Why was the midwife's grave struck by lightning? Why did lightning strike the cemetery of Xiaoji Village?

It was all because of that little Zhulong (candle dragon).

The Zhulong should not have been born into the world, let alone absorb the vitality of the villagers, so heaven was going to strike it with lightning.

Although the little dragon was small, it was very intelligent. To avoid being struck to death by lightning, it set up a magic array in the cemetery.

With this magic array in place, the heavenly lightning could not find its location and could only explode randomly above the cemetery.

As a result, the unlucky midwife old lady was struck by lightning. She was the first person to hold the little Zhulong after its birth and had the little Zhulong's aura on her. When the heavenly lightning could not find the true body of the little Zhulong, it struck the old lady's grave, exposing her corpse.

After this lightning strike, the little Zhulong made a bold decision: it moved the heart of the array to the location that had been struck by lightning. This further reduced the possibility of the array's heart being destroyed by lightning.

Although every location had the potential to be hit during aimless lightning strikes, the probability of two lightning strikes hitting the exact same location was still low.

The old lady's grave was the safest place. As long as the old lady's grave remained undisturbed, the little Zhulong would not be discovered by the heavenly lightning.

However, the old lady's grave was disturbed because I kicked over the coffin lid and burst out from under the grave, thus destroying the crucial heart of the array.

In other words, my appearance directly killed the little Zhulong.

In all conscience, although I came to deal with this evil spirit that absorbed vitality, I really did not know that this was its array's heart for evading heavenly lightning, and I did not know that after I kicked over the coffin lid, the little Zhulong would be discovered by the heavenly lightning.

Although I am a somewhat talented xuanxiu (mystic cultivator), I am really not powerful enough to understand someone's Zhulong Grand Array.

I just happened to bury myself on the Zhulong's array's heart and happened to destroy the Zhulong's grand array. I really did not do it on purpose. Even if someone did it on purpose, it was definitely not me, but heaven, in short, the will of heaven.

The Zhulong is an ancient divine beast, and ancient divine beasts should exist in ancient times. Regardless of how it became extinct, regardless of whether it was captured and taken to heaven to be a candle, it should not appear at this time, in this place. Therefore, heaven created this coincidence and allowed me to destroy its magic array.

Now, the little Zhulong has been discovered by the heavenly lightning, and it is about to die under the heavenly lightning. Therefore, the little Zhulong cannot escape its doom and is filled with unwilling despair.

Because the little Zhulong had no way to deal with the Heavenly Dao, it could only vent its anger on me. Before the heavenly lightning struck it to death, it prepared to kill me first. Therefore, I also could not escape my doom and was filled with unwilling despair.

"No, listen to me, I really didn't do it on purpose..." I tried to explain, but the little Zhulong had already rushed over.

A nine-tenths bloodline ancient divine beast, even if it is just a child, I have no chance of defeating. This is like a chariot crushing a mantis, a bulldozer burying an ant. There is absolutely no probability of turning defeat into victory.

Crap, this time I am really going to kick the bucket.

Just when I thought I was doomed, Aunt Mei suddenly stood in front of me.

"Baby, what are you doing? Didn't you promise me that you would only absorb ordinary people, not xuanxiu? Let's go catch ordinary people, okay?"

Both the little Zhulong and I looked at Aunt Mei in surprise. I didn't know why Aunt Mei was so insistent on not letting the Zhulong absorb the vitality of xuanxiu. The little Zhulong also did not expect that at this critical moment, its mother would rush out to stand in front of it.

A desperate smile appeared on the little Zhulong's face, as if it wanted to smile at its mother one last time, but before the smile could bloom, the heavenly lightning came down. The little Zhulong instantly burst into flames all over its body and struggled painfully in mid-air, writhing incessantly.

"Baby!" Aunt Mei subconsciously wanted to pull the little Zhulong, but I quickly grabbed her and held her tightly, resolutely refusing to let go.

The heavenly fire was raging. If Aunt Mei touched even a little bit, she would be reduced to ashes along with her soul.

At first glance, the heavenly lightning did not seem very powerful. It was no different from any lightning in a rainy night. Even when it struck the midwife in the cemetery, it only broke open the coffin and did not destroy the soul. However, when this unremarkable lightning descended on the little Zhulong, it directly became a devastating disaster.

This lightning was prepared for it.

The little Zhulong struggled in the fire for a full half hour before the flames slowly extinguished. The little Zhulong's body did not fall down, but slowly flew towards the sky, turning into specks of light like fireflies.

"No, no, my child..."

Aunt Mei knelt on the ground, looking at the speck of light in the sky that was about to disappear, sobbing uncontrollably.

I did not say any words of comfort. I knew that I could not comfort her. I just stood aside, silently accompanying her.

The rain finally came, a torrential rain, the kind that would hurt when it hit the body. Aunt Mei just knelt in the torrential rain and cried, from the time the rain fell until the rain stopped, and from the time the rain stopped until the moon came out.

The moonlight was still so bright, as if nothing had happened.

"Can you perform a requiem?" Aunt Mei finally cried until she was tired, stood up unsteadily, and asked me.

"Yes."

"Then please help me perform a requiem for my child."

The little Zhulong's body did not fall to the ground. Aunt Mei just handed me a few pieces of clothing that the little Zhulong had worn.

The quality of the clothes was not good at all, with rough stitches. Aunt Mei must have sewn them herself.

I did not know if a mere mortal's requiem would have any effect on this kind of divine beast, but I did not refuse. After performing the requiem for the little Zhulong, I also performed the requiem for all the deceased souls of Xiaoji Village.

The result of the matter was similar to what I had initially expected. I did not die, and the evil spirit was eliminated. However, the way the matter was resolved was completely beyond my expectations.

I was just used as a pawn by heaven, to enter the grave and destroy someone else's magic array.

Although the ending was acceptable, this feeling of being used was really not good at all, especially when Aunt Mei looked at me with tear-swollen eyes.

When it was dawn, Lao Zhao (Old Zhao) called me and asked if I was still alive.

I said I was alive and that the Zhulong had been struck to death by heavenly lightning.

Lao Zhao was not very surprised. He said that was how it should be. If ancient divine beasts could be casually born and grow up in this world, then there would be no way to live in this world.

I insincerely praised Lao Zhao a few times and hung up the phone.

Lin Dacheng came over to kowtow to me and thank me, saying that his great-grandmother had appeared in his dream last night and said that I had solved the evil spirit and had also performed a requiem for her. She was about to report to the underworld and re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, and finally, she said goodbye to her grandson.

Lin Dacheng listened to his great-grandmother's words very much. He went to the cemetery early in the morning to find me, and when he found that I was not in the cemetery, he followed the muddy footprints to Aunt Mei's house.

Gradually, other villagers came to thank me. The other ghosts in the cemetery also appeared in their descendants' dreams, so their families also came to thank me.

Not only did I receive their gratitude, but I also gained a wave of merit for nothing, but I did not feel happy at all. I could not shake off the little Zhulong's unwilling and despairing gaze at the end.

That day, I stayed in Aunt Mei's house all the time. The villagers probably gave me face and did not have as much animosity towards Aunt Mei. Aunt Mei was also friendly to me and never meant to drive me away.

In the afternoon, the villagers who came to thank me gradually left, and Aunt Mei finally said, "Do you want to hear its story?"

"Of course." I had not left because I was waiting for Aunt Mei to tell the story.

"I'm very stupid, aren't I? I actually naively thought that as long as I didn't kill xuanxiu, I could help it avoid this calamity and keep it alive. As a result, it still died," Aunt Mei said blankly.

"Did someone tell you that as long as you don't kill xuanxiu, you can save its life?"

"Yes."

"Who said that?"

"That beggar." Aunt Mei raised her eyes and looked at me, then her gaze returned to the small swaddling blanket in her hand. "You must be very curious about who the child's father is, right?"

"I do want to know," I said truthfully.

"Actually, this child doesn't have a father at all. My man is infertile, and that beggar never touched me. My man didn't find out I was pregnant after he went in; he already knew at home, so he suspected the beggar and had a conflict with the beggar.

The beggar did know that I was pregnant with a special child. Before he died, he told me not to let the child kill xuanxiu, even if it had to eat people, it should eat ordinary people, otherwise, the child would have no place to be buried.

At the time, I didn't know why the beggar would say such inexplicable things. It wasn't until after the child was born and absorbed the midwife's vitality that I realized that my child didn't have its own vitality and could only live by constantly absorbing other people's vitality, constantly using other people's lives to sustain its life.

At that time, I had nothing left but this child. The child was everything to me. Even if I had to rely on other people's lives to sustain my son's life, I would still insist on raising this child.

So, I started helping my child kill people. As long as it didn't kill xuanxiu, it could kill whoever it wanted. As a result..."

Aunt Mei couldn't continue speaking. She should have realized that she had been deceived by the beggar.

If the beggar could really predict the future, then the beggar had deliberately deceived her.

If they hadn't been following the beggar's saying not to kill xuanxiu, they might have killed me a long time ago. If I had died, there would have been no scene of me kicking the coffin lid, and the little Zhulong would not have been discovered by the heavenly lightning and would not have been burned to death by the fire.

But now it was too late to say anything. Even if Aunt Mei took a knife and chopped me up, it wouldn't change anything, so she didn't do anything foolish.

"Don't worry, I don't mean to blame you. Everything is the will of heaven, and it has nothing to do with you," Aunt Mei said proactively, and then she asked me, "In your opinion, what is my baby?"

"A divine beast."

"Only should appear in ancient books, or the divine beast in the sky, right?"

"Yes." I hesitated for a moment, but still answered her affirmatively.

No matter how deep the relationship between Aunt Mei and her child was, this kind of ancient divine beast should not appear in this world.

"Then, do you think this kind of divine beast lives happily with the gods in the sky?"

"That's not something I can answer." Actually, it wasn't that I couldn't answer, but I didn't want to say it. The look in the little Zhulong's eyes when it was burned to death had already explained everything.

"Okay, you can't answer, then I'll answer you. They don't live happily, and they're very painful. In that heavenly realm full of gods, they are crocodiles that have been skinned, bears that have had their gallbladders removed, and kingfishers that have been plucked of their feathers.

A few Zhulong cannot light up the entire sky. Dragon candles are luxury goods for the gods. They are refined into oil, they are lit into lamps. Ever since they were captured by Mi Tian Shi and offered to the gods, they have forever become slaves of the heavenly realm.

They yearn to return to freedom, yearn to return to the land where they used to live. They have tried time and time again to have their descendants reincarnate into the lower realm, but they have been captured back to the sky time and time again.

It just wanted to fight for a free life for itself. Do you think it was wrong?"

"I don't know."

I really couldn't answer this question. If things were as Aunt Mei said, the Zhulong naturally had the right to resist, but could they just descend to the human world at will?

In the immortal realm, it is their disaster, but if they come to the human world, it is the disaster of the human world. The little Zhulong was only a few days old, and it had already absorbed so much vitality from the villagers. If it was allowed to continue staying in the human world, how many more living souls would be needed to support it? Would the human world still exist?

Although this kind of fate is very unfair to the Zhulong, if I had to choose again, I would still be willing to be a pawn of heaven again.

For no other reason than that I am born as a human being, and when the interests of both sides cannot be satisfied, I must stand on the side of humanity.

Aunt Mei's story was finished. I asked Aunt Mei what her plans were.

Aunt Mei smiled sadly: "Do you think I can still have any plans?"

I wanted to advise Aunt Mei not to do anything stupid, but I didn't know how to open my mouth. Her heart was dead, and it was no longer something I could change.

"You go. I won't do anything to harm the villagers."

I didn't say anything more, stood up, and planned to leave.

"Wait a minute."

I stopped and waited quietly for Aunt Mei to speak.

"That beggar who was brought home by me, he said his name was Mi Tian Ying."

"Mi Tian Ying?" I had no impression of this name at all. I shouldn't have heard of it before.

"Yes, Mi Tian Ying. I hope you can remember this name. I think this name shouldn't be fake."

"Okay."

I finally left Xiaoji Village. I didn't die here. Qin Shuguang should be very disappointed, right?

Although it was now eighty percent certain that it was Qin Shuguang who wanted to kill me, I still planned to have Eighth Sister confirm it again. So, I confirmed the current location of the Qin Da Feng Shui Master (Great Feng Shui Master Qin) online and went straight there.

This time I didn't miss him. Qin Shuguang was indeed performing a ritual in the village.

This village is known as Antique Village. It is where tomb robbers sell their stolen goods. As long as you have money, you can buy real things that can't even be auctioned at auctions.

Of course, if you don't know anything, you will be tricked by the greedy villagers until you don't even have your underwear left.