Dixia, and Mr. Divine Messenger, I wish you a safe journey."
Candice smiled and waved. Thanks to the timely pacification of the ley lines, the damage to Aru Village was not severe, and it only needed simple repairs to restore its former prosperity.
only……
Someone who was forcibly given the title of Little Lucky Grass King's Messenger didn't seem to be having such a good time.
"What I'm saying is, can we please not use that title?"
Mu Feng's lips twitched. If this continued, all his disguises would be exposed.
Who remembers that he was supposed to be the CEO of the God-Making Project and the Opposition to the Grass God Project?
"What, senior? I think it's pretty good."
Farusan crossed her arms and joked, "Actually, the 100-year-old sweet girl Farusan harbors quite a bit of resentment towards someone for keeping such an important matter from her."
Hmph, if they dare to conceal information today, they'll dare to become traitors tomorrow. Such unhealthy practices must be curbed!
Mu Feng was speechless, so he turned his malicious gaze to Dixia, who was hiding in the back seat of the carriage and laughing.
"Little Dixia, you stepped onto the carriage with your left foot first, right?"
"We're out of date and honey for today."
"Eh?!!"
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P.S.: Happy Birthday, Laila!
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