God of Pets

Chapter 420 Different Stories

They asked the old man about the evil spirits and where they were, until they could get no more information from him. Only then did Chen Guan and the other two leave the old man's house.

"Chen Guan, what do you think?" Xiu Jieming asked Chen Guan after leaving the room.

“The information written on the village monument, the story told by the old man, and the secret knowledge you encountered in the passage don’t match up at all,” Chen Guan said thoughtfully. “The information written on the village monument is the most realistic, but this is a secret realm, not a real world. What the old man said is too magical, it’s hard to believe.”

Xiu Jieming laughed and said, "You mean, both of them are fake?"

“It might not be fake, it could be real, it’s just that everyone has a different perspective.” Chen Guan thought for a moment and said, “The evil spirit is in the house at the east end of the village. We’ll find out if it’s real or fake by going to take a look.”

Xiu Jieming nodded. They were naturally not afraid of any evil spirits. The so-called evil spirits were at most just a mysterious spirit.

Hu Quan came out a little earlier than Chen Guan and the others. He also heard a story from the old woman, but the version of the story was different from the one Chen Guan and the others had heard.

The old woman's version of events is somewhat similar to the one on the village sign: her son, Anan, went out to find water during a severe drought and eventually found this ancient well, bringing the entire village here so they could survive.

These are all written on the village monument, and Anan is the young man mentioned on the village monument.

But then the old woman told the rest of the story, and the whole village came here and rebuilt the village, which is now Gujing Village.

Because the water in the ancient well was inexhaustible, the villagers' lives got better day by day, until one day when they were drawing water from the ancient well, they discovered that there was golden light shimmering in the well.

That golden light was breathtaking in the night.

Anan, who was responsible for guarding the ancient well's water source, was the first to discover the anomaly beneath the well.

He went down into the well and retrieved a lot of gold, enough to make him a very wealthy man who would never have to worry about food or clothing again.

But people are too wicked. When the other villagers found out about Anan's gold-digging, they joined forces to kill him and divided all the gold among themselves.

To keep this secret, they even boiled and dismembered Anan's body, and only those who ate Anan's flesh were considered one of their own.

The whole village ate Anan's flesh, and a few days later, a plague broke out in the village, killing almost all the villagers.

Many villagers believed that the plague was caused by Anan's death, which turned him into a vengeful ghost seeking revenge. Terrified, they erected a memorial tablet for Anan and placed all their gold there, not daring to keep any of it.

Strangely enough, after these things were done, the plague really did slowly disappear, but only one in ten villagers remained.

Hu Quan thought to himself, "It seems that the inheritance of the Netherworld Emperor has fallen into those gold pieces."

Hu Quan lied and said he wanted to go and pay respects to Anan. After finding out where the memorial tablet was, he took his leave.

The location the old woman told him was the house at the east end of the village, which was where Chen Guan and the others were going.

Hu Quan did not find any trace of Chen Guan and his group. He quickly made his way to the room at the east end of the village. The room was lit up and a faint golden light emanated from it.

"There is indeed a difference." Hu Quan knocked on the door and asked if anyone was home.

After asking several times without receiving a response, Hu Quan finally pushed open the door and peered inside.

The house was very simple, with only a memorial tablet and a dilapidated altar. Behind the altar was a dark coffin.

The memorial tablet on the altar was covered with a cloth, so it was impossible to tell whether it was Anan's tablet.

However, a faint golden light emanated from the gaps in the coffin behind. "As expected..." Hu Quan was overjoyed. He walked around the memorial tablet, came to the coffin behind, summoned a pet, and pushed open the coffin lid.

As the coffin lid was opened, the golden light inside became even more brilliant, bathing the entire room in gold.

Hu Quan stared warily at the coffin, but nothing happened. He craned his neck to look inside and saw that there was a golden statue inside.

A golden human, the same size as a normal human, lies inside a coffin.

"Could it be... that the villagers molded the gold into the likeness of Anan... to replace the dismembered Anan and enshrine him here?" Hu Quan examined the golden figure.

The golden figure was shaped like a young man, and the clothing and accessories carved on it did not resemble those of modern people.

Hu Quan couldn't see anything wrong, nor did he find any heirlooms, so he sent his pet to move the golden statue, hoping to see if there were any writings or anything like that on the back of the statue or on the bottom of the coffin.

Hu Quan turned the golden statue over and found no writing on its back or underside.

Hu Quan searched carefully, but still found nothing.

Just as I was frowning, I heard footsteps and voices outside.

"Oh no, they've come looking for us!" Hu Quan exclaimed in alarm.

He was no match for Chen Guan and his two companions; he probably couldn't even win one-on-one, and he would surely die in a three-on-one situation.

But the house was only so big and empty, so he had nowhere to hide.

He wanted to run, but he had already used up that flying treasure, and there were no other similar treasures available. Even if he rushed out now, he probably wouldn't be able to escape.

After glancing at the coffin and the golden figure inside, Hu Quan steeled his heart, put away his pet, and then jumped into the coffin, slowly closing the lid from the inside.

He planned to launch a surprise attack from inside when Chen Guan and the others came to check, hoping to kill or injure one of them.

Ideally, we should take someone hostage and then decide what to do next.

As Hu Quan lay beside the golden statue, pondering with his face upturned, he suddenly noticed that there were many words engraved on the inside of the coffin lid.

"The Great Method for Preserving Life of Our Ancestors..." Hu Quan discovered that the content engraved on it was a secret technique.

However, secret techniques require a special energy supply from a secret technique core to be mastered.

Here, however, there are only the secret techniques. Can these techniques be mastered with just these techniques?
"This must be the inheritance of the Netherworld Emperor, right? But why does the name sound so strange?" Hu Quan quickly went to read the full text.

After reading it, Hu Quan's initial excitement turned into extreme depression.

I initially thought this was the inheritance of the Netherworld Emperor, but after reading it, I realized that it was not the inheritance of the Netherworld Emperor at all, but clearly a request for the ancestors of the Netherworld to bless me.

The so-called "ancestral protection ritual" is essentially a form of worship, invoking the ancestors' knowledge in the underworld to bless their descendants.

"Damn it, who's playing this prank?" Hu Quan cursed inwardly, even suspecting that Chen Guan and his group had arrived before him and set up this trap to annoy him.

Hu Quan cursed inwardly, but he didn't notice that the eyes of the golden man beside him seemed to have moved slightly.

(End of this chapter)