HBWnovel Chapter 312 I Don't See the Abyss 1
Chapter 312 I Don't See the Abyss 1
Under the cold, eerie moonlight.
The streets of Zhangcheng South District were unusually quiet, as if no one was alive. Occasionally, a trembling shadow would appear, but if you rubbed your eyes and looked carefully, you would find that there was nothing on the road.
Jiang Ping tore off the hardened blue-ringed black slug on his clothes.
He swung it backward.
Yo ho.
The five-colored, long-tailed, big-winged fighting chicken opened its beak, happily accepting this delicious midnight snack. Perhaps the slugs had become chewier, because the smacking sound of the chicken eating completely destroyed the eerie atmosphere under the light mist.
"Oh~ my little treasure~ my little baby~ don't be angry with Tongzi~ Tongzi didn't mean to peck your forehead~"
Gnawing on one worm wasn't enough.
The fighting chicken followed its companion with small, quick steps.
A chattering, mature female voice came from the chicken's beak.
"It's all because of the appearance given by the Quick Transmigration Bureau~ It made the system unable to control its fighting chicken instincts~ That big, fat, purplish-black worm is just too delicious~"
"Why don't you go and file a complaint?"
"..."
Jiang Ping blushed when he heard the words "Little Treasure Bottle".
The original owner's name was Wang Baoping. She was over fifty years old, had no children, and her still-living parents, Wang Qingguo and Bao Yuan, always called her Little Baoping.
A while ago.
The world has suddenly undergone a subtle change.
Some people are highly spiritual and see unusual aspects of this world, such as the distorted appearances of natural landscapes, flowers, birds, insects, and houses and streets as they first emerge...
The original owner's spirituality was still acceptable.
But as he gets older, his eyesight isn't very good.
She was playing mahjong late at night when she went home and accidentally stepped into a hole. She was terrified by the damp soil and tangled branches in the green belt.
After death, find out about the development of the small world in the system space.
The original owner decisively entrusted the tasker to take care of his parents in their old age and see them off in their final days.
When Wang Baoping transmigrated.
The original owner's body was squeezed out of the ground by the soil, and tree branches hung the person up, with the body and head hanging low, swaying in the wind.
It looks like someone's clothes are hanging on a tree.
It has absolutely nothing in common with the original owner who was stuck in the system space, diligently playing mahjong.
But the original owner was secretly pleased!
Oh my god! Oh my god! Your daughter is so filial! She's found you a capable man to take care of you in your old age and see you off in your final days!
Wang Baoping sensed the original owner's inner thoughts.
My foot slipped.
I stepped on and crushed a few grayish-white eyeballs in the mud. The unidentified fetal-like substance inside the eyeballs burst open, looking sticky and gooey, a bit like vomit, and a bit like the discolored skin of someone's overcooked fatty meat.
Tongzi also felt that this world was a bit too cruel to her.
The banyan tree couldn't bear to see its little friend back down at the last minute, so it provoked it several times with its twigs before finally getting it to come out and become a charming long-tailed, big-winged fighting chicken.
Not to mention that chickens are immune to all poisons.
Its fighting rooster's eyes, shining like flames of justice in the night, would unconsciously attract anyone who saw them.
...
Wang Baoping's journey home was not long.
Before she left, she crushed the visible eyeballs in the green belt, picked all the head-shaped fruits from the branches, and then left with a body full of newly hatched blue-ringed slugs.
The roots of the banyan sapling had crept into the flowerbed that had terrified its original owner.
It slowly strangled the plants and insects in this green belt, their fate unknown. A group of branches were also observing the abnormal growth of the plants.
It'll probably be when Wang Baoping gets home.
The sapling can then mimic the shape of the tree.
Seeing the dim light at the entrance of the Wang family's house, Wang Baoping turned around, picked up the big fat chicken, and took out a bunch of old keys from her purse to open the iron gate.
The instant the door opened.
The street returned to its original state, and the scene that had terrified the original owner vanished without a trace.
After a quick wash,
Wang Baoping slept peacefully on the original owner's bed.
The big fat chicken deactivated its battle form and transformed back into a cute little yellow chicken. It crawled into Wang Baoping's bed and gave itself a hibernation command.
With the little yellow chick by her side, Wang Baoping followed the original owner's habits and slept until noon.
Bao Yuan rang the doorbell three times.
I made five calls to the room's landline.
He finally woke up his daughter, who was sleeping like a log in bed, to eat.
"Mom, is something wrong? Oh dear, if you ask me, don't wait for me to eat. I'm so old, I can cook for myself!"
"Oh, if I don't wait for you, you'll just order takeout and eat instant noodles every day. Do you even know how much your meager retirement pension is worth?"
Wang Qingguo spoke up while his wife was talking.
"Little Bao Ping...what time did you play cards until yesterday? Why do I see mud on your clothes?"
"No, old man. Can you please not interrupt when I'm talking to my daughter? I'm talking about dinner. You've changed the subject again. You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?"
"I...I didn't, I really didn't."
...
The little yellow chick struggled to poke out its fluffy little head.
She discovered that no one in the house was paying attention to her.
Are we going to take the initiative again?
In the nest where Wang Baoping's fluffy purple hair was coiled, the little chicks squawked out, finally attracting the attention of the elderly couple who were almost at odds.
Bao Yuan is a kind-hearted old lady.
The old man held Wang Baoping firmly with his strong arms and legs, afraid that his careless daughter might move and cause the chicks to fall.
"Little Bao Ping, squat down slowly."
Wang Qingguo was very perceptive and brought out a hand-woven basket that his daughter had bought from a roadside vendor.
"Come, come, put the baby chicks in the treasure vase basket."
Wang Baoping then began to feign concern, feeling sorry for the elaborate updo she had painstakingly created.
"Mom, watch out for my hair~ I got it done at the hair salon next door a few days ago~"
Despite her advanced age, the original owner of this body was quite skilled at charming her parents.
Bao Yuan tiptoed, picked up the chick, and turned around.
He resolutely ignored his youngest daughter's grumbling.
My daughter's taste is so bad, I don't know who she got it from. She's always getting her eyebrows embroidered or her lips tattooed, and she always has to get an eye-catching hairstyle.
No wonder he can't save any money.
"Take my salary card to the hair salon, but you're not allowed to get this kind of updo done again."
Wang Qingguo liked to sit between the mother and daughter and say something.
Regardless of whether it's appropriate or not.
I don't care whether my daughter likes to listen or not.
Wang Baoping nodded in agreement, then spread her hands, gesturing for the old man to bring her his salary card.
"hiss."
Wang Qingguo never expected his daughter would actually want it.
"I can give you the money, but the hair..."
Wang Baoping rotated her head to show off her eye-catching hairstyle.
"I'll definitely replace it, but you'll have to pay more."
"okay..."
Fearing that the man might change his mind, Wang Qingguo pulled out a cloth bag from under his pillow and took out eight hundred yuan.
"Go today, and the rest will be your food money for this month."
Wang Baoping: Is it really necessary to be in such a hurry?
After seeing the little debt collector off, Wang Qingguo touched the cash in the bag and guessed that his daughter was probably short of money, otherwise she wouldn't have agreed to change her hairstyle.
Why am I suddenly feeling sorry for myself?