Guide to the Empress becoming a God

Chapter 848

The night wind whistled and blew the young man's thin clothes, and he whimpered like a ghost crying across the pitch-black void. There was no soft and soft call.

On the opposite side of the big skeleton, there was a faint scarlet and coquettish light in the hollow eye sockets, flickering and flickering.

In those empty and weird eye sockets, there was also no human fireworks that Chen Zhen saw.

The huge skeleton opened its big black mouth, just waiting quietly for Chen Zhen to walk in step by step...

But in Chen Zhen's consciousness, the gentle and soft voice was clearer than ever: "Come on, child, you are finally going home..."

The Master's eager voice sounded behind Chen Zhen, farther and farther away from the child who was walking towards the skeleton step by step, and was swept into the desolate wildness by the strong wind, and finally disappeared

Just when Chen Zhen was almost in front of the huge skeleton, his figure was completely engulfed by the shadow of the skeleton.

"Zheng-"

Suddenly, there was a clanging sound in the air.

Chen Zhen suddenly stopped in his tracks as if he was being pulled hard by something.

"Zheng-"

It was the same piano sound again.

The warm and soft words in his mind were instantly shattered by the sound of the piano, and Chen Zhen's black pupils, which had shrunk to only the size of pinpricks, suddenly recovered a little.

Lifting his chin stiffly, Chen Zhen seemed to want to find the direction of the piano sound.

"Zheng-"

The piano sounded again.

Chen Zhen's narrowed pupils suddenly opened, and it seemed that something in his consciousness was smashed to pieces with a "pop!".

Then, Chen Zhen saw a huge and ferocious skeleton close at hand.

"Zheng-"

The sound of the piano was sonorous and resolute, wrapped in a clear aura of killing, and came from the top of the head with a strong coercion.

In Chen Zhen's gaze of mixed horror and astonishment, the huge skeleton in front of him was shaken by the sound of the zither like the rain, and finally completely shattered.

……

wake up.

Chen Zhen opened his eyes suddenly, the sonorous sound of the piano with a murderous temperament, and the shocking moment when the huge skeleton was smashed into powder are still vivid in his mind, as if he was still trapped in a dream.

But the real scene in front of him has become familiar, dusty little blue tiles, old wooden beams...

"call……"

Chen Zhen gasped heavily and let out a mouthful of turbid air in his chest, propped up on the plank bed and sat up.

"Crash..."

The soft sound of pages turning could be heard next to his ears, Chen Zhen looked sideways, and it was already bright outside the window.

The wooden window was half open, spread out on the table, and the pages of the "Book of Rites" that I read last night were slowly turned by the wind.

The refreshing wind blew into the room, and Chen Zhen felt his forehead was a little cold. He raised his head and wiped it, and felt a layer of cold sweat on his palm.

I was frightened by the dream last night.

Chen Zhen sighed: "Fortunately, it's just a dream."

After getting up and straightening his clothes, Chen Zhen walked to the door as usual.

The wooden barrel behind the door has been filled with clear water, which was prepared by his mother when she got up early every day to make snacks.

Chen Zhen picked up the wooden bucket, poured the clean water inside into the washbasin on the wooden stand, and wrung a cool wet handkerchief to cover his face.

On the towel was the fresh and clear smell of well water in the morning. The horror in the dream last night was swept away by this comfortable vapor, and the boy's eyes returned to their usual clarity and calmness.

It's just that when doing these familiar things today, Chen Zhen's movements were a little slower than usual, and his energy was not as active as usual.

Last night's dream had a big impact on him.

Although it was a dream, every time he had this dream, he felt as real as if he had experienced the dream himself.

He even remembered many details of the dream after waking up, or that feeling was his real experience.

Especially last night, he remembered what he saw in the big skull, the warm candlelight, the familiar smoke...

Why does the town of Huntun appear in the big skull?

"Chen Zhen! You haven't gotten up yet, boy? The sun is drying your ass|butt, and you can't afford it. On weekdays, the old man taught you the sages and theories, and you have read them into the dog's stomach..."

There was a sudden burst of rude shouting and cursing from outside the courtyard, instantly pulling Chen Zhen back from the weird dream memories of last night.

Before he had time to welcome him out, the door was kicked open from the outside with a loud "bang!"

A thin, withered old man, with a pinch of the same dry and gray goatee, rushed in angrily.

The old man was at most about 1.5 meters in stature, and was born thin but had a particularly loud voice.

Rushing into the room, the old man caught sight of Chen Zhen who was washing his face standing next to the washbasin stand, and he let out a sigh of relief with an expressionless expression.

The next second, he rushed forward with a brisk step. The old man was thin and his hands were fast. Chen Zhen was still standing there without responding, but the old man had already stretched out his hand.

Chen Zhen's brain was buzzing from being yelled at, and before he had time to explain, a finger that looked like a stick of dry wood grabbed his ear, and then he twisted it hard.

Chen Zhen grinned in pain: "Master, the students didn't wake up late on purpose, Master is merciful...It hurts, it hurts, hiss..."

The old man ignored Chen Zhen's begging for mercy at all, and pulled the child out of the door with his ear up, and scolded while pulling: "You little brat, you are lazy on the bed every day, don't know how to work hard, and the master wants to wake you up every day."

"Now that you are getting better and better, Master, my cloud board can't wake you up, can you? People read books and don't realize that spring is deep, and an inch of time is an inch of gold. You are a good son, and you can't afford it. Time is like you toilet paper……"

Yanyan was buying steamed buns in front of the door when she heard the sentence "Time is like straw paper to you..."

She couldn't help grinning.

Whose old man, the words used to train the children are quite creative.

Then she saw a little old man with a goatee, pulling Chen Zhen by the ear, coming out of the backyard of Chen's bun shop.

The old man didn't care when he saw someone in front of the door, and he still grabbed Chen Zhen's ear, as if he didn't see Chen Zhen's mother standing in front of the shop door, twisting Chen Zhen's ear and went to the opposite private school.

Looking at the old man's posture... Yan Yanguang was in pain for Chen Zhen.

Watching the old and the young enter the thatched hut across the street, Yan Yan couldn't help asking Chen Zhen's mother: "Is this the drunk and unconscious master who let Chen Zhen skip class and listen to books?"

The lady of the Chen family handed the wrapped steaming buns to Yan Yan, and smiled and gestured to her.

The lady of the Chen family pointed to the opposite side with one hand, and gave a thumbs up with the other hand.

Her hand gestures were simple and neat, and Yan Yan understood it at a glance.

Mrs. Chen said: "This master is a good master."

Yanyan smiled, but didn't say anything.

The masters in the world of mountains and seas are a bit like the masters in Shenhua's feudal era, and the division of respect is heaven, earth, monarch, relative, and teacher.

Teachers are great.

A master beats a student, which is called corporal punishment on earth, but it is commonplace in this world, and it is more frequent than the father who beats his son.

Yan Yan didn't pay much attention, took the buns and exchanged greetings with Mrs. Chen, walked along the long street while eating.

When she passed the thatched hut, she suddenly heard Chen Zhen's voice anxiously defending from the open door of the thatched hut: "Master's cloud board can't wake up the students. The students were woken up by the sound of the piano this morning."

(End of this chapter)