Cai Gen remembered that Tong Aijia was the first generation grandpa.
God of Fishing, Ezhenbeile, Guanshanle.
Who is Lang Mintao's family?
Yes, it’s Jushebel, the hunting god.
Who else are the ancestors of shamanism?
Tong Aijia introduced it to herself in detail last time, but she didn't take it seriously and turned around and forgot about it.
If you say that the big flat face is just for fun, then reaching the level of ancestors and gods is the capital of shamanism to survive.
In this world of thin spiritual energy, being able to summon ancestors to control whales at will is like a fairy from Neptune.
"Uncle Guan, the whale pulls the boat, is the whale useless?
Can a tourist route be opened?
No, I was joking.
It's all thanks to you this time, otherwise we wouldn't be able to go to Iceland.
It is said that visa and passport issues are very troublesome.”
Guan Shanle took out the wine bag from his waist. It was made of unknown animal leather. It was all coated with starch and polished until it shined.
He opened the cork and took a sip into his mouth. The smell of alcohol spread quickly.
"What's the trouble? Lang Mintao said you were going to Iceland for business, so I asked you to help.
That's my territory, can you watch it?
It's just that I was in a hurry and unprepared when I arrived.
So I found a sunken ship, which is a bit crude, hehe, hehe."
Shipwreck?
It was indeed a shipwreck.
Who's wrong, driving an old antique like this on the sea?
Everyone can drive away whales and pull boats, but how about salvaging a sunken ship?
Cai Gen thought about it, if he had this skill, he could just salvage some sunken ships in the sea, and the world's richest man would have to be replaced, right?
It is definitely a good way to start a business and get rich.
It seems that shamanism is really quite pragmatic.
Lang Mintao runs a gold mine, and Guan Shanle does fishing. They are both serious and profitable businesses.
There is also Tong Aijia, the professional Neptune, and the scumbag Ben Nan, who are also great people.
"Um, really Baylor, a whole bite?"
After Guan Shanle finished speaking, he threw the wine bag to Ezhenbeile on the whale.
Erzhenbeile didn't even turn his head, he caught the wine bag, took a bold gulp of it, and threw it back.
From a distance of dozens of meters, I watched dozens of kilograms of wine bags flying with unusual precision.
Cai Gen's attention was all on the flying wine bags, and he suddenly wandered away.
Iceland is Guanshanle’s territory.
Guan Shanle is the master of shamanism.
As soon as I released the international version of Sharing Children, I already had customers in Iceland.
So, this matter has nothing to do with Guan Shanle, and I wouldn’t believe it even if I beat Cai Gen to death.
"Mr. Guan, when did you Guarjias arrive in Iceland?
Have you been there for many years?
Which ancestral witch is he guarding?"
Guan Shanle was stunned when he was asked, and laughed.
"Cai Gen, you are really giving me a hard time. I don't know how many years it has been.
Before that land was called Iceland, we had lived there.
As for which ancestral witch is being guarded?
Do you still need to ask?"
Why don't you need to ask?
Cai Gen felt that Guan Shanle was flattering him a bit.
I really don’t know.
Then he laughed and lit a cigarette for Guan Shanle.
I also took a sip and my mind became much clearer.
Since I won’t say anything, let’s move on to the next question.
"Uncle Guan, which world are you guarding in Iceland?
It’s not that I’m arbitrarily guessing, but this routine is actually a bit old.
Doesn’t every shamanistic ethnic group guard an ancestral shaman?
Doesn’t every ancestral witch guard Luo Luan in a world?
In Xuecheng, it is Jinzu Gaiqiu who guards the world of Lashi.
In Taiqinggou, it was Shuizu Gonggong, and the people guarding it were their Gonggong clan.
What kind of chaos is Iceland?
Anyway, I'm already on the boat, just give me the answer.
Save me and go catch you blind."
Guan Shanle's originally smiling face suddenly became serious.
"Cai Gen, since you get straight to the point, I won't hide it.
Our situation in Iceland is a bit different from that of Syracuse.
You will know when you get to the place, and it is useless to say more."
What the hell are you?
Cai Gen really wants to curse.
He clearly said that he would not hide it, but in the end Mao did not say anything and insisted on exploring it himself.
"Uncle Guan, why do you bother?
If you have something to say, just say it directly, why bother making so many detours?
They buy shared childcare services for the elderly, and they also beat and kill them.
It costs a lot of money to hire so many actors, right?
Waste or not?”
Guan Shanle didn't expect Cai Gen to be such a talkative person and was a little impatient.
"Cai Gen, I didn't spend any money."
Why is this old man so stubborn?
Cai Gen is also a little more serious.
I originally wanted my heart to illuminate the moon, but the old man didn't follow the path.
"Uncle Guan, do you dare to say that you didn't pay for the child-sharing service fees for those old men and women in Iceland?"
Guan Shanle really didn't understand why Cai Gen bothered with these details.
Since you, Cai Gen, are serious, let’s all be serious together.
Maybe this is Cai Gen's way of communication?
"I didn't pay for it, I didn't spend a penny.
I swear to Zhen Baylor, it was definitely not me who spent the money."
Ouch?
Cai Gen immediately became confused.
Did I blame him wrongly?
Isn’t this the Lang Mintao route?
First use the business of sharing children to attract themselves, and then wait for themselves to take the initiative to help them solve the problems left over from history. In the end, everyone is happy and the stupid boy is in vain.
He stared at Guan Shanle suspiciously, constantly speculating on the credibility of his words.
"Cai Gen, I swore on the ancestor god, and you still don't believe me?
If we continue, we won't be able to be friends.
If you say you don’t believe it, then I will leave immediately and take Ezhenbeile with me.”
Cai Gen immediately caught Guan Shanle with a smile on his face.
"Uncle Guan, why are you so impatient?
There are so many coincidences, and there have always been too many coincidences.
So, the chaos in Iceland has nothing to do with you?"
Guan Shanle also laughed along with Cai Gen and shook his head.
"Of course it has something to do with me, otherwise why would I go to Syracuse when it's so far away?
Do you think I am very idle?"
Cai Gen almost choked to death because of the old man in front of him. If he hadn't seen the ancestral marks on his head and body, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to beat him, and he would have really wanted to kick him into the sea.
"Uncle Guan, you obviously just swore that you didn't spend any money.
Why are we saying that we have something to do with you now?"
Guan Shanle felt that it was a bit difficult to communicate with Cai Gen.
Why do you always get hung up on those unnecessary little details?
"Cai Gen, let me say it again, I really didn't spend any money.
I didn’t even spend any money on shared child care services.
Do you understand now?"
ah?
Is it really not him?
Is it natural traffic and acquiring customers?
Cai Gen suddenly felt happy.
The international version of Sharing for Children is very popular.
"By the way, I didn't spend any money, how could I have any money?
You share children and you don't accept sealskin.
The service fee was all paid by Lang Mintao, it was her money.
He also said that I borrowed it without any interest.
Grandma, Guan Shanle has never borrowed money from anyone since I grew up.
To put it more clearly, I have never spent any money growing up."
Damn it, Cai Gen's big heart can't stand such a sharp turn.
He grabbed Guan Shanle's wine bag and imitated their example and drank heavily.
Then, Cai Gen felt that the wine was as hot as lava.
The smell of alcohol went down to my stomach and rebounded directly to the top of my head.
The seven blood fountains reappeared, spraying so high that it was quite spectacular.