After tossing and turning for nearly a whole night, it wasn't until just before dawn that Liang's condition finally stabilized, and he drifted into a deep sleep.
Han Cheng stayed here for a while, seeing that Liang seemed fine, and gestured quietly to the Eldest Senior Brother and others who had stayed up all night in the room, discreetly arranging things.
He arranged for someone to replace Liang's spouse to watch over him here, letting the others go back to rest.
The Eldest Senior Brother and others asked anxiously about Liang's condition. After learning from Han Cheng that Liang was fine, they went to sleep relieved.
Han Cheng led the sleepy Bai Xue to his room.
This girl, Han Cheng asked her to go back to sleep, but she refused and insisted on staying with Han Cheng here. Later, unable to resist sleepiness, Han Cheng let her sleep on another kang in the room.
At this time, it was the coldest part of the day, and it felt freezing outside the house.
Bai Xue tightly held Han Cheng's hand, trembling either from cold or fear, her body shivering.
In the future, he didn't think much of the ancestors in the myths and legends.
Now that he had returned to primitive times and experienced these things firsthand, he deeply appreciated the hardships of his ancestors.
With knowledge and experience spanning countless millennia, he still struggled to progress in this era and faced obstacles everywhere.
He wondered how those ancestors struggled and stepped out of the wilderness, paving the way for a glorious path.
He wondered how many people like Liang had fallen on this increasingly glorious and broad path.
Pangu, Kuafu, Nuwa, Shennong, Fuxi... these famous ancestors, and many more unnamed ancestors who fought against the heavens and the earth...
The hardships he experienced in the future and now were insignificant compared with those experienced by those ancestors who cleared the way.
The few lonely stars disappeared as the sky gradually brightened, and the earth was still immersed in darkness.
Bai Xue, shaking a bit from the cold, shook Han Cheng, staring blankly at the sky, and whispered.
Han Cheng collected his wandering thoughts. With emotions still stirring in his heart, he reached out to Bai Xue Mei's braids, shook them, and held Bai Xue’s hand as they walked back into the room.
They noticed a faint light coming through the crack when they reached the door.
Han Cheng pushed the door open with a puzzled expression, only to see a dim light inside the room.
In front of the totem pole placed against the back wall, between the hastily arranged couplet "The Great Heavenly God of the Green Sparrow, as fast as an edict," someone was kneeling in prayer.
Looking at the figure from behind, the Shaman had already returned to the room. He should be sleeping.
After a moment of hesitation, Han Cheng's nose tingled.
He hadn't slept all night and felt uncomfortable all over.
But this old man, the Shaman, had been kneeling here praying for nearly a whole night!
Han Cheng called out.
After pausing for a moment as if ending his prayer, the Shaman turned his head and smiled at Han Cheng.
He tried to get up, but failed.
Han Cheng and Bai Xue Mei hurried forward to help the Shaman up slowly.
Sitting on the wooden stool with great effort, the Shaman asked about Liang's condition without even rubbing his almost numb legs.
Han Cheng sniffed and said.
The Shaman smiled happily.
"Shaman, you can't pray overnight in the future," Han Cheng said seriously, massaging Shaman's legs.
The Shaman smiled, "I can't do anything else..."
Unable to do anything else, he knelt all night, despite his old age, praying to the gods with his sincere heart, seeking blessings for the tribe.
Han Cheng sniffed, pointed to the totem pole, then to his chest, and said seriously to the Shaman, "You can't pray all night. The gods said so. Even the gods need to sleep."
The Shaman opened his mouth, looking surprised and astonished. He obviously did not expect that the mighty gods also needed to sleep.
"The gods, like us, need to sleep. If you pray to the gods all night and they can't sleep."
Han Cheng said earnestly.
The Shaman was not young anymore; if this continued for a long time, his body might not be able to bear it.
Regular persuasion wouldn't work to convince him to stop, so Han Cheng, wearing the halo of the Divine Child, brought out the banner of the gods.
This big banner was indeed effective. The Shaman was speechless for a while and then went along with it.
Han Cheng and Bai Xue helped the Shaman move around the room for a while, then helped him onto the bed. After he fell asleep, Han Cheng and Bai Xue returned to their room and went to bed.
Lying on the bed and holding Bai Xue, Han Cheng fell asleep after a while.
By this time, it was already bright outside.
Bai Xue Mei slept for a while last night, so she wasn't sleepy now.
She didn't move. Obediently held by Han Cheng, she blinked her eyes and looked seriously at her "godlike" brother, who was not much older than herself.
At this moment, Han Cheng, who seemed omniscient and omnipotent, indeed looked like an underage boy.
For some reason, Bai Xue Mei suddenly felt uncomfortable. She hugged Han Cheng's hand tighter and pressed her body closer to him...
Han Cheng woke at noon and saw Bai Xue’s two bright eyes in his arms.
He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.
Without washing up, Han Cheng went to see Liang first.
Liang's condition had stabilized, and he was still asleep. Han Cheng finally felt relieved after asking about the person watching over him and learning some information.
In the afternoon, Liang woke up and, despite his weak condition, insisted on washing up first.
Afterward, he reluctantly drank a bowl of meat soup, finally fully recovering.
"Are you scared?" Han Cheng asked him.
Liang originally wanted to shake his head, but after some thought, he nodded.
"Do you regret it?" Liang thought for a moment and shook his head vigorously.
"Will you dare to do it again in the future?" Han Cheng asked with a smile.
"I will!" Liang nodded vigorously.
"Try it again after a while."
He smiled somewhat nervously and said.
Han Cheng patted him on the shoulder and didn't say anything more.
Han Cheng had something else in his hand, specifically a plant.
This plant belonged to a low-lying type, about the size of a bowl, when lying on the ground.
It was deep green, with slightly elongated leaves, and the root stems underneath were brownish-yellow. When broken, a thick, yellowish sap oozed out.
Liang was poisoned after ingesting the juice flowing from the roots of this plant.
Han Cheng didn't recognize this type of plant. He hadn't seen it in the future, but now it had a name: Poison Liang Grass.