Chapter 1863

The rolling red dust, the myriad living beings.

Everyone has their own life, and everyone also has their own vastly different fate.

Ma Xiaohu was just one of the myriad living beings; he was an extremely ordinary person, and even a bit unlucky. His profession was a customer service supervisor at a telecommunications company, and his job was to let customers scold him from the time he started work until he got off.

At first, he wasn't used to it, but slowly, he found that being scolded wasn't so bad; at least the people scolding him would speak their true thoughts, treating him as if he existed.

What people fear most is loneliness, the fear that no one knows you exist.

For over twenty years, he went to bed at exactly twelve o'clock every night, fell asleep at twelve-oh-five, and arrived at the company at exactly nine-thirty the next day.

Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, he was like an invisible subway, operating according to an ordinary schedule, accurate to the second.

Yet no one noticed his existence, and no surprises ever occurred.

But the change came suddenly, when he was caught off guard.

Late at night, the moon tonight was exceptionally round and exceptionally dazzling, as if it were reflecting something.

On the highway, Ma Xiaohu glanced at the slender figure that had crashed onto the roof of his car; after being stunned for a moment, he immediately rushed to the public phone by the side of the road in a fluster.

"Report center, please speak."

Ma Xiaohu said in a panic: "Report center, someone jumped off a building here and smashed my car."

Report center: "Sir, can you say that again?"

Ma Xiaohu forced himself to calm down and said slowly: "It's like this, I was driving normally, and suddenly someone jumped off a building, landed on my car roof, and smashed my car."

Report center: "Sir, you are on Route 07; there shouldn't be any high-rise buildings nearby!"

"Ah?"

Ma Xiaohu subconsciously turned his head to look around and finally discovered that for hundreds of meters in every direction, it was completely empty; there were no high-rise buildings at all.

And when he looked back at his car, he was suddenly stunned.

He hung up the phone in a daze and walked back to the car, only to see that his car had now become a convertible because the roof was gone without a trace.

As for where the missing car roof went, perhaps the woman sitting in the back seat, still holding a piece of sheet metal and gnawing on it, could answer.

But that woman?

After seeing the other party's face clearly, Ma Xiaohu asked her extremely gently: "Princess of the Vilas 173-173-19864 star system? Are you okay?"

The other party's appearance was exactly the same as the dream lover he had imagined, the alien princess he had imagined.

The beauty chewed on the car roof with a crunch-crunch sound while saying in a voice so gentle it could melt any iron-willed man: "I'm so hungry."

In the living room of a villa, the Holy Mother of Yaochi suddenly felt a palpitation; she stood up abruptly and looked back at the wall behind her.

She saw four characters gradually appearing on the clean white wall.

Looking closely, those four characters were—She is back!

A strong sense of unease filled the heart of the Holy Mother of Yaochi, making her clench her fists.

At the same time, a mysterious intuition made Wanyan Bupo, who was eating with his sister and celebrating her return to normal, subconsciously look up at the bright moon in the sky.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Wanyan Wulei discovered her brother's abnormality immediately and couldn't help but ask.

Wanyan Bupo shook his head; he didn't tell his sister that he had just experienced a unique feeling—a feeling that made his heart palpitate and made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

Just at this moment, the phone in his pocket rang.

Taking out the phone to look, it was an unknown number; if it were in the past, Wanyan Bupo would not have answered such a call—no call was more important than eating with his sister.

However, associating it with the unique feeling he had just experienced, Wanyan Bupo subconsciously answered the call.

"Hello!"

A very magnetic female voice came from the phone receiver: "Wanyan Bupo?"

"Who are you?"

"I not only have a passing acquaintance with you, but we are also connected by blood."

If it were just this sentence, it wouldn't have been enough to make Wanyan Bupo think deeply, but combined with his earlier feeling, Wanyan Bupo immediately had a guess.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he said in shock and doubt: "Holy Mother of Yaochi?"

The voice on the other side sounded, answering Wanyan Bupo's question: "That's right, I am the Holy Mother of Yaochi who granted you immortality over these past eight hundred years."

Once these words were spoken, Wanyan Bupo's heart felt a chill.

Four years ago, Nuwa and Jiang Chen appeared in this world one after another.

Afterward, Su Xuan prevented Nuwa from destroying the world.

Ma Xiaoling and Kuang Tianyou went to the holy land of the Pangu clan, and now, Ma Xiaoling had come out of the holy land; Wanyan Bupo knew through some grapevine news that the Pangu clan's holy land might have had problems.

However, when the Holy Mother of Yaochi, who had been sealed by the Pangu clan, actually appeared and came to his side, he still felt as if a legend had stepped into reality.

The Holy Mother of Yaochi had already come into the mortal world and had set her sights on him.

Fortunately, he was not facing the Holy Mother of Yaochi in person.

Wanyan Bupo soon calmed down again.

He asked the Holy Mother of Yaochi on the other end of the phone calmly: "What do you want?"

The Holy Mother of Yaochi's voice was strange: "I want to ask you, what do you feel when you look at the moon?"

Wanyan Bupo looked up at the moon outside the window, closed his eyes to sense it slightly, and then said his feelings: "Threat, fear... and hatred. I'm not talking about me; I'm talking about you."

The Holy Mother of Yaochi's voice sank slightly: "The Holy Mother's Peaches you ate back then were formed from my heart's blood; what is flowing in your body now is my heart's blood, so we can feel each other's feelings."

The Holy Mother of Yaochi did not tell the truth, or rather, she did not tell the whole truth.

Wanyan Bupo was to her what the Exorcist Dragon Clan Ma family was to Fate.