Chapter 6: Both Real and Illusion, Founding Disciple
"ghost!"
"ghost!!!"
"Ghost!!!"
Jiang Wuji screamed and pulled off the red hood on his head, but what came into view... was his younger sister Jiang Zhiyu.
Again, back again...
Did I start dreaming again?
Jiang Wuji's face was earth-colored, his eyes were trembling, and he had no idea that the red headband in his hand was wet.
"Brother, it's okay, brother, I'm Xiaoyu, Xiaoyu is here."
Jiang Zhiyu softly comforted Jiang Wuji, who was lying on his lap, and his clear eyes were filled with distress.
After a while, Jiang Wuji finally recovered from his fear of the three-inch golden lotus.
"I..." Jiang Wuji wanted to ask himself what was wrong, but found that he was dizzy, his limbs were weak, and he couldn't even summon the breath to speak.
At this time, Jiang Zhiyu said softly: "During the morning sacrifice, you fainted. The village chief said that your body was very hot and you must have contracted a fever."
Fever? Fever?
Jiang Wuji took a closer look at his current state and found that it indeed seemed like he had a fever.
Jiang Zhiyu: "It rained this morning. I found a red headband in your clothes and mixed it with the rainwater to help you cool down."
Jiang Wuji: "So that's it..."
At this moment, a cold voice came.
"What kind of fever? I think he is infected with the plague! Time is running out!" Gou Wa looked at the two brothers and sisters with disgust and fear in his eyes.
"Brother Li is right, Jiang Zhiyu, please stay away from him!"
"Brother Li, tell Uncle Gong whether you can drive Jiang Wuji out?"
"Yes, yes, if I get infected by him, let alone the next sacrifice, I'm afraid I won't be able to see the sun tomorrow."
"You two, just stay there! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"
Everyone said something to each other, and deliberately stayed away from the brother and sister.
A courtyard as big as a palm can separate two worlds.
Obviously, they were all afraid of being infected by Jiang Wuji.
If you get sick at this time, everyone will subconsciously think that you have contracted the plague.
However, Jiang Wuji had no time to pay attention to these people at the moment.
Whether it's fever or plague, it doesn't matter to him. What matters is...
Are you dreaming?
However, the skinny Jiang Zhiyu yelled at Gouwa and the others as if someone had stepped on his tail.
"You have just contracted the plague!"
"If you die, you will die too!"
"My brother will be fine!"
"Zhiyu, please wake up, not just one or two people died from the plague in this town," Gou Wa said.
Jiang Zhiyu: "Bah! Bah, bah, bah! I don't want to talk to people like you!"
Gouwa's face twitched, and he said sullenly: "Uncle Gong will be here soon, and I will ask him to drive you out."
"Sending the God of Plague requires a living sacrifice. If we are all killed by you, how can we send the God of Plague away?"
"Uncle Gong will definitely agree."
"You!" Jiang Zhiyu's body was shaking with anger.
Gou Wa smiled proudly, and his eyes wandered back and forth on Jiang Zhiyu wantonly. He was now "in power", so it was reasonable to go to Jiang Zhiyu by chance, right?
"Don't waste your time with a dog." Jiang Wuji said, taking in the full view of Gou Wa's expression.
"Hel me up."
"Um."
Jiang Zhiyu helped Jiang Wuji up and let him lean against the courtyard wall.
"Wring it out and put it away." Jiang Wuji handed the red cap to his sister. He himself was really weak at the moment, and he didn't even have the strength to wring out the water.
"Haha, even if I'm going to die, I still have to take my sister with me..." Gouwa was still sarcastic.
Jiang Wuji looked at the dog boy and forced a smile: "If the dog barks again, believe it or not, I will spit on you?"
"!!!"
Upon hearing this, Gou Wa and the others immediately shrank and stopped talking.
The courtyard fell into dead silence again.
Looking at the gray sky, Jiang Wuji felt a little dazed.
Is this a dream...
If it is a dream, how do you explain the red head? How do you explain the three-inch golden lotus I saw in the room?
It was hazy and it was noon.
Gong Shan came with people.
Gouwa immediately greeted him with a flattering smile on his face: "Uncle Gong, thank you for your hard work. How about I help you rub your back?"
Gong Shan: "Hit your back?"
Gouwa quickly winked at the other person.
The man seemed to have been prepared and hurriedly climbed up behind Uncle Gong.
"Uncle Gong, sit down." Gouwa patted a little dust on his companion's back with a smile on his face.
Gong Shan nodded with satisfaction and sat down, "You little bastard, you will cause trouble."
Gouwa: "Uncle Gong is so complimentary, so so complimentary."
"Uncle Gong, I have something to discuss with you..." Gou Wa said carefully while rubbing Uncle Gong's shoulders.
"What's the matter? Tell me."
"Can Jiang Wuji be kicked out? What if he infects us..."
Gong Shan: "The village chief asked me to send him back. Do you think I did something wrong? Or did the village chief do something wrong?"
Hearing this, Gou Wa quickly knelt on the ground and kowtowed: "That's not what I meant, that's not what I meant. I'm just afraid that something will happen to everyone because of Jiang Wuji, and the sacrificial event will be ruined!"
Gong Shan frowned, a few acnes sprouted pus.
"How dare you say that!"
"Get away from me!"
Gong Shan kicked the dog and knocked him down: "You are just a dog, do you need a dog to take care of these things? What should we do and you need a dog to teach us?"
"Uncle Gong, I..."
"I'm sorry, I don't dare to do it anymore, I don't dare to do it anymore." Gouwa got up and continued to kowtow, causing his forehead to bleed.
Gong Shan took a sip at Gou Wa, then looked at Jiang Wuji, his eyebrows turned kind: "Wuji, are you feeling better?"
Jiang Wuji: "..."
Gong Shan: "Don't be afraid, I'm just here to visit you. I'm taking care of you. I'm also very heartbroken that you contracted the fever!"
"Are you hungry? Do you want a bowl of porridge?"
As Gong Shan spoke, he brought over a bowl of hot thick porridge from another villager.
There are even some pickles on top!
When everyone saw this, they were surprised and their eyes turned red.
Gou Wa even didn’t understand why Uncle Gong was suddenly so nice to Jiang Wuji!
If he had known earlier, how could he have said what he just said!
Jiang Wuji, who was already hungry, took the thick porridge and took a big sip.
After making sure there was no strange smell, I handed the porridge to my sister.
Jiang Wuji looked at Gong Shan, whose face was covered with pus, and said, "It's better, thank you."
"Oh, why are you so polite to me? If you are hungry from now on, just tell me directly. If there is no big fish or meat, a few bowls of hot porridge will be fine!"
Gong Shan's intention to please is obvious at a glance.
The others stared blankly, completely unaware of what was happening.
Jiang Wuji raised his eyes, waiting for the other party to get down to business.
Gong Shan smiled and said: "Now that you are feeling better, come with me to the ancestral hall."
"Ancestral hall?"
"Yes, the village chief is waiting for you there!"
"village head?"
"After the sacrifice this morning, the village chief suddenly said that he wanted to recruit a founding disciple! Now, he asked me to take you there again."
Jiang Wuji was a little confused: "What do you mean?"
"Oh my little ancestor, isn't this clear?"
Gong Shan's pus flowed to his chin.
"Village chief, I want to accept you as my disciple!"
