What If I Can't Die? Chapter 690 - Chapter 690 Secluded in the Mountain Village (1)

Chapter 690 - Chapter 690 Secluded in the Mountain Village (1)

Chapter 690 Secluded in the Mountain Village (1)

Song s.h.i.+ arrived at a small village with beautiful scenery. There were few people here, making it look like a paradise.

“Let’s do it here. The Spiritual Qi density is higher than Lu City. There are no sects or factions here.”

Song s.h.i.+ landed and walked towards the village.

This village was located halfway up the mountain. There were all kinds of food planted in the valley, and there were many mulberry trees on the mountain. It was a typical life of men farming and women weaving and being self-sufficient.

The people in the mountain village were not weak. The men looked very valiant, and the women were also quite hot and sensitive.

When they saw Song s.h.i.+, who was dressed in silk and satin and looked like a young master, they were rather vigilant.

“Everyone, what is this place called?”

In front of a crooked old uncle at the village entrance, Song s.h.i.+ asked with a smile.

Near him, there were farmers sitting on rocks to rest, old men picking dung, women picking mulberry leaves, and three children playing.

“Qingsang Village, why did the young master come to us? Our Qingsang Village can be considered the most remote village in the west of Ning Country. It’s next to the Savage Desolate Mountain and not many people usually pa.s.s by here.”

The old man who was picking feces chuckled.

“I want to live here in seclusion.”

Song s.h.i.+ glanced at the villagers and said, “Whether it’s building a hut or buying a dilapidated house, I can give Qingsang Village some remuneration.”

“Young Master, life here is quite bitter. You have to consider it carefully.”

The woman who picked the mulberry seeds spoke.

“That’s right! There aren’t many carriages here. There’s only the yellow soil and the ferocious beasts in the Savage Desolate Mountain.”

The farmer hammered the soil on the hoe and talked about his daily life.

“Brother, you came from outside. Is there a lot of candied hawthorn there?”

A little kid ran over with snot running down his nose. He looked like he wanted to know the outcome.

“Rascal, I shouldn’t have brought you candied hawthorn. You only think about eating all day.”

The farmer’s face darkened. He did not like children like this.

“The candied hawthorn outside is delicious, but the road is not easy to walk on,” Song s.h.i.+ said meaningfully.

“But I still want to go out and take a look. I heard from them that it’s very lively outside. It’s very interesting,” another thin and dry child said seriously.

“Skinny Monkey, do you want to be beaten up? It’s more than a hundred miles from here to any town. Why are you going out? No one will help you even if you’re bullied.”

The woman placed her hands on her hips. “Hurry up and go home to help your mother.”

Song s.h.i.+ glanced at the two children and did not say anything else. He took out a bag of gold and silver and said, “This is some money. Can I buy a piece of land there?”

“This thing is not very useful to us. You don’t have to give it to us.”

The feces-collector old man shook his head. “We don’t have a village or a shop here. We can’t use our money even if we get it. If you really want to stay, you can build a hut and live there yourself. As long as the land here hasn’t been reclaimed by anyone, you can use it as long as it doesn’t affect others.”

“Good.”

Song s.h.i.+ did not forcefully give the gold and silver to anyone. He pointed at a large rock at the back of the village. “I’ll stay here. If there’s anything, you can look for me.”

With that, he walked towards the deserted mountain behind the village.

“Big Brother, tell us about the outside world. We want to hear it.”

The snotty kid followed.

“Er Zhu, your mother called you home for dinner. Where did you run off to?”

The vicissitude woman shouted, “Skinny Monkey, you too. Go back and eat quickly, or else you’ll be gone.”

The two brats who wanted to follow Song s.h.i.+ to play stopped and ran back.

“Big Brother, I’ll go eat first,” Skinny Monkey said.

“Oh, let’s eat. Let’s eat. I want to eat a big drumstick.” Er Zhu skipped towards his house.

The feces-collector old man picked up the wooden bucket and left. The farmer carried a hoe and the weathered woman carried the mulberry leaves on her back. They also left separately. No one invited Song s.h.i.+ to eat.

If the two children did not realize this, the villagers’ att.i.tude towards Song s.h.i.+ was already very obvious.

They were not too happy for Song s.h.i.+ to stay here.

This kind of xenophobia was very normal. With one more person, they would have to share more resources. Most of them would not be too happy.

However, Song s.h.i.+ could see more. He smiled and did not say anything. He took a few steps to the top of the mountain.

This place was about a thousand meters away from the bottom of the valley. There were no longer any trees at the top, only some weeds. The surrounding clouds were dense and condensed into a circle at the top of the mountain, making it look quite fragrant.

There was a depression more than a hundred feet away from the top of the mountain. It was as if the mountain had been split open. A large rock protruded out, and behind it was a cliff. In the middle was a land dozens of feet wide with many weeds growing. There were no small paths here, which meant that no one would come usually.

“This place is not bad. No one will disturb you.”

Song s.h.i.+ nodded in satisfaction and formed a seal with both hands. “Three bedrooms, one hall, and one courtyard tree!”

He had casually said the magic formula, but the magic technique was real. Immediately, the soil on the ground rolled and condensed, forming a rough embryo of a courtyard. There was also a small pool inside, and behind it was a well.

In the room, he threw out some wood. These were taken from the Black Wind Sect. They were all thousand-year-old ancient trees. Under his control, they were quickly cut and pieced together, turning into the main structure and fence of the house.

He patted his waist again and took out a bag of soil to pour beside the pool water. This was the spiritual soil he had obtained from the Black Wind Sect. It could be used to plant some precious plants.

Then, he took out some seeds. Under the stimulation of the spell, the seeds quickly took root and germinated, decorating the originally bare ground into a lawn, garden, and bamboo forest.