Planting Pears in a Deserted Village: Lingquan Raised a Tribute Prince Who Refused to Leave

As I write this chapter, my mind is filled with images of golden blood entering the roots of trees, and the eerie feeling of Bauhinia Plateau fills my mind! The protagonist's words "beginning" when he bleeds are not only the beginning of the change, but also the key to revealing the cause and effect of the past life. What big news do you think will happen next? Come and have some ideas in the comment section! Please support me by collecting monthly tickets~

When I was writing about the part where the roots resemble a writhing gray snake, I deliberately added the details of slime eroding the soil, just to make it full of horror. The key prop of the Golden Blood Soaked Bell is about to be put to great use. What do you think is behind this sudden change in roots? Chat in the comment area! Please collect and vote for me, I love you!

I have been polishing this piercing feeling of dreaming for a long time, and the four-hundred-year-old secret that I have been holding back for so long has finally been revealed! Guess what happened in the whole village that year? Please leave more comments and favorites, and cast a monthly vote to support!

As I write this chapter, my mind is filled with the "click" sound of feet stepping on salt and frost, the moonlight is like broken glass, and the atmosphere is extremely cold! The seventh coffin is intact but has my name engraved on it, which is horrifying to think about! What do you think is in the coffin? Come and have some ideas in the comment section! Please support me by collecting monthly tickets~

Yesterday I was delayed in updating due to performance work, so I will add a new chapter today! When writing this chapter about the earth forest, I deliberately compared the earth pillars to "gnawed bones", and the sound of the wind was like "thousands of people crying", just to create that desolate and weird atmosphere. The protagonist walks in here carrying Yan Ci, who has turned into a golden bud. Doesn't it make everyone feel distressed and curious at the same time? Do you think Yanci can turn back into a human after this "closure"? Leave your guesses in the comment area! If you feel that this atmosphere is enough, please click on the collection and vote for a monthly ticket to support it, I love you!

When I was writing this chapter, my mind was filled with that sense of deathly silence, even the wind was taking a detour, it was like an upside-down coffin! I deliberately didn't let the old yellow dog bark, just to heighten the sense of suspense. Lin Changan stepped on the salt and frost with Yan Ci on his back. Guess what big pit is waiting for them ahead? This chapter contains a lot of foreshadowing, please support me with comments, collections and monthly votes!

When writing this chapter, I deliberately described the wind in the salt-alkali land as the dry feeling of "licking moldy salt", and stepping on salt frost is like stepping on "dried fish skin". Isn't this desolate and weird atmosphere perfect? Opening the seventh coffin in such a bad place requires "burning one's body with gold and fire." It's too cruel! Do you think the coffin is a life-saving straw for the prince or a more terrible curse? I beg you guys to collect it, cast some monthly votes, and talk about your guesses about the "Gong Li Famous" volume in the comment area, and let's uncover the secret of the sarcophagus together!

Family members, when I was writing this chapter, all I could think about were the three weird gray roots on the male protagonist's back. It really hurts to open the golden finger (wry smile). The vertical scar and the "key" are foreshadowings that have been buried for a long time, and the next one will definitely be high-energy! What do you think the male protagonist will awaken after the golden blood is burned out? Let everyone's imagination run wild in the comment section! Please collect, vote and comment to comfort the suffering male protagonist~

When I wrote this paragraph, I deliberately made the pressure of "golden blood seeping into the mark" full. The seven-coffin reincarnation foreshadowing buried in the previous chapters finally began to unravel in this chapter, and the sense of crisis that Yan Ci's life was hanging by a thread was slapped directly on his face. Everyone guesses which generation of pear guardians from four hundred years ago is hidden in the mark of the crazy gold-blood swallower? I beg you all to vote monthly, collect and follow updates, and tell us in the comment section whether you think Shen Wanli can bring Yan Ci back from hell this time!

When I wrote this chapter, I deliberately buried the small hooks that were moving under the inkstone cotton jacket. The gray mark on my heart and the staring eyes behind me were pulling at each other, just to fill up the hanging feeling of uneasiness! Where do you think this strange root came from? Will there be a direct attack in the next second? Please collect more, vote monthly, and share your thoughts in the comment area!