Chapter 32: Summon Again
Chapter 32: Summon Again
In the He family mansion.
With a dull thud, a clay pot placed on the windowsill fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.
"Who?!"
The cook holding the plate turned around suddenly and was about to scold, but she didn't see the person who knocked over the pottery jar. Only a pair of black and white wings fluttered out of the window, flew over the eaves, and landed on the plum tree planted by the courtyard wall.
"It turned out to be a magpie..." The cook shook her head helplessly. Since no one had knocked over the pottery jar, there was no one to blame and she could only blame herself for being unlucky.
She put down the wooden plate in her hand and bent down to pick up the broken pieces of pottery jars scattered on the ground. There were many pots of this type in the house, which were usually used to store pickled foods such as bitter bamboo shoots, beans, and pickled vegetables.
One of the dishes at today's wedding banquet was the traditional Hakka dish of pickled cabbage and bitter bamboo shoots fried with cured meat. After dozens of tables were served, empty vegetable cans of all sizes were placed in rows in the kitchen, so it was not surprising that a can was knocked over by wild cats or birds.
What's more, the cook was not that angry. A magpie flying into the wall on the day of the wedding banquet was a good omen anyway.
She swept the pottery shards with a dustpan, straightened her back, and looked at the magpie that had landed on the branch of the plum tree beside the courtyard wall. A smile appeared on her face, which was covered by yellow paper: "A magpie on the branch of the plum tree, Miss Nianjun is really lucky. Why didn't I have such a good omen when I got married?"
No wonder we always quarrel at the head of the bed and make up at the foot of the bed after marriage.
The cook shook her head, turned around and dumped the pottery shards in the dustpan onto the stove. Behind her, she heard the melodious chirping of birds and the fluttering of wings. I guess the magpie has already flown away...
"I don't know where Shunsheng is. He's so busy at the back that he doesn't even come to help..." After cleaning up the broken tiles on the floor, the cook picked up the plates and continued to serve the dishes while muttering.
Not long after she left, a staggering figure slowly stood up from the dense flowers. His body was covered with wounds of varying sizes, some bleeding flesh wounds, and some bruises caused by bumps and collisions. His left shoulder was dislocated, one leg was limping and it was suspected to be fractured, and his mandible was split in half, with only skin and flesh left connecting.
It was the extremely unlucky Ning Zhe.
Ning Zhe wiped the blood off his face, looked up at the magpie standing on the branch of the plum tree, and suddenly smiled.
He raised his lips slightly, and the melodious sound of birdsong came out from his mouth, where several teeth had fallen out.
Nowadays, there are very few city children who can play bird whistles. Fortunately, Ning Zhe is not a city person. He was born and raised in the countryside. He has a genuine rural household registration and he used to herd cattle with his grandfather when he was a child.
I woke up to the sound of birds singing, and the next moment, the bruised and battered boy disappeared, and in his place, another magpie flew onto the branch.
When the cook thought that Ning Zhe, who made the sound of bird singing and flapping wings, was a magpie, he really was one.
Ning Zhe flapped his black and white wings and flew into the sky. He looked to the south and saw a group of servants in white clothes stained with blood walking towards him on the deserted street, beating drums and gongs and playing cheerful suona.
What was being carried in the center of the team was the lotus platform where the snake god was once enshrined.
"Fortunately, we made it..." Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't believe that he would continue to have bad luck while flying in the sky.
The next moment, a small and swift black shadow left the top of the plum tree and flew towards him aggressively.
"Snake God, fuck your mother."
Ning Zhe raised his middle finger. If he had one now.
If there are people with extraordinary talents in the world, then Ning Zhe is the one. Even if he turns into a flying bird, he is much more aggressive than an ordinary magpie. After briefly getting familiar with the vision and body structure of birds, he tilted his body without hesitation, flapped his wings, and fought with the magpie that flew over.
At the cost of having one of his eyes pecked out, Ning Zhe successfully killed the crazy magpie. He landed on the wall of the He family mansion while dripping blood. He tilted his head and watched the approaching team of summoning gods with his one intact eye.
He was not worried about Feng Yushu's safety. Before she truly understood the truth that Ning Zhe pretended to be a ghost and called her using Lin Zhiyuan's phone, and before her wrong perception was corrected, the ghost would never kill her, otherwise the part of her identity that was stolen by Ning Zhe would become irrecoverable forever. Feng Yushu would never die unless she knew the truth.
Ning Zhe stood on the wall, silently watching the bloodstained team carrying the lotus platform approaching the main gate of the He mansion. Each of them had injuries to varying degrees, some had burst abdominal cavities, some were limping, and the leader, who was playing the suona, simply had no head.
It seems that this group of people have been unlucky on the way here, and even the snake god is no exception. Its rotten wooden body was smashed into pieces and the two long horns on its head were broken, but fortunately the head was still intact and the almanac was still hanging on its tongue.
According to the lunar calendar, today's good and bad luck can be vaguely seen:
【Advisable: Killing】
[Avoid: travel, burial, mourning, sacrifice]
The magpie was blind in one eye, and the damaged vision did not allow Ning Zhe to accurately identify the extra words on the almanac at this distance and angle. His chest was throbbing and his heart was beating hard inside:
"It's the most critical moment. Whether we can successfully destroy this world depends on now..."
Ning Zhe flapped his black and white wings and flew under the eaves of the main entrance of the mansion.
As the guys were carrying the heavy wooden lotus platform through the main gate, a magpie nimbly stuck to the edge, avoiding everyone's sight, and landed silently among the broken pieces of the snake god's body.
Ning Zhe folded his wings and quietly crawled into the snake god's wide-open mouth. He curled up his slippery little body deep in his throat and lay motionless, allowing the summoning team to carry the shattered snake god to the front door of the main building of the He mansion.
"The Snake-Goddess-Grandma-is-here-"
Loud shouts and shrill suona sounds echoed above the tables of sumptuous banquet dishes. Music of gongs, drums and stringed instruments followed suit. Beating the rhythmic beat, a blood-soaked servant in white clothes carried the body of the snake god into the lobby of the He residence.
Ning Zhe, who was hiding in the throat of the snake god, didn't know the specific situation outside. He only heard some information from the waiter's shouting that might be useful or useless:
"They call the snake god 'Grandma'?"
“Is the snake god a female god?”
Before Ning Zhe could figure out anything from this information, as the heavy lotus platform was gently lowered in the center of the lobby, loud shouts were heard from all around the main building. The guests at the tables seemed not to notice that the snake god in front of them had been shattered into pieces. Their faces were flushed as they raised their wine glasses towards the lobby and auspicious words came out like a string of cannonballs.
"A toast to the Emperor!"
"Two cups to Hou Tu!"
"Three cups to toast our Snake Goddess, may she live forever!"
After drinking the rice wine and hearing the blessings, Ning Zhe, who was curled up in the snake god's mouth, felt his eyes turn black.
He didn't know how many people were praying to the Snake God at this moment. He just felt that the huge amount of information was like a dump truck loaded with sand, gravel and earth, with the accelerator stepped on to the limit, rushing into his head.
"Fuck me..."
From the torrent of information that gave him a splitting headache, Ning Zhe struggled to extract the first piece of useful information:
"Today is the wedding banquet of He Nianjun, the third daughter of the He family. She is going to marry... [Zhao You]."
Now Ning Zhe already knows that [Zhao You] is the real name of the Snake God.
But isn’t the snake god a female?
(End of this chapter)