Back to the end of the world: Metaphysics bosses hoard supplies for infrastructure construction

Chapter 10
"It's the little girl's fault for causing trouble to you. I'm sorry, and I ask you not to hurt them."

Seeing that Ruan Qingqing was unmoved, Xiaoqiling took a few steps back and saluted Ruan Qingqing gracefully.

The raging black shadows around him gradually became quieter.

Ruan Qingqing looked at the flower pot in her hand in disbelief, and finally gently placed it back on the satin.

As far as she knew, the wave of mutations occurred in foreign countries several months earlier than in the mainland.

She still remembered that in her previous life, she saw the museum being invaded by mutants. The people were outraged and determined to recover local cultural relics.

However, such voices have been shouting for hundreds of years. Due to negotiations with relevant international interests, all cultural relics have not been recovered.

Not to mention the current turbulent end of humanity.

Now the vehicles and food used for escape are more valuable than the cultural relics in hand.

Ruan Qingqing's eyes darkened.

Xiao Qi Ling thought she still didn't believe what he said, so he pointed at the black figures in the room and introduced them one by one: "This is Aunt Tang Sancai, Brother Dakouhu, Sister Butterfly Hosta..."

"They are both weapon spirits like me. They have never done any evil since they transformed into spirits." The little weapon spirit said.

Ruan Qingqing's expression became more solemn as he listened.

It's true that none of them have done anything evil.

But after living for thousands of years, experiencing wars, human epidemics, and losing their home, it is inevitable that they will be contaminated by turbidity.

Even though he has never done any evil, he is still full of hostility like a resentful spirit.

In this way, the feng shui of a place is ruined because of them, which is the least likely to be noticed by others.

As a result, their grievances gradually affected more and more people, repeating themselves over and over again, never to dissipate or die.

Yun Fangchang is one of those affected.

She seemed to understand why Yun Fangchang insisted on keeping the flower pot with him.

"I understand your pain and your eagerness to go home and reunite with your loved ones, but have you ever thought about the impact on yourself? If the person who sent you home dies, who can send you home?"

Ruan Qingqing said solemnly.

Xiao Qiling stared blankly and tightened her skirt.

Among the black weapon spirits around her, there might be some who are older than her, older than her, and some who are younger than her.

They were taken to a strange place together and stayed there for a thousand years. In a foreign country, they kept copying and describing the appearance of their hometowns in each other's mouths, and they had long been in love with each other.

After mutants invaded the museum, the most easily damaged items were porcelain like hers.

It was only because countless seniors and juniors who were preparing for the Divine Death Dao Elimination used their last abilities to protect it that it was able to survive.

There was nothing wrong with her wanting to take them home with her.

Xiao Qi Ling lowered her head, and her skirt was wrinkled by her grip.

The surrounding black shadows also fell silent.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a time.

Ruan Qingqing sighed: "I won't force you to make a choice immediately."

"My friend would rather risk his own life to take you with him in the hope that you can go home. However, the current situation is turbulent and we cannot guarantee that you can be safely handed over to the hands of the state."

If another person dies on the road, they don't know where they will end up.

"Of course, you also choose to stay here. I have a way to temporarily suppress your resentment. But I will never tolerate the trouble I find causing harm to others."

After Ruan Qingqing finished speaking, she breathed a long sigh of relief, wrapped the flower pot and moved it to another room.

Having this thing here is not conducive to Yun Fangchang's recovery.

She also works in the field of Feng Shui. Someone died in her family for nothing, which was unlucky and made her feel very unlucky.

After placing the flowerpot, she placed a few talismans around it to suppress the hostility on the weapon spirit.

Countless black shadows were scurrying around the room again.

The voice screamed more sadly than before.

Facing the repression, they suffered too much.

The peaceful little Qi Ling grabbed Ruan Qingqing's hand: "Is there no other way?"

Ruan Qingqing shook her head sadly.Resentment arises from obsession. If this kind of thing can be purified, the soul will move forward and die again.

Xiaoqi Ling's hands were shaking.

Ruan Qingqing has also used the gentlest techniques to suppress them.

However, the resentment emanating from their bodies was quite heavy, so they would naturally feel pain.

"Hongci, you don't have to embarrass her anymore."

A dark shadow on the flower pot gradually appeared.

A white Buddha statue that was insulted by resentment appeared in front of Ruan Qingqing.

He has no hands and a crack in his neck.

"Han Bai looks like grandpa." Xiao Qi Ling exclaimed when she saw him.

He was originally a pure white Buddha statue. When the mutation wave came, the mutants took it out and smashed the display cabinet. His head was broken and his whole body was smashed to pieces.

"Donor, can you tell us where this is?" The old Buddha statue had a compassionate face and raised the curtain to look at Ruan Qingqing.

"We want to know how far we are from home before we leave."

The old Buddha statue smiled.

Ruan Qingqing was silent, the words she was about to spit out got stuck in her throat.

Xiao Qiling looked at him nervously: "Aren't we talking and going home together?"

"I heard that you have the same language as us." The old Buddha continued without answering the little spirit.

"They say people who speak the same language are family."

The ethereal words are like the sound of wind chimes blown by the breeze, crisp and quiet.

"You speak the same language as us. Are you Chinese?"

"Is this the country of China?"

What kind of resentful spirit can make such a smart sound?
Ruan Qingqing swallowed hard, knowing that if he told the exact answer, they might fly away from where they were.

Her eyes looked at Xiao Qi Ling.

The little weapon spirit also looked at her expectantly, but the moisture in his eyes had nowhere to hide.

She has already given Ruan Qingqing a definite answer.

"Yes, this is already the country of China." Ruan Qingqing took a deep breath and spoke firmly.

In an instant, countless light spots rose from the black shadow, and the darkness of the room was enveloped in light.

Countless artifacts have been transformed into prototypes.

"This is China!"

"I didn't realize there were so many similarities here and there."

"After going round and round we finally got home."

"We are back. Although we didn't see him in the end, I want to see him soon, Hongci."

"Hmm..." The little weapon spirit floated in the air, its eyes constantly circling around its companions.

She looked hard, hoping to remember all the faces.

However, the entire room was engulfed in light, and she did not have time to say goodbye to all the weapon spirits.

Ruan Qingqing put down the arm that blocked the light, and slowly opened a gap in his eyes.

At this time, there was only a glaze red porcelain on the table and the suppression charm she had attached.

The resentment disappeared, and Xiao Qi Ling just sat blankly on the underglaze red porcelain, and it took a while before he came back to his senses.

The tears finally fell from the corners of her eyes, and she covered her cheeks with tear stains on her face.

Xiao Qiling sniffed and looked at Ruan Qingqing, with red eyes and a smile.

"Thank you, Taoist Priest, they are finally home."

(End of this chapter)