nashuaworldcup Chapter 269 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 3)
Chapter 269 I Became a Goddess in Africa (Part 3)
Qingmo smacked her lips, then put away the fire in her hand, somewhat bored.
"Damn it, is this old man really that reckless? He's not going to send someone to arrest me, is he?"
Just then, her father rushed over with a group of old black men.
Good heavens! She saw a group of black-headed people surrounding her, each one as thin as a dried corpse, shirtless, dancing. What a bizarre scene!
The old black men danced and chanted strange words, and the surrounding air seemed to quiet down.
After dancing for more than ten minutes, the ceremony was finally over. Then everyone surrounded her, knelt on the ground, and raised their hands above their heads, mimicking Xi Shi holding flowers.
Chief Father: "Thank you for the blessings of the gods, thank you for the descent of the goddess, leading my lip plate tribe to glory."
Qingmo watched all this with a twitching mouth. These idiots are too easy to fool!
No wonder they're only fit to be slaves. If you sold them, you'd probably have to help them count the money.
Since our clansmen have been so kind to us, we can't let them down.
Qingmo stretched out her little hand at the right moment, and a wisp of flame flew out from her palm and landed on the dried excrement not far away. Soon, the excrement caught fire and burned for a long time without going out.
Now, the elders who had been summoned by the chief were completely convinced, their eyes filled with awe.
After all, what the clan chief said was completely different from what they had seen with their own eyes.
Qingmo crossed her arms and suddenly leaped into the air, standing in mid-air, looking down at the crowd with a gaze devoid of joy or sorrow.
She spoke softly: "My people, from this day forward, I am the goddess of my people. I will lead you away from hunger, disease, and attacks from foreign tribes, and increase our population. Rejoice, my people!"
Upon hearing Qingmo's words, the tribespeople erupted in a huge cheer, the sound echoing throughout the entire tribe.
"Yo! Yo! Yo!"
Amidst laughter and cheers, they started dancing again, their faces beaming with smiles, each one grinning like a giant monkey.
The chief immediately ordered his men to slaughter a cow and a sheep, and to hold a bonfire party that evening to announce the good news to the tribe and celebrate properly.
"Father."
"Goddess, what are your orders?"
"I want a house. Build me a big, independent house so I can live by myself."
Upon hearing this, the chief did not immediately agree, but frowned: "Goddess, is it because my wife has not taken good care of me? When she returns, I will punish her severely."
"No, I just need a private space, a quiet environment, so that I can better communicate with the gods."
The chief agreed with her reasoning and immediately went to call the young and strong members of his tribe to repair the house.
Building a house here is very simple; it's all made of mud. The requirements aren't that high either—it just needs to be big, she wants to live in the biggest house in the whole village.
We don't understand either. Why do they insist on making the houses into tiny holes? They only have so many wives and children, can't they just build a big house?
Forget it, if you don't understand, so be it. You don't need to understand.
We didn't plan to settle down here. Although she has a dark complexion, her heart is definitely yellow, purebred.
When the original owner's mother returned and saw that her daughter had become a goddess, she, like everyone else, knelt down and prayed for the goddess's blessing, her eyes filled with awe.
But behind the reverence was a deep sorrow; she felt as if her daughter was gone.
This is the goddess, the goddess who has taken her daughter's place, and her daughter will never come back. She is herself, yet she feels like she is no longer herself.
Here, although there is a preference for sons over daughters, it's not that they don't love their daughters. It's just that women's status is already low, so how can there be talk of love or not love? They are all the same people and have no control over their own destiny.
The house is still under construction, so Qingmo can only stay in the original house for the time being. Of course, her mother no longer lives here; she has moved next door.
As mentioned before, the chief has many properties, so it's no big deal, considering he has over a dozen children.
Living alone is so much easier. Just use a cleaning charm to clean this little house spotless, then pull out a small mattress from the space, tidy it up, and you can sleep.
As for whether it's exposed or not, how big of a deal can it be?
She's practically a goddess, so isn't it normal for her to casually produce something? The fact that she didn't just pull out a house is already considered kind.
The chieftain father specifically instructed that his mother should still take care of her daily life, and the food should be much more upscale.
Oh, there are even chunks of meat and a bowl of wheat porridge, which looks like it's been laced with holy soil. This kind of treatment is something most people don't get. Look at what her mother is eating; she's not even as well off as her.
"Mother, don't bring me food anymore. I won't eat it. Goddesses don't need to eat; I absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth."
Without waiting for her reaction, he turned around and went back to his room.
"Hey, this burger is pretty good, it smells delicious."
The scene shifts, and the dining table is now filled with chicken legs, cola, and hamburgers. Qingmo is eating with great relish, her little dark face buried in the food.
Sure enough, she complained that her skin had darkened and she looked dirty.
From now on, I'll just eat it secretly by myself. It's such a different race, and I just can't get used to the food at all.
The meat was stewed until it was still oozing blood, I don't know how they ate it so deliciously? The skin was so thick, and they ate everything with their hands, they really weren't afraid of getting burned.
"Goddess, what instructions do you have for me?"
This people have a deep faith in the gods, and they naturally revere the identity of Qingmo, the messenger of the gods. Even though the chief is her father, she dares not be disrespectful in the slightest.
“Chief, there’s no need to be so polite. After all, you are the father of this body of mine. I have come here with the will of God.”
“Goddess, please speak, and Dala will certainly do it for you.” His attitude was earnest and devout.
Qingmo smiled with satisfaction, a slight curve to her lips, and then said, "God said that men are impure and cannot lead my Pan Chun clan to glory, so He sent down divine punishment."
"From now on, all men of our clan must have their ears, lips, and bodies bound together. They can no longer have three wives and four concubines. They must serve their wives and daughters wholeheartedly. They will be cursed by the gods and reduced to the lowest of beings."
"Women are no longer allowed to have their lips bound, ears bound, or cut off. A woman may marry multiple husbands, and men will take over the responsibility of caring for the family. This is the decree of the gods. If we do not obey, our people will be destroyed."
After Qingmo finished speaking, the chief's eyes widened in horror.
He was a man, and he naturally knew what this meant—that the roles of men and women would be reversed, and that they would no longer be able to enjoy the rights they currently possessed.
Naturally, he was unwilling, and what kind of image would a man have his lips wrapped in a vault? And what was this about wrapping his body in a vault?
How could he possibly tolerate a woman climbing all over him?
"Goddess, is this the will of the gods or your will? Why has such a punishment been imposed? Our clan has always been diligent and respectful to the gods; this seems rather unfair."
"Ha, Father, are you questioning me? Or are you questioning the gods?"
Too lazy to waste any more words with him, Qingmo raised her hand, and an invisible force firmly gripped the chief's neck.
As her hand tightened, the chief struggled to breathe and was lifted into the air.
At this moment, all the father-daughter affection and the father figure seem to be fake.
The chief struggled desperately, crying, "God... I was wrong... wrong...."
Having taught him a lesson, Qingmo released her grip, and everything returned to calm, as if nothing had happened. Only the chief lay on the ground, breathing heavily.
He had no doubt that if he hadn't admitted his mistake, the goddess would have really killed him.
"I will obey God's will." He prostrated himself on the ground, no longer daring to utter a single word of objection.