Chapter 2443: Where Did This Child Come From?

Inside this Myriad Souls Banner, time seems to become extraordinarily long; each day feels incredibly dull and boring.

Everyone is trapped here, unable to know whether the final outcome will be life or death; this unknown fear hangs over every person.

Yet, in this despairing environment, the meals prepared by Ye Changqing have become the people's spiritual pillar, like a bright ray of light illuminating the darkness within their hearts.

Every mealtime feels like an oasis in the desert for them, the most exciting and anticipated moment.

Everyone eagerly awaits that delicious bite of food, as if it were their sole hope of survival.

And Ye Changqing certainly did not disappoint their expectations; he gave his all, ensuring that each person could enjoy a tasty meal every day.

To satisfy everyone's palate, Ye Changqing constantly varied the dishes, preparing all kinds of different foods.

With limited ingredients, he unleashed boundless creativity, making each meal full of surprise and satisfaction.

Whether it's a lavish feast or a simple home-cooked dish, he can make it perfect in color, aroma, and flavor, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste.

Thus, after three days and three meals, everyone ate to their heart's content, feeling completely satisfied and at ease.

Such food might be worth a fortune outside, but here it has become the people's everyday enjoyment.

Moreover, what's even more pleasing is that no one fights over food here; everyone receives a fair share.

If this treatment were known outside, it would likely make outsiders envy them to death.

Gradually, people began to stop caring about the fact that they were inside the Myriad Souls Banner; their attention was wholly captured by the delicious meals.

For them, as long as there is food to eat, everything else ceases to matter.

Another day dawns, Ye Changqing stands before the stove, holding the Heaven and Earth Pot and the Universe Spade, ready to begin a new day's cooking.

The crowd gathers around, faces full of anticipation as they watch Ye Changqing; someone can no longer contain their curiosity and speaks up.

"Senior Brother Ye, is there a new dish again today?"

Ye Changqing's lips curled slightly, revealing a faint smile, but he didn't answer, merely keeping them in suspense.

"You'll find out when it's done."

However, in stark contrast to the people's excitement and agitation, are the tool spirits inside the Heaven and Earth Pot and Universe Spade—Old Man Tianxing and Tie Dan.

These two are feeling miserable at the moment; watching Ye Changqing show off his skills outside, with various delicious aromas wafting, they can only stare helplessly in this cramped space.

"Damn it, every day we can only smell but not eat—what kind of thing is this?"

Old Man Tianxing muttered resentfully.

"Tool spirits are people too."

"Tie Dan on the other side also chimed in."

"Exactly, it's totally unfair."

"The more they thought about it, the angrier they got, so they just started cursing, but it was obviously useless."

Ye Changqing had no idea what they were thinking and continued busily on his own.

What made Old Man Tianxing and Tie Dan feel most desperate was that this torment seemed endless.

As long as Ye Changqing cooks, he definitely cannot do without these two utensils.

And each time, they can only watch helplessly as the delicious food comes out of the pot, drooling with longing, yet unable to take a single bite.

Old Man Tianxin and Tie Dan can only stare longingly; this feeling is nothing short of pure torture.

In this agonizing ordeal, Ye Changqing finally finished cooking the meal, and as always it was abundant, fragrant, and mouth-watering.

At this very moment, everyone had long been unable to contain their eagerness, already prepared and waiting nearby; all they needed was for Ye Changqing to lift the pot, and they could immediately go get their food.

When they saw Ye Changqing lift the pot, everyone's eyes lit up instantly, as if they had spotted a lifesaving straw.

However, just as everyone was lining up to get their food, a disciple of the Witch God Palace suddenly asked curiously.

"Huh, where did this child come from? How could there be a child among us?"

This question left everyone present stunned, because they were all dragged into the Myriad Souls Banner by resentful spirits and ghosts, and none of them remembered ever having a child.

But when the crowd followed the sound with their gaze, they were astonished to discover that there really was a child about seven or eight years old in the line.

The child had an adorable bun hairstyle, fair skin, and a delicate, lovely face that was very endearing.

But where exactly did this child come from?

This is the Myriad Souls Banner; aside from us who were dragged in, how could there possibly be any other living person?

This sudden news made the already eerie Myriad Souls Banner even more mysterious and perplexing.

As the Witch God Palace disciple's words fell, everyone else simultaneously turned their gaze toward the direction he indicated.

There stood a child in plain clothes not far away, with big eyes curiously looking around.

The people exchanged glances, each eye flickering with a hint of suspicion.

Obviously, they found this suddenly appearing child completely unfamiliar and did not know him at all.

At that moment, a Witch God Palace disciple looked suspiciously at the Tian family disciple and asked.

"Did your Tian family bring a child this time?"

The Tian family disciple quickly shook his head, looking bewildered as he replied.

"Impossible; our Tian family didn't bring any child this time—this child definitely isn't from our Tian family."

"Nor is it from our Witch God Palace."

Another Witch God Palace disciple also chimed in.

After some confirmation, everyone determined that neither the Tian family nor the Witch God Palace had brought a child along this time.

For a moment, everyone became intensely curious about the child's identity, gathering around to find out more.

A Witch God Palace disciple stepped forward first, crouched before the child, and asked kindly.

"Little one, who are you? How did you end up here?"

However, faced with the disciple's question, the child seemed not to hear at all; his eyes stared fixedly at Ye Changqing, and he kept muttering to himself.

"It smells so good; I also want to eat—may I?"

Everyone saw this and couldn't help laughing.

The child's attention was obviously completely drawn to the food Ye Zhangqing made, completely ignoring everyone else's presence.

His eyesight had only dry rice left; seeing this, Ye Zhangqing also found it interesting and waved at the child.

This time, the child actually responded, obediently walking over to Ye Zhangqing, very well-behaved.

Upon arriving before him, Ye Zhangqing gently pinched the child's cheek, smiling as he spoke.

"Want to eat?"

"Want to."

Hearing that, the child nodded heavily, not hiding his thoughts at all—he just wanted to eat rice.

Seeing him like that, Ye Zhangqing couldn't help laughing out loud, then immediately gave him a bowl of food.