God of Pets

Chapter 418 The Lights at Night

Hu Quan buried himself in the soil under the cowshed, standing motionless like a dead man.

Although there are no cows left in the cowshed, the smell of cow dung has seeped into the soil, or rather, the soil here is made of cow dung. The smell is unbearable for most people.

Fortunately, Hu Quanlian possesses the Turtle Breathing Technique, which allows him to enter a state of suspended animation once used. As long as Chen Guan and Xiu Jieming don't turn this place upside down, finding him won't be an easy task.

Hu Quan knew he couldn't leave Gujing Village, otherwise not only would he have no hope of inheriting the Netherworld Emperor's legacy, but he might also miss the chance to leave.

"That guy Chen Guan is like a ghost. How could his secret techniques be so strong? It doesn't make sense." Hu Quan kept reviewing the situation, but he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Such a capacity for energy recovery is indeed extraordinary, but no matter how fast the energy recovery is, it only means that the energy is stronger than others; the secret technique cannot exceed its proper strength.

Even if Chen Guan is level 20, even if he has unlimited energy and can keep practicing his skills, even if he is exceptionally talented, he can only train the secret technique to level 21 or 22 at most, which is already quite remarkable.

That's no longer a question of whether or not one has vital energy. To advance to a higher level of a secret technique that surpasses one's own level, one needs to have insights that surpass one's own level. Moreover, the difficulty of advancing again after each advancement will continuously increase.

Even a genius like Xiu Jieming could only master his most frequently used secret techniques up to level 30, and those who could reach level 31 were extremely rare.

Even higher-level secret techniques are probably beyond what Xiu Jieming possesses now.

Even if Chen Guan is more talented than Xiu Jieming and many times stronger, even if he has mastered the secret technique to level 25, it is still an impossible task.

Hu Quan couldn't figure out what level 25 secret technique could withstand those terrifying hidden ultimate moves.

"Even if it's a secret divine technique, it probably can't so easily block the barrage of secret ultimate moves." Hu Quanzhen couldn't understand why this was happening.

He kept reviewing and deducing in his mind, but he still had no chance of winning.

He couldn't do anything to Chen Guan, nor could he beat the monster-like person beside Chen Guan, not to mention that Xiu Jieming was on Chen Guan's side.

"Damn it... how did things turn out like this..." Hu Quan could only wait, waiting for things to change.

We still don't know exactly what the Netherworld Emperor's legacy is all about; perhaps there's still a chance for things to turn around.

Chen Guan and Xiu Jieming passed by this house several times but did not see Hu Quan.

Before long, the sky darkened and night fell.

The village of Gujing remained deathly silent, yet surprisingly, lights shone from the windows of a few houses within the village.

Hu Quan waited until dark before crawling out of the mud, and was surprised to find that the light in the main room of the courtyard where the cowshed was located was on.

“There are people here…” Hu Quan looked at the dim yellow light shining through the white paper window, his expression changing constantly.

He didn't know what was inside the house, and he didn't dare to push the door open to check.

However, he knew that if he couldn't seize the opportunity, he definitely couldn't defeat Chen Guan and the other two.

With gritted teeth, Hu Quan pushed the door of the main room, wanting to see if he could open it and see if the things inside were related to the inheritance of the Netherworld Emperor.

He had thought the door wouldn't be easy to open, but to his surprise, it opened with a simple push. Hu Quan was slightly taken aback and looked inside. He saw that the owner of the house could be described as extremely poor. Inside, besides a few dilapidated wooden stools and a mud-brick bed, there wasn't even a table.

The bed was covered with a tattered quilt, and an old woman sat on it, the quilt covering her legs.

The old woman's eyes were lifeless, as if they were filled with numbness. She just sat there blankly, and if it weren't for the fact that she was still breathing, one would think she was dead.

"Sir, I apologize for disturbing you so much," Hu Quan said politely, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

He really couldn't figure out what kind of background this old woman had.

She looked no different from an ordinary person, as if she wasn't even a cultivator.

But in such a strange place, at such a strange time, such a person appeared. Hu Quan simply couldn't believe that she was just an ordinary person.

“Son…you’re back…come to Mom’s house quickly…Mom will cook you some porridge…there’s still food at home…Mom will cook you some porridge right away…” The old woman stretched out her thin, rough hands, full of wrinkles and age spots, and groped her way towards Hu Quan’s direction, trying to get out of bed. She spoke excitedly with a sob in her voice.

“Grandma…I’m not your son…you’ve mistaken me for someone else…” Hu Quan then realized that the old woman was blind. He waved his hand in front of her eyes, but the old woman did not react at all.

“Yes…you’re not Anan…Anan won’t come back…he won’t come back…” The old woman, who had been anxiously trying to get out of bed, was struck dumb by what Hu Quan said. She collapsed onto the bed like a deflated balloon, tears streaming down her unfocused, cloudy old eyes.

She muttered to herself, as if lost in thought.

"Old lady, where is your son? Maybe I can help you find him and bring him back." Hu Quan felt that the old woman's appearance was too strange. It was most likely related to the inheritance of the Netherworld Emperor. Perhaps this was a test set up by the Netherworld Emperor.

"Anan... has been taken away by evil spirits... my son... he has been eaten by evil spirits..." The old woman cried out in anguish, but there were no more tears in her eyes.

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Chen Guan, Xiu Jieming, and Fu Tianji searched for over an hour, until it was already dark, but they still couldn't find Hu Quan.

They also saw the houses with lights on in the darkness, and couldn't help but look at the nearest house.

"Are there still any living people in this village?" Chen Guan was somewhat surprised. During the day, he had tried to push some of the room doors, but they wouldn't budge.

He didn't dare to use brute force to cause damage, fearing something might happen, so he never went inside.

"Let's go take a look, maybe there will be some clues." Xiu Jieming said, and walked towards the nearest house.

Chen Guan and Fu Tianji followed, and Xiu Jieming stood in front of the door and called out, "Is anyone home?"

After calling several times without any response, Xiu Jieming and Chen Guan exchanged a glance, and he simply reached out and pushed the door open, which creaked open.

The things inside the house were very old and there wasn't much there. Apart from a kang (a heated brick bed) and a pot, there was nothing else decent. There wasn't even a mat on the kang, let alone a cotton quilt.

A thin, dark-skinned, and withered old man, dressed in a tattered cotton coat, huddled in the corner next to an oil lamp, puffing on his pipe.

(End of this chapter)