MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 290 The Cat-Faced Old Woman
Neither time nor process matters to Founder.

It has no thought process; its computational power is infinite. Just like solving a mathematical formula, once the formula is given, the answer naturally appears after the equals sign.

Of course, when solving a formula, you can either write down the answer directly or list out the detailed solution steps.

However, if you follow different steps and different problem-solving approaches, you will naturally present different processes.

Therefore, for the personification of Fangzheng, the process can still exist in the interaction with other sets and other entities.

Whether it is joy or sorrow, you can experience it all in this process.

The new story begins with a small incident during an interaction between Fangzheng and certain groups...

……

Mid-Autumn Festival has passed, and late autumn has arrived. The frost in the mornings and evenings has forced people to wrap themselves in thick cotton-padded clothes.

Night had fallen, and the world was shrouded in darkness. Thick fog obscured the starry sky and the bright moonlight, with only a few faint rays of light occasionally peeking through the gaps in the fog.

Looking up at the sky, the bright moon after the Mid-Autumn Festival seemed like a swollen eyeball covered with mycelium, staring intently at the earth beneath my feet with a chilling gaze.

The stars, appearing and disappearing in the mist, resembled countless tiny, blinking eyes. Looking up at them, one could almost feel their malevolent gaze, sending chills down one's spine.

Ouch——

It was unclear what kind of wild beast was howling in the wilderness, but the sound carried far, causing the occasional passerby to quicken their pace.

quack-

Just then, a gust of wind slightly dispersed the fog in the sky, and a ray of moonlight fell on a mound of earth covered with weeds.

There, one can vaguely see some broken stone tablets and yellowed paper money.

A flock of red-eyed crows circled in the nearby graveyard, seemingly sensing some danger, emitting loud cries.

Whenever the moonlight briefly shines down, some blurry shadows seem to appear and disappear in the dark mist.

The whispers mixed in with the sound of the wind also came to an abrupt end. When the moonlight was once again swallowed by the thick fog, those eerie sounds began to rise again in the dimness.

In such an environment, the atmosphere of terror is almost overwhelming. Unless you are in a group, even those tough guys who claim to be fearless would probably shiver.

Suddenly, a strange sound came from a corner, and a portal to the lower realm opened again.

The boy's figure emerged from it; it was Fang Zheng.

On this barren land, he casually broke off a dead branch from the roadside, skipping and hopping forward while waving the branch around, breaking the withered grass along the way.

The strange shadows vaguely visible in the surrounding mist and the sparse, eerie sounds—things that would terrify a normal person—had no effect on him whatsoever.

However, as he walked, he turned around and stopped. The three invisible lamps on his shoulders suddenly went out, and the strange, shadowy figures around him seemed to be approaching.

But he remained unconcerned, his gaze instead fixed on a faint glimmer of light flickering in the distant mountains and forests…

……

Late at night, on a mountain path, a little girl of about three or four years old was holding the hand of an old man and walking unsteadily.

"Grandma, Grandma, how much longer until we get home?" The little girl looked tired, as if she had just fallen somewhere, and she walked with a limp.

"My dear girl, we'll be home soon, almost there. Just a little longer and we'll be home." The old woman looked at her granddaughter with concern, her trembling hand gripping her little hand tightly again, before continuing to walk forward with her head down.

"Grandma, but I'm hungry, and my feet hurt so much, I can't walk anymore!" the little girl cried out. She really couldn't hold on any longer. One of her trouser legs was rolled up, revealing a bleeding wound on her knee, and her ankle was also swollen.

It's clear the child was badly hurt; saying he couldn't walk wasn't just being dramatic.

"Oh... my dear granddaughter, Grandma will cook you sticky rice cakes as soon as we get home. Let's hang in there a little longer, let's try our best to get home soon."

"Tomorrow, Grandpa and Uncle will take you to buy candy again, a whole big string of candied hawthorns!" The old man's face was a little flustered. Looking at the wounds on his granddaughter's feet, his eyes were full of heartache, but he still held his granddaughter's hand, his hands trembling, but he still wanted to pull her away.

"Waaah..." The little girl cried but still refused to leave. Even when the old hand pulled her forcefully, she simply sat down on the ground, clutching her ankles with both hands. "My feet hurt so much, I don't want to walk anymore unless Grandma carries me!" "You child..." The old man's face was helpless and somewhat frightened. In the corner of his eye from the flashlight, I could see that the old man's right hand was hanging unnaturally by his side, his sleeve was covered in mud, and his joints were obviously twisted, as if he had fallen not long ago and even dislocated his joints.

Despite her efforts to endure the pain, cold sweat continued to seep from her face, clearly indicating severe pain. She glanced around fearfully a few times, then used her left hand to support herself against the tree trunk and bent down with great effort.

Upon seeing this, the little girl cheered and jumped onto her grandmother's back.

only……

After walking for a while, the drowsy little girl mumbled, "Grandma, are we home yet?"

The old man did not answer, but simply walked forward silently.

"Grandma?" the little girl asked again.

"Ouch!" The sudden jolt almost made the little girl fall off her grandmother's back. She asked in a daze, "Grandma, what are you doing?"

"Huh?" The jolts were getting worse, and the little girl became a little more awake. She opened her eyes but didn't see the flashlight.

Grandma and I should both have a flashlight, but when Grandma carried me on her back, she made me turn off the flashlight to save electricity.

The little girl groped for her flashlight, turned it on, and suddenly realized that there was no road in front of her, but a withered, dark forest.

At this moment, Grandma is carrying me on her back, walking frantically and fast through this mountain forest.

The uneven mountain forest was full of protruding tree roots and rocks, as well as some depressions, which is why it suddenly started to bump.

"Grandma?" The little girl's voice trembled slightly, but even when she called again, her grandmother did not respond. She just walked faster and faster until she started running.

"Waaaaah..." The little girl was already crying out of fear.

In the dim forest, the old man ran and ran until he was on all fours, carrying the little girl on his back and running wildly like a wild beast.

The girl's body was covered in bruises from the dead branches and leaves scattered throughout the forest, yet she dared not let go of her "grandmother's" neck.

As she sped through the jungle, she heard the howling wind all around her, and just cried out loudly for her grandparents.

Gradually, the little girl, who was crying incessantly, felt that the neck she was hugging was starting to feel prickly, and then it became furry.

Amidst the whistling wind, the pitiful meows of cats gradually rose into the air.

Meow—Meow—

With a thud, the "old man" who had been running on all fours came to a stop, and the little girl was thrown off his back and slammed hard into the woods.

"Waaaaah, Grandma, Grandpa..."

"Waaah, I'll be good, I want to go home..."

The child was light and the bushes cushioned his fall, preventing him from being knocked unconscious immediately, but he was unable to move.

The flashlights that had been thrown to the ground flickered, illuminating the eerie figure in front of the little girl.

The grandmother, who was originally kind and gentle, now wore a ferocious smile. Her face was covered with scraggly black hair, one eye was wide open with the pupil seemingly taking up half of the eyeball, and her mouth, which originally had only a few teeth, had somehow grown sharp fangs.

"Meow—meow—"

The pitiful meows of a cat kept coming from Grandma's mouth.

The person she loved most seemed like a wildcat, and the little girl herself was just a mouse being devoured by the wildcat.

The old man screamed pitifully as he approached the little girl.

The little girl was too frightened to speak; her body was trembling uncontrollably, and she was curled up in a ball.

"Hey!" A hand patted the old man on the shoulder from behind.

(End of this chapter)