The Whole Village Thrives After Adopting a Lucky Girl

“I was still here.” Yingbao embraced her daughter, “Wei Zhan, remember, if someday I fall asleep again, don’t panic, and don’t feed me any medicine. Just watch over me.”

“You…” Wei Zhan became anxious, seizing his wife’s hands hurriedly asked, “What do you mean? Are you sick?”

Yingbao patted him reassuringly, “I’m just excessively sleepy, I’m not sick.”

She couldn’t tell him the truth, so she downplayed it. “I’ve just been very tired lately. My lord, please take care of Nuannuan a bit more and keep her company. Teach her to speak.”

Wei Zhan became more worried, “I would do these things without you having to tell me. Even if I’m away for official duties, mother is here. Yingbao, don’t scare me.”

Yingbao pulled out a box full of five Dingzhi mushrooms that Xuanwu had collected, “Keep this, it can save lives at critical times. I really am just excessively sleepy and don’t have any other problems.”

Seeing Wei Zhan still fixated on her, Yingbao hugged him again, soothing him in a low voice, “Alright, I’m very tired, let’s sleep early.”

Wei Zhan put the box aside, lied down next to his wife, held her hand tightly, and placed it on his heart.

Yingbao’s consciousness sank into the Divine Pupil, where she saw the giant sphere of light.

The sphere had grown larger than before, as had the pool below it, but the whole silhouette still looked like an eye.

Xuanwu floated in mid-air, standing on a shiny gold book, with a mirror floating above the book.

“Are you ready?” The golden turtle asked.

Yingbao nodded, “I’m ready. Can you directly send me near the fragment?”

“If conditions permit, of course.” Xuanwu said, his body glowing bright gold.

Yingbao instinctively covered her eyes, and when she opened them, she found herself lying on the ground, being buried by falling snow.

Immediately after, a wave of cold swept over her, she shivered, and her body began to hurt. It was just like the feeling of a frozen limb suddenly exposed to hot water.

Yingbao felt like she couldn’t hold on any longer, and immediately took a bottle of Dashizhi juice and poured it into her mouth.

The warmth gradually spread throughout her body, and she struggled to get up.

Looking around, Yingbao stumbled towards a dilapidated temple not far away.

Only when her bare feet hit the icy snow did she realize she was barefoot.

Yingbao didn’t have time to consider, she rushed into the temples to avoid the cold.

There were a few people in the dilapidated temple at the moment. Men and women, old and young, all dressed neatly, not like beggars or refugees.

They looked surprised when they saw Yingbao enter, but no one said anything. They all just silently watched her.

Yingbao scanned the crowd, finally found an empty corner and sat down.

Then, she asked Xuanwu in the Divinity Sea, “Tell me about this body’s condition.” It was obvious she had possessed the body of a girl who had just frozen to death.

But the owner of this body had died not far from the temple, it was clear she had some relation to the people in the temple.

Or rather, there should be people she was familiar with in the temple.

Xuanwu: “The original owner of the body’s name is Sheng. She was mentally impaired, the fourth in the family, hence called Sheng Si Niang. She was thirteen years old. Her parents had just passed away. She was traveling with her brother and sister-in-law to seek refuge with relatives when they were caught in a blizzard. They took shelter in a broken temple, but she wandered away from the temple and froze to death.”

Yingbao listened quietly to Xuanwu’s introduction and looked down at herself.

She was dressed decently in a filthy old cotton robe, but her shoes were missing.

Seeing the thick calluses on the bottoms of her feet, she guessed that this child often ran around barefoot.

Yingbao curled up in the corner, her feet on the icy ground were unbearable.

At this moment, she really wanted to wrap herself in the cotton clothes and blankets she had.

Or should she find another place for shelter?

She had stored quite a number of items in Xuanwu’s place, including food, some furniture and daily necessities, including cotton clothes and blankets, cookware, etc. She also had stored some silver coins, but not much, only over a thousand taels.

While hesitating, suddenly a small hand reached out in front of her, holding half a bun. “This is for you, eat it.”

Yingbao looked up and saw a girl of about ten years old standing in front of her, looking at her with complex eyes.

The little girl thrust half a steamed bun into her hand, then turned and walked back to join the group of people across from them.

This child must be the niece of her original body, her silly Uncle’s daughter.

Yingbao clutched the half bun, taking small bites out of it.

In her mind, she asked Xuanwu, “Do you know which direction the Divine Pupil Fragment is in?”

Xuanwu: “Northwest, about a hundred miles away.”

“If you knew the direction, why did you throw me here?” Yingbao was dissatisfied.

Xuanwu: “Within a hundred miles, this is the only warm body available.”

Yingbao: ….

Xuanwu continued, “This method is simple and quick. If you were to go through reincarnation, you wouldn’t be able to complete the task in a short time.”

Well, that was a solid reason.

Yingbao quickly finished her half bun, looked at the group of people, decided to play dumb, and started wandering around the room.

The main hall of this dilapidated temple was still intact, at least the roof was not leaking, and the walls were intact. Some doors and windows were damaged, and half of the stone statue collapsed as if someone had destroyed it with brute force.

Who would have such power to smash half of the two Zheng tall Stone Statue of God?

Curious, Yingbao walked up to the fallen statue to examine it closely.

Suddenly, she saw something buried under the broken stones.

Since she had nothing else to do, Yingbao bent over and began to clear away the stones.

Unexpectedly, this body had great strength, and her hands and feet were rough, so the work didn’t tire her out at all.

At this moment, two seven or eight-year-old boys approached her and asked, “Silly girl, what are you doing?”

Yingbao didn’t even look at them and quickly continued to throw the stones aside.

Soon, she saw a man buried under the pile. He was well-dressed, with a big bundle on his back, lying face down, unmoving.

At this, everyone in the temple screamed and stood up to look at the body.

Yingbao was a bit startled, but more excited.

She wanted the man’s bundle, no, his shoes. Afterward, she would give him a proper burial as a way to repay his kindness.

Yingbao grabbed the large bundle and forcibly dragged the man out of the pile of stones. After dragging him to the side, she clasped her hands and bowed before untying the bundle.

However, the knot of the bundle was on the man’s chest, so Yingbao had to roll him over.

This was a middle-aged man with a stubbly beard. His face was covered in dirt and grime, making it difficult to see his original features. But one thing struck her as odd—he must have been dead for a long time, yet his body hadn’t stiffened yet.

But Yingbao’s attention was drawn to the bundle. She didn’t give it much thought, she just opened it after untying it.

As expected, there were clothes inside, along with a pair of intact cloth shoes, and two pairs of socks.

Yingbao quickly put on the socks, then the shoes.

The shoes were slightly big, but her feet weren’t small either, so they were just about bearable.

Luckily, these shoes had laces attached to the back which were probably designed in order to make walking easier.

“Little girl, give your bundle to your older sister to see.” A middle-aged woman came over and said to Yingbao.

Yingbao shook her head and moved the bundle to her lap.

The woman was a little displeased and was about to scold her when she suddenly noticed that the dead man had opened his eyes.

“Ahh!” The woman was frightened, retreated a few steps, and fell to the ground.