MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 293 No Special Power
After the entire village respectfully saw the Black Dog Immortal back to the mountain, the black fur on Zhang Kun's body and the protrusion on his mouth quietly faded away, as if nothing had ever happened, and he returned to his original appearance.

Seeing this, the surrounding villagers finally felt completely relieved and began to pack up the various items they had used to guard against the cat-faced old woman, preparing to go home and rest.

As the villagers led their children away, Zhang Kun, panting heavily, slumped into a chair, covered in sweat.

Fang Zheng, while chewing on a spicy snack, walked over to him and asked curiously, "Were you performing an exorcism just now?"

“Yes,” Zhang Kun looked up at Fang Zheng, and after confirming that the strange thing in his shadow had disappeared, he took out a piece of candy from his pocket and handed it to him, sighing with a hint of fatigue on his face: “It’s been several years since I was discharged from the army, and I’ve almost forgotten what it feels like to perform such a large-scale ritual. It was really exhausting.”

“However, I’m relieved for now,” he added. “At least for the next few years, the children in the village won’t be bewitched by the cat-faced old woman, and you and my little niece should no longer be bothered by her.”

Fang Zheng chewed on malt candy, his gaze falling on Zhang Kun's faded green overcoat, and asked, "Did you also perform rituals in the army before?"

“Of course,” Zhang Kun replied casually. “My family has a long tradition of shamanistic rituals. When I joined the army, I was naturally assigned to a special forces unit, where I travel all over the country.”

"As for whether we can kill that damn thing..." Zhang Kun frowned: "If we can catch it on the spot, we can probably have the Black Dog Immortal tear it to pieces, but this damn beast only follows lone children. No adult can encounter it."

"The only ritual we can perform now is to ask the deity to pay attention to the children and drive that damned beast away from the village."

Zhang Kun sighed heavily: "Sigh, what a troublesome thing. If it were easy to kill, it would have been dealt with by the special forces in the army more than ten years ago."

"Then," Fang Zheng pressed, "don't you have anyone stronger? If you cultivate and become stronger, can you kill it?"

“Cultivation?” Zhang Kun raised an eyebrow, looking at Fang Zheng with a strange gaze. He patted his muscular chest and waved his hand helplessly: “Little guy, have you been reading too many martial arts novels? I may look strong, but that’s all natural. I don’t know any internal energy cultivation techniques. There’s no such thing as cultivating to become an immortal in the shamanistic profession.”

“By the way,” Zhang Kun suddenly stood up, grabbed the heavy cast iron bearskin drum by the leg with one hand, and prepared to leave, “Fang Zheng, you must be tired after coming back so late. I don’t know why you were in the deep mountains and forests in the middle of the night, but whatever it was, it’s too late now. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.”

"Come to my house for a good rest tonight. Tomorrow, my uncle will slaughter a sheep to treat you properly."

Fang Zheng looked at his face and asked curiously again, "What is the significance of the ritual itself? I didn't notice any special power."

"Oh?" Zhang Kun glanced at Fang Zheng in surprise. "Where did this special power come from? This isn't a martial arts novel or a shamanistic ritual; it's just used to invite spirits to possess you."

“All the rituals are secondary; the important thing is the ‘invitation’.”

Founder didn't care too much about the details of the underlying principles; after all, there was plenty of time, and he could just observe it slowly.

But... Fang Zheng looked at him, not saying anything more. He couldn't find any dog ​​spirit possessing Zhang Kun, nor could he find the cat-faced old woman who had been attacked...

They probably portrayed Fang Zheng as a novice mage with little experience, while Zhang Kun, on the other hand, acted like a senior master, taking the initiative to talk about some evil spirits he had encountered.

Things like human heads in molten steel, strange numbers in mines, murderous trolleys, white blizzards, and shadowy figures on the Yalu River...

The two were chatting casually when a middle-aged man hurried over.

He was the elder of one of the three children Zhang Kun had found in the mountains. He had rushed home and was now carefully carrying a clay pot back.

He said gratefully, "Nephew, we really owe you a lot this time! If you hadn't come back in time, consulted the shaman and searched the mountain, my child would have really been bewitched and eaten in the deep mountains!"

"Chasing shamans is bad for your health. Quick, this is chicken stew with mushrooms that your auntie made earlier. It's cooked just right. Uncle will take it home for you. Drink some chicken soup before bed to warm your stomach. Uncle knows you're a rough guy who doesn't like to cook. I'll slaughter a pig another day and have your auntie cook it and bring it to you at mealtime."

Zhang Kun smiled and said, "Uncle, everyone in our village is related. With such a big incident in the village, how could I not rush back? As for this pot, there's no need to take it back. I'd rather not bother washing the dishes." With a "bang," he put down the big drum in his hand, completely ignoring the scalding temperature. His burly body lifted the clay pot as if it were a large bowl, not caring about the heat. In a few bites, he wolfed down the whole pot of chicken soup, along with the chicken and mushrooms.

He wiped the remaining large pieces of chicken haphazardly on his pants, not caring about the dirt, and grabbed them, crunching them down in a few bites, even breaking the bones.

Following that, the parents of the other two rescued children also came over to express their gratitude, and Zhang Kun accepted all the gifts they brought.

As a renowned shamanic master known throughout the surrounding area, he wouldn't engage in any empty formalities with his fellow villagers.

When a religious ceremony is performed, gifts should be accepted. It doesn't matter if the recipient is rich or poor, how much or how little they give, or what they give; it's all about the sentiment.

Finally, the parents of the two victimized children came over with red eyes, knelt down with a "plop," kowtowed to Zhang Kun, and said in a choked voice, "Nephew, your uncle... thank you so much. If it weren't for your ritual, my child wouldn't have been able to rest in peace even after death... that damned cat-faced old woman!"

"Waaah..." The man could no longer hold back and started crying.

Zhang Kun simply shook his head, silently helped them up, and then turned to beckon Fang Zheng to leave together.

As the cold wind howled, Fang Zheng walked towards Zhang Kun's house and turned to look at the two families of villagers who were still immersed in grief.

Having resolved the issue of the cat-faced old woman, the other villagers returned home reassured, but those whose children had been tragically murdered were destined to spend a sleepless night.

After the funeral arrangements were completed at dawn, both families remained immersed in grief for an unknown period of time.

"Waaaaah... My little Jianguo... How could you die... Waaaaah..."

Even though they were far apart, the suppressed sobs still reached Fang Zheng's ears clearly.

If... if those two dead children could come back to life, both families would be overjoyed.

only……

Fang Zheng took out a bottle of red medicine from his pocket, looked at it, and then put it back.

For him, even before he had fully mastered his abilities, his healing potions and golden apples could already determine that a living being was "alive" when it was left with only a breath, a wisp of soul, or even just a sliver of obsession, and then forcibly restore its life.

This allows individuals who are considered dead in the eyes of ordinary people to be able to "come back to life".

Through constant travel, experiencing various worlds, and gradually liberating his own power, the concepts of life and death have completely lost their binding force on Fang Zheng.

For Fang Zheng, there is no difference between the living and dying of ordinary life forms.

As long as the information is not completely zero, even if the information is incomplete to the extreme, he can complete it through exhaustive search.

In theory, no matter what kind of life form it is, no matter what kind of destruction it has experienced, Fangzheng can revive it, or rather, find it again.

“But…” Fang Zheng looked at the two children’s corpses covered with white sheets, “bringing them back to life isn’t the problem, but when they died they were human, and after they come back to life… they probably won’t be the same people they were before…”

(End of this chapter)