Chapter 32: Summoned Again

In the He family residence.

With a muffled sound of "bang," a pottery jar placed on the windowsill fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

"Who?!" 【32-

The kitchen maid carrying the food tray turned around abruptly, just about to open her mouth to scold, but the person who had knocked over the pottery jar was nowhere to be seen. Only a pair of black and white wings fluttered out from the window, flew over the eaves, and landed on the plum tree planted by the courtyard wall.

"It was just a magpie..." The kitchen maid shook her head helplessly. Since the jar wasn't knocked over by a person, there was no one to blame; she could only accept her bad luck.

She put down the square wooden food tray in her hand and bent over to clean up the pottery shards scattered on the ground. There were many jars of this style in the manor, usually used to store pickled products like bitter bamboo shoots, green beans, and pickled vegetables.

One of the dishes at today's wedding banquet was the traditional Hakka stir-fried preserved meat with pickled vegetables and bitter bamboo shoots. After preparing dozens of tables, rows upon rows of empty jars were lined up in the back kitchen, so it was no surprise that a wild cat or bird would knock one over.

What's more, the kitchen maid wasn't actually that angry. Having a magpie fly into the courtyard on the day of a wedding banquet was, by any account, a good omen.

She swept the pottery shards into a dustpan, straightened her back, and looked at the magpie perched on the plum tree branch by the courtyard wall. A smile appeared on her face, which was covered by yellow paper: "Happiness on the plum branch. Young Lady Nianjun is truly blessed. Why didn't I have such a good omen when I got married?"

No wonder her life after marriage was always full of arguments that ended in reconciliation.

The kitchen maid shook her head, turned around, and dumped the pottery shards from the dustpan by the stove. Behind her came the melodious chirping of birds and the flapping sound of wings. She figured the magpie must have flown away by now...

"I don't know where that kid Shunsheng went. It's been crazy busy in the back, and he doesn't even know to come and help..." After cleaning up the broken tiles, the kitchen maid picked up the food tray, grumbling to herself, and efficiently went back to serving dishes.

Not long after she left, a staggering figure slowly stood up from the dense flower bushes. His body was covered in wounds of all sizes, either bleeding flesh wounds or bruises from bumps. His left shoulder was dislocated, one leg was limping and suspected to be fractured, and his mandible was split in two from the middle, connected only by skin and flesh.

It was none other than the incredibly unlucky Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe wiped the blood off his face, looked up at the magpie standing on the plum tree branch, and suddenly smiled.

He curled his lips slightly, and a melodious bird call drifted out from his mouth, even though he had lost several teeth.

Modern city children rarely know how to whistle like birds. Fortunately, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe was not a city person. He was born in the countryside and grew up in the countryside, a genuine rural resident. When he was a child, he even went to herd cattle with his grandfather.

The bird call awakened leisurely. The next moment, the battered youth disappeared, and in his place, another magpie flew onto the branch.

When the kitchen maid thought Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, who was making bird calls and flapping his wings, was a magpie, he truly became one.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe flapped his black and white wings and flew into the sky, looking toward the south. He saw a team of blood-stained white-clad servants on the empty street, beating gongs and drums, blowing cheerful suonas, and walking toward this direction.

Carried in the center of the procession was, shockingly, the lotus pedestal that had once enshrined the Serpent God.

"Glad I made it in time..." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. He refused to believe that he could still have bad luck while flying in the sky.

The next moment, a small and swift black shadow left the tip of the plum tree and flew toward him aggressively.

"Serpent God, I'll fuck your mother."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe raised his middle finger. If he had a middle finger now.

If there were such a thing as gifted people in this world, it would be people like Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe. Even after turning into a bird, he was far more combative than an ordinary magpie. After briefly familiarizing himself with the bird's vision and body structure, he tilted his body without hesitation, flapped his wings, and tangled with the swooping magpie.

At the cost of having one eye pecked blind, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe successfully killed the crazed magpie. Dripping blood, he landed on the courtyard wall of the He family manor, tilting his head and watching the approaching god-inviting procession with his one good eye.

He was not worried about Feng Feng Yushu's safety. Before she truly understood the truth that "Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe impersonated a ghost and used Lin Lin Zhiyuan's mobile phone to call her," and before her false perception was corrected, the ghost would never kill her. Otherwise, it would only make the part of the identity Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had stolen from it impossible to retrieve forever. Feng Feng Yushu would absolutely not die, unless she knew the truth.

Ning Zhe stood on the wall, silently watching the blood-stained god-inviting procession carry the lotus pedestal toward the main gate of the He family manor. Everyone in the group had more or less injuries; some had burst abdomens, some were limping, and the one leading the double-reed wind instrument was missing his head entirely.

It seemed that this group of people had been unlucky all the way here, and the Serpent God was no exception. Its decaying wooden body was smashed to pieces, and the two long horns on its head were broken. But fortunately, the head was still intact, and the almanac was still hanging on its tongue.

On the almanac, today's fortune could be vaguely seen:

【Suitable: Killing】

【Avoid: Traveling, Burial, Funeral, Sacrifices】

With one eye blinded, the magpie's impaired vision did not allow Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe to accurately identify the extra words on the almanac at this distance and angle. His chest thumped, and his heart pounded inside: "It's already at the most critical moment. Whether I can successfully destroy this world depends on now..."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe flapped his black and white wings and flew under the eaves of the manor's main gate.

While the servants were carrying the heavy wooden lotus pedestal through the main gate, the magpie nimbly hugged the edge, dodged everyone's sight, and landed silently among the Serpent God's broken corpse parts.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe folded his wings, quietly crawled into the Serpent God's wide-open mouth, and curled his sleek, small body deep in its throat, motionless, letting the god-inviting procession carry the shattered Serpent God to the front of the main building of the He family manor.

"Serpent—God—Grandmother—Has—Arrived—"

The loud shouting and the shrill double-reed wind instrument music echoed over the tables of sumptuous banquet dishes. The music of gongs, drums, and silk strings followed, playing in a rhythmic beat. The blood-covered white-clad servants carried the Serpent God's corpse parts into the He family's main hall.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, hiding in the Serpent God's throat, did not know the specific situation outside, but from the servants' shouting, he heard some information that might or might not be useful: "They call the Serpent God 'Grandmother'?"

"The Serpent God is a female deity?"

Before Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe could ponder anything from this information, as the heavy lotus pedestal was gently set down in the center of the hall, loud shouts came from around the main building. The guests at each table seemed not to notice that the Serpent God before them was shattered. With glowing faces, they raised their wine glasses toward the hall, and auspicious words slipped out like a string of firecrackers.

"The first cup to the Imperial Heaven!"

"The second cup to the Sovereign Earth!"

"The third cup to our Serpent God Grandmother, may she live forever!"

As the rice wine went down and the blessings entered his ears, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe, curled up in the Serpent God's mouth, felt his vision go black.

He didn't know exactly how many people were wishing the Serpent God well at this moment, but he only felt that the complex amount of information was like a dump truck fully loaded with sand and gravel, stepping on the accelerator and crashing into his skull.

"Fuck..."

From the torrent of information that made his head ache, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe struggled to extract the first piece of useful information:

"Today is the wedding banquet of the He family's third young lady, He Nianjun. The one she is marrying is... 【Zhaoyou】."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe now knew that 【Zhaoyou】 was the Serpent God's true name.

But isn't Serpent God Grandmother female? (End of chapter)