Chapter 3, Descent

Xiahou instinctively sensed that something was amiss. Could it be that they intended to bathe a newborn with such a substance? My goodness, what kind of rough people are they? Outside, the cold wind howled, and it was already unacceptable that a newborn was not properly wrapped in cotton cloth, but they also intended to wash him with this obviously toxic hot water. Were they planning to concoct biological weapons?

The emaciated old man nodded repeatedly, his eyes flashing with a hazy green light as he scanned Xiahou from head to toe. He chuckled a few times and began to shout loudly. His voice was old and dry, but the language he used was one that Xiahou had never heard before. It seemed to be some dialect from within China, yet Xiahou, who was proficient in over thirty foreign languages and hundreds of dialects, could not understand a single word.

Rough men, a group of rough men, this kind of tribe must consist entirely of rough men. Although there is no specific experience in caring for infants, Xiahou's wife in her previous life, Xiaohua, was a professional nurse and had some knowledge. Xiahou had never heard of a newborn baby being playfully handled for over half an hour by more than thirty strong men, being pinched and slapped, then placed in a boiling pot for over ten minutes, and fortunately not being scalded to death, only to be beaten again by his own father.

Surrounded by chaos, a warm, viscous liquid envelops the body.

Although his mind was somewhat muddled, Xiahou clearly remembered that his body had already been shattered when the force from the great cauldron surged in

And standing beside him, the group of men who were grinning widely and smiling at him with immense joy! My goodness, have I arrived at a tribe of savages?

Uncertain how much time had passed, I suddenly found myself in an environment that was violently shaking. The warm, viscous liquid surrounding me was rapidly draining away, and a tremendous force was pushing my body towards a place with an immense suction. The pain was excruciating, as if my body were trapped in a leather pouch, accompanied by a difficult writhing and squeezing sensation. At the same time, a great force was gripping my head and pulling it in a certain direction. After what felt like an eternity, my body suddenly experienced a bone-chilling cold.

A chill ran through his heart once again; perhaps he had encountered some strange and inexplicable occurrences. Xiahou gazed at the old man's eyes, which glowed with a ring of green light, and a wave of coldness slowly crept up within him. He himself was a superpowered individual, yet he had never heard of any superpowered person whose eyes suddenly emitted green light without any energy fluctuations or visual cues.

A man emitted faint gasping sounds as he carried another large barrel filled with clear water, pouring half of it into the large ceramic jar. Observing him, his face turned red, seemingly exhausted. Xiahou estimated the jar's volume to be around two cubic meters, which could hold two tons of clear water. Yet this man only appeared slightly out of breath. What kind of beings are they? Are they truly human? Two tons of weight would likely require six or seven of the most elite special forces soldiers to lift together.

During the training at the Secret Service, the instructor's reprimands echoed in Xiahou's mind: "No matter where you are or what happens, as long as you still have a breath left, you must find a way to come back! Remember, the motherland is your home. No matter what dangers or difficulties you encounter, survive and return!"

However, the hundreds of layered beast skins hanging on the wall sent a chill through Xiahou's heart. The skins of tigers, bears, and leopards were not only more than twice the average size of the animal skins he had seen before, but where in China could there be so many ferocious beasts? Moreover, among those skins, there were countless strange species he did not recognize. Judging by the area of their fur, these creatures were of a primitive size comparable to that of an Asian elephant. What on earth were these?

Fortunately, their hair was still black, and their eyes were also black, which gave Xiahou a slight sense of familiarity and a bit of comfort. However, everything he saw before him had already prepared Xiahou mentally to face the elusive and unpredictable fate.

Xia Hou cried out in pain, and as he saw a rough, dark hand reaching towards his face, he summoned the last bit of strength within him and kicked fiercely at that hand. His foot collided hard with the hand, and Xia Hou immediately froze in place: a delicate, fair-skinned calf, smeared with traces of blood and dirt, was even thinner than a finger of that large hand. What was going on? His foot collided hard with the hand, and Xia Hou immediately froze in place: a delicate, fair-skinned calf, smeared with traces of blood and dirt, was even thinner than a finger of that large hand. What was going on?

The house built from rough black rocks is extremely simple in style, measuring approximately ten meters in length and width, with a roof made of thatch and some wooden planks. Such houses are likely only found in the most remote mountainous areas of China. This is not a concern, as long as they have communication with the outside world, they can quickly return to the organization. It is presumed that those mysterious elders in the bureau should have ways to resolve the issues they face.

Are they nurturing infants or abusing pets? - Picture - Book

With great effort, she opened her eyes, still clouded with amniotic fluid. Xiahou's large, round eyes scanned the surroundings, and upon a glance, her heart sank heavily.

Two fingers lifted Xiahou's leg, and a boisterous voice erupted in hearty laughter. The person laughed joyfully, shaking all over, and carefully cradled Xiahou in a palm as large as a fan, presenting him to a crowd of onlookers. Consequently, a chorus of similarly hearty laughter arose, with rough fingers, as coarse as sandpaper, occasionally reaching out to curiously stroke Xiahou's face. There were even some who, unaware of their strength, gently patted Xiahou's backside a couple of times as a gesture of affection. Thus, a chorus of similarly hearty laughter arose, with rough fingers, as coarse as sandpaper, occasionally reaching out to curiously stroke Xiahou's face. There were even some who, unaware of their strength, gently patted Xiahou's backside a couple of times as a gesture of affection.

May the Jade Emperor bless, may the Buddha bless, may God bless, may the True Lord bless, in short, may all the deities in heaven and on earth bless. One must absolutely avoid being reborn in those countries outside of China. If reborn in China, even if the concept of reincarnation is somewhat difficult to comprehend, Xiahou would accept it. He even began to calculate rapidly; once he reaches over two years old and acquires the ability to speak, he should be able to call Yang to send someone to pick him up, right? As for what happens afterward, that can be discussed later! He even began to calculate rapidly; once he reaches over two years old and acquires the ability to speak, he should be able to call Yang to send someone to pick him up, right? As for what happens afterward, that can be discussed later!

The old man's bone staff began to wave once more, sending out visible green ripples in circles from the staff. The tip of the staff swayed directly over the large pot, and the obscure incantation resembled a lullaby, lulling Xiahou into a drowsy state. Gradually, the pot of greenish soup slowly clarified, and ultimately, the strange powers mixed from unknown materials within were completely absorbed by Xiahou.

If I am not mistaken, the man holding me is my father for this lifetime? And the one lying on the stone bed, being cared for by several women, is my mother?" Xiahou widened his eyes and stared intently at his father and mother, deeply engraving their appearances in his heart, so as not to mistake them in the future. During my infancy, my parents' protection was my only hope for survival, so I must curry favor with them.

Heaven, are you really making me reincarnate as a baby? Xiahou cried out in despair in his heart

The emaciated old man opened his mouth wide and laughed as he leaned closer. At that moment, Xiahou had a mouthful of green soup, and he summoned the little bit of lung capacity he had left, forcefully spraying the water onto the old man's face. Subsequently, his little member swelled up, and a stream of clear urine was directed at the old man.

A large, pitch-black earthenware pot stands approximately one meter tall, with a diameter of about one and a half meters, resembling a large ceramic jar as seen on https://www.hetushu.com. It is supported by three large stones, and several sturdy boys are approaching, carrying large bundles of firewood, as a great fire rises beneath the pot

Excruciating pain surged from all directions of his body, and Xiahou struggled and screamed, flailing in the broth as he attempted to jump out. But how could he muster the strength to do so? "Does this old man intend to consume a soup made from infants? That makes no sense. He has added so many poisonous insects; unless he wishes to commit suicide by poison, what could be his intention?"

Based on some past experiences, I assessed that these men were all over 2 meters tall, which was acceptable. Their dark or bluish skin, muscles as solid as iron, thick yet unkempt long hair, scruffy beards, and a piece of animal skin haphazardly wrapped around their waists, with at most a patch of fur covering their upper bodies, made it clear that they did not resemble a group of civilized modern individuals.

The old man grasped the head of the fierce beast, and the green light in his eyes intensified. Strange incantations emerged from his lips, and to everyone's astonishment, a brutal howl erupted from the severed beast's head. A hazy shadow, resembling the form of the beast, shot forth from the tiger's head and plunged into the pot of broth. As this shadow entered, the pot of soup began to churn violently, even producing faint explosive sounds. In just a few blinks, it returned to calm.

A superpower user, and a very powerful one at that! Xiahou stared intently at the old man's movements, yet he was puzzled inside: why was there not a trace of true essence fluctuation from the old man? Could it be that his ability to perceive was weakened simply because he had just been born?

A pot of green broth emits wisps of steam, as if the steam were living creatures twisting and intertwining in the air

The old man snatched him from the hands of Xiahou's father and with a 'splash' threw him into the boiling soup.

The saber-toothed tiger was captured by the two strong men, and the emaciated old man looked at the wildly struggling beast, which was steaming with heat, and nodded in satisfaction. He pointed his right-hand staff at the fierce tiger and uttered a vague monosyllabic word. The tiger immediately became rigid, its body floating in the air.

The great fire caused the water in the large pot to emit wisps of steam. The frail old man touched the water to gauge its temperature, nodded, and then pulled out a huge black cloth bag from somewhere. He began to toss in handfuls of peculiar herbs, strange insect corpses, and so on, as casually as if he were flipping through a book. The originally clear hot water immediately began to bubble with a myriad of colors, and from time to time, a few scorpions, two or three centipedes, and dozens of spider corpses would rise and tumble within.

"This cannot possibly be China. I have never heard of any village in China that still abuses infants like this." This was Xiahou's last thought

An even more unsettling event occurred that made Xiahou tremble all over

The master of that large hand was kicked hard by Xiahou, yet he erupted into thunderous laughter. The people nearby laughed even more vigorously, seemingly filled with immense joy at Xiahou's vitality

The burly man holding Xiahou finally picked up a piece of soft animal skin and wrapped Xiahou securely in it. He then asked several companions to lift the stone bed along with the woman, and they carried her while humming an unknown strange tune, striding out of the stone house towards a few wooden houses not far away.

The fierce tiger let out an angry roar, revealing two canine teeth that were nearly a foot long. Xiahou let out a cry: "Saber-toothed tiger!" But now, he could hardly speak; he could only emit a few weak hisses from his throat

A deep and resonant roar of a fierce beast echoed, and Xiahou Meng turned his head to look. Two robust men with bluish skin were firmly holding onto a fierce tiger as they approached. The tiger's body measured over four meters in length, its fur a withered yellow, and its eyes glinted with a savage and brutal light, struggling desperately. However, the two men handled it with ease; one held its hind legs while the other grasped its neck, carrying it over effortlessly.

The body was bare, and a chilling air, sharp as a knife, struck directly against the skin, causing Xiahou to involuntarily cry out several times. However, he clearly heard his own voice, which resembled the whimper of an infant. In a state of panic, he forcefully opened his eyes. Before him, a few drops of viscous blood fell, and his first impression was that he was in a spacious room constructed of massive stones, accompanied by the flickering of dim lights. In his ears, the howling wind from outside could still be heard.

The Han men laughed heartily, and the young boys who were doing odd jobs also chuckled foolishly. The women attending to the new mother joined in the laughter as well. Only the old man, resembling a sorcerer, wore an expression of discomfort on his face, as he randomly grabbed a piece of rag and wiped his face vigorously.

However, even now, I can still clearly feel my complete body. Moving my legs, moving my hands, everything is intact. Although I have little strength and my movements are not very large, and I cannot clearly see what is in front of me, my body still exists, and this is beyond doubt. Xiahou thought with some confusion: "Could it be that someone in the organization has mastered the art of soul summoning and has brought my three souls and six spirits into a new body? This is absurd; when a person dies, the light goes out, how can any essence remain?"

Xiahou's father laughed heartily, reached into the still boiling pot, and grabbed Xiahou, who was all red and seemed as if he had been roasted like a piglet, still steaming. He then laughed again and gave a few hard slaps on his backside. The friction between Xiahou's tender skin and the calluses on his father's palm caused such intense pain that the already semi-conscious Xiahou was jolted awake once more

A pitch-black stone knife. The old man wielded the stone knife and cleanly severed the beast's head in one stroke, causing its hot blood to spurt into the large pot. The already colorful poisonous soup was immediately enhanced by a terrifying splash of blood, contrasting with the dim, flickering lights around, creating a rather eerie atmosphere

With his eyes wide open, he watched as a frail old man, shorter by two or three heads than the nearby burly men, approached unsteadily, leaning on a beast bone. The old man wore a smile on his face and casually reached out to playfully poke at Xiahou's private parts, joyfully tugging at them a few times. The old man, with only three or five teeth in his mouth, broke into a wide grin, prompting a burst of laughter from the group of men. The particularly tall, bearded man who was holding Xiahou in his hands gave Xiahou's bottom a few hearty slaps. The old man wore a smile on his face and casually reached out to playfully poke at Xiahou's private parts, joyfully tugging at them a few times. The old man, with only three or five teeth in his mouth, broke into a wide grin, prompting a burst of laughter from the group of men. The particularly tall, bearded man who was holding Xiahou in his hands gave Xiahou's bottom a few hearty slaps.

Unintentionally, Xiahou took a few sips of the greenish soup, and immediately a wave of heat rose from his stomach. Streams of warmth spread along his meridians, and Xiahou clearly felt that his infant body had been enhanced to a certain extent. Moreover, a mysterious power from the soup gradually seeped in, instilling in him a tremendous courage to fight.

The newly born Xiahou revealed a strange smile on his face. This smile startled a group of men nearby into sudden silence, only to immediately erupt into even more fervent laughter

On the first day after Xiahou's birth, the last impression was of hundreds of people gathered around a bonfire, gnawing on roasted meat, dancing and singing, and laughing loudly. Casks of inferior old wine were poured into their stomachs like spring water, and even Xiahou was forced by his father to drink half a bowl in one go. The sharp liquor churned in Xiahou's stomach, causing him to spit up some breast milk and roll his eyes before fainting.

Live on, go back! Perhaps I cannot be with Xiaohua, but I promised her I would return to eat the dog meat she stewed