The land in the New World wasn't expensive.

At least, not in areas far from city centers, it wasn't prohibitively so.

Many people who made a living through agriculture were able to own vast farms in slightly more remote states, and my family was no different. I walked out of my old house in the morning, the sun was pleasant, I stretched and prepared for work.

This was the legacy left by my ancestors.

He was the glory of our family, a great pioneer, a hero who participated in the great war.

After the war ended, he also surrounded and suppressed those barbaric Indians.

After experiencing adventures of blood and fire, he naturally obtained this large piece of farmland as spoils of war. It was said that it once belonged to an Indian chieftain, and my ancestor killed that chieftain through brave combat, and according to the law, fairly, justly, and legally owned this piece of land as private property.

In the basement, the spoils of war from that time were still kept.

A pair of high boots.

'Skin from the buttocks down, so you can make tall boots or long boots that can be worn with your legs together.'

This was the experience passed down by word of mouth among the soldiers at the time.

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This special, absurd, and beautiful trophy has been passed down through generations along with the farm.

Everyone's property is sacred and inviolable, which is the most basic law on this land.

But it only applies to humans.

For example, recently my child discovered bugs crawling around.

Then my grandfather also discovered them.

He complained to me, saying that these bugs had begun to affect normal life.

My grandfather often held me and my child, telling stories of our ancestors, so I respected him very much. I decided to solve these rather unfriendly uninvited guests, but for some reason, these bugs were always difficult to find, so I bought some insecticide and sprayed it everywhere.

I have to say, these insecticides were very effective.

The next day, I found many dead bugs everywhere.

The number was astonishing, enough to fill a huge public trash can.

I was a little surprised and a little uneasy.

But my grandfather was very proud: "The bigger the house, the more you'll have these little guys. It means my father left us a big enough home."

A subtle and smug boast.

Perhaps.

I looked at the huge number of bugs.

If that was all, it might make sense.

After that, maybe it was because of these insecticides, I felt a little itchy all over, especially on my legs and buttocks. It seemed like rashes were growing under my skin. Scratching would produce a patch of fine, dense bumps. Oh, my merciful God, these were indeed some rather indecent locations.

I might have to see a doctor.

Damn it, I really didn't want to go to the hospital. Their receipts were sharper than scalpels.

On my grandfather's birthday, and on the day our family owned this huge farm, other relatives and friends were invited to a picnic on the farm. My thighs became increasingly itchy, until I couldn't help but want to scratch them even while barbecuing.

I had to leave the grill temporarily, return to the house, and scratch my legs vigorously.

Hard, constantly hard.

It felt good.

"Hey, aren't you done yet? The meat is ready."

My cousin called me from behind. I responded, pulled my hand away, and felt a cold chill. I lowered my head and saw bug corpses on my hand. Their antennae were still twitching, their mouthparts were deep under my skin, and the numb, itchy feeling in my legs suddenly intensified, turning into pain.

Small red dots rose on my skin, and then antennae and teeth broke through the skin.

A tiny bug crawled out from under my skin.

Fine and dense red dots bulged up.

Ah, I knew what the rash on my legs was...

……………………

The plane landed at Quanzhou Airport.

Randall looked at the surrounding buildings and finally felt relieved, but his palm was still tightly clutching the silver cross. He silently recited the classic scriptures of Western religion, and that fear finally calmed down a little. The horrifying scene he had seen at the banquet yesterday still made him unable to feel at ease.

The skin on people's legs had been completely bitten into pieces by bugs, leaving only the part below the knees, dripping with blood, like a pair of absurd and exquisite high boots.

If he hadn't just gotten out of the car at that time and realized something was wrong and left immediately.

If those bugs hadn't chased after him.

Maybe he would have become one of the members in today's news.

God, were those demons?

Someone told him it was the curse and revenge of the Indians.

In order to escape the curse on that land, he mobilized all the relationships he could, escaped from the New World, and came to the farthest distance from there on Blue Star, Shenzhou, God bless him to be safe and sound.

He got off the plane safely and left the airport.

Then prepared to take a taxi.

Thankfully.

Randall relaxed in his heart.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped his sweat. Perhaps he was too nervous, he suddenly felt a little itchy on his face, so he scratched it subconsciously.

……………………

A sharp, terrified scream woke Hu Ming, who was immersed in the departure of his old friend.

He subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, and then saw a Western man in casual clothes stagger, reach out and tear at his face, and then his body was torn open from the inside by a large number of bugs. The whole person exploded with a bang, turning into a large cloud of flying insects.

Hu Ming looked at this scene in surprise.

"Is it a witch's curse? Or a Gu worm's curse?"

"No, no, it's cruder."

Screams rose one after another. Ordinary people fled in a hurry. Hu Ming recovered from his surprise.

This strange spell seemed to be essentially a curse of a vengeful soul. If it had already taken revenge, it shouldn't act rashly again, and it would slowly dissipate with time. But at this time, this group of bugs seemed to sense some aura and suddenly shook violently.

The sharp buzzing of the insects was like driving a锥zi into the eardrum.

It rushed towards an American-made car. With the destructive power of this resentful insect swarm, it would only take a moment to tear the car to pieces, and the people inside would not survive. Hu Ming saw the terrified family of three inside, the mother holding the baby, and the pale-faced man who instinctively protected his wife and children, and sighed.

In this era of spiritual recovery, globalization also has its bad drawbacks.

The gentle and refined gentleman adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, and then tapped the ground with his cane.

Azure foxfire instantly rose up.

The swarm of insects crashed into the foxfire, making crackling sounds.

The resentment within made Hu Ming feel a little suppressed. This resentment was so strong that it surprised him. Taking the spirit medicine had injured him earlier, and now dealing with this crazy swarm of insects, it was fine for a while, but over time, he would eventually be somewhat unable to cope.

He gritted his teeth, used an invisibility spell to avoid the eyes of mortals, and controlled the foxfire to lead the swarm of insects away. Demons could communicate with spirit, not through language, but through direct soul communication. Hu Ming said forcefully:

"Where are you from? After taking revenge, why do you still harm the innocent?"

The swarm of insects chased after the fox, their thoughts simple and frantic:

"Revenge, all deserve to die, all deserve to die!!"

Hu Ming said: "You have already taken revenge."

The emotions of the vengeful soul were strong, like the voices of countless people superimposed together: "Not enough!"

"Fox? Get out of the way, or we'll devour you too!"

Qingqiu Fox glanced at this prosperous city. He and his friend had come here when they were young, and then watched it slowly transform from an ordinary town into the prosperous place it was now. He had already developed feelings for it, sighed, and said, "I can't leave."

"You're the one who should leave. This is Shenzhou."

"You're just a fox. This has nothing to do with you."

The fox spirit adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and said calmly:

"Do not kill for purposes other than survival, and do not involve innocent beings in revenge."

"Know the purpose of survival, and have compassion."

The vengeful soul was very irritable: "What are you talking about?"

The fox spirit said, "Things I learned from my friend. He is a human."

A fox seemed to be teaching a vengeful soul who was once human how to be a human, which further angered the soul body born for revenge. The swarm of insects buzzed fiercely and flew towards the fox spirit. Azure foxfire enveloped Qingqiu Fox, flying towards a higher place, leading the dangerous monster away.

…………………

噼里啪啦, 噼里啪啦. (pi li pa la, pi li pa la - onomatopoeia for rapid tapping)

Red, small embroidered shoes danced on the keyboard, moving quickly.

Two paper dolls moved the mouse with force, and the water ghost leaned close, pointing out the landscape, almost spitting out his saliva.

A series of operations as fierce as a tiger.

But they still lost.

The water ghost looked dejected, then gnashed his teeth and pointed at the matched teammates, spewing trash talk.

The red embroidered shoes were tireless, typing out the words like those dance games.

Wei Yuan reached out, picked up the red embroidered shoes, and locked them in the small black room.

And cut off the water ghost's supply of cola for three days. Amidst the shrill wails, he directly logged off the account. He glanced at their teammates, whose avatar was a cat's head. From the perspective, it looked like a cat was taking a selfie with a phone, but that was impossible.

It should be a common cat slave in modern society.

Wei Yuan didn't care, but was thinking that when Zhang Xiaoyu returned home from the mountain, he would definitely have to gag this water ghost's mouth, otherwise it would seriously affect the child's early education. At this moment, he noticed that the Qingqiu leaf on the cabinet next to him was emitting a faint fluorescent light.

…………………

Pa!

A cat's paw slapped the computer, creating several cracks on the computer screen.

The strange beast raised in the Heavenly Master's Mansion for five hundred years revealed its sharp teeth and scratched the glass table angrily. Then, it quickly typed on the keyboard, spewing trash talk at the opposing teammates. But after a while, the teammates who were evenly matched in all aspects actually went offline.

That avatar dimmed.

It was a pair of red embroidered shoes, posing in a dancing stance.

Probably some bored human deliberately took a picture.

Lei sneered.

As expected, the other party was still inferior to itself and took the initiative to admit defeat.

Lei licked the fur on its paw and jumped off the chair. Because of the invisibility spell and illusion, the surrounding people ignored it.

Jiangnan Road and the Heavenly Master's Mansion were not far apart. It had already arrived in Quanzhou.

It was also time to go find the human who was targeted by Boqi.

A moment later, after Lei left, the illusion it left behind disappeared.

The internet cafe owner saw the suddenly cracked screen, and the expression on his face slowly solidified.

ps: Tiannv Jue's character card is up.

This book only has the only protagonist card, and the others are supporting character cards~