The arrival of Su Ya was like a savior for Ling Fan. Su Ya explained to the villagers that Ling Fan could not be a master of the first-down battle. Due to the high status of Su Ya's father in country A, the villagers believed that Ling Fan was not
Although some of the masters who practiced Feitoujiang had seen Ling Fan's Feitoujiang with their own eyes, the village chief also specially invited everyone to his home for dinner in order to apologize.
However, just when everyone was having dinner at the village chief's house, the door of the village chief's house was suddenly opened, and an old man wearing loose clothes and holding a black scepter broke into the village chief's house, with an unusually serious expression and a pair of eyes.
His sharp eyes stared at Ling Fan fiercely, as if he could burn Ling Fan to death with just one pair of eyes.
As soon as he saw this old man, Ling Fan felt unhappy. You must know that he was the one who insisted on burning himself to death, and he even begged for mercy. He was really a hard-hearted old man.
When the village chief saw the old man suddenly barging into the station, he quickly stood up and spoke to the old man (of course, their words were all translated by Su Ya): "Old priest, why are you here? Sit down quickly and let's eat together."
"Hmph, I will not eat with the evil head-down master. Don't be deceived. He is indeed a head-down master who is practicing flying head-down!" The old man shouted, holding a black scepter and pointing at it.
Ling Fan shouted sharply.
"Hey, you bad old man, how many times have I told you that I am not a master of lowering your head, why don't you believe me!" Ling Fan couldn't stand it anymore, so he stood up and shouted at the old man.
"You can deceive others, but you can't deceive my eyes. I am not a head-lowering master, I am a sacrificial master. I can't be wrong." The old man's sharp eyes were fixed on Ling Fan, and he said sinisterly.
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"This is simply unreasonable. I think you must be an old fool!" The glorious tradition of respecting the elderly and caring for the young was now forgotten by Ling Fan. He really couldn't stand this old man who insisted on burning himself to death.
"Old priest, he is my friend. I believe that my friend will never be a head-lowering master. He hasn't even figured out what a head-lowering master is." Su Ya stood up and gave a salute to the old priest and explained.
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"Hmph, I think you have all been deceived by him. You will be killed by him sooner or later. And you, the Onmyoji from China, you better be careful of him." The old priest angrily scolded everyone.
After talking for a while, he finally gave Ling Fan a fierce look, and then left the village chief's house tremblingly. The village chief hurriedly went out to see him off.
"It's really hopeless. I'm so angry!" The thought of being wrongly accused of being the head-dropping master Ling Fan made me very unhappy. He grabbed the pot cake in front of him and started to eat it.
But Gu Rufeng had a solemn expression. He remembered that he didn't seem to tell the villagers that he was an onmyoji. The old man could tell at a glance that he was an onmyoji from China. This vision was too sharp. It is said that with this vision
He is absolutely infallible, but... Lao Gu looked at Ling Fan and saw that Ling Fan was eating pot cakes with big mouthfuls and still chattering about what happened just now. It was impossible. How could he be the evil descendant?
As for the leader, it seems that he has thought too much. Gu Rufeng smiled bitterly and quickly reached out to grab the pot cake with Ling Fan. If he didn't grab it, even the scum would be swept away by the autumn wind by Ling Fan!
After eating and drinking, Ling Fan and others chatted with the village chief. Ling Fan asked the village chief if he knew what happened in this small mountain village. The village chief told Ling Fan that of course he knew that he was a very rich man twenty years ago.
The man gave him a large sum of money and asked him to move the village here. According to the village chief, when a large group of them arrived, the entire village camp was in a mess, and everything was scorched black, as if it had been destroyed.
It was as if someone had set it on fire. It took the villagers nearly half a year just to clean up the broken wood and broken walls.
"Didn't you see a living person at that time?" Ling Fan asked.
The village chief thought for a while and said: "It's not impossible. When I was cleaning up an empty house, I found the burnt body of a woman. At that time, I knew that there had been a fire here, so I didn't notice the woman's body.
Too much panic. When I was sorting out the female corpse, I suddenly found something moving in her arms. I was scared to death at that time. It is quite scary to know that a black female corpse could suddenly move, so I approached the female corpse carefully.
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Just when I was a few steps closer to the female corpse, suddenly a small pink hand stretched out, then a round little head, and then a little baby boy crawled out of the arms of the female corpse.
He was about one year old. Perhaps he was pricked by a wooden thorn on the ground. The little boy started crying, and I quickly picked him up. I was childless, and suddenly I saw a cute little baby boy, and I felt so natural.
I was so happy that I adopted this little baby boy.
But perhaps it was destiny that this little baby boy would not survive. When he was seven years old, he went to play in the mountains with the children in the village. He suddenly lost his footing and fell down the cliff, and never came back. At that time, I
The pain has lasted for a long time and I feel even more uncomfortable every time I think of him." As he spoke, the village chief shed two tears and quickly raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears.
The small mountain village that was completely burned down by the Queen's people did not completely destroy the villagers. At least there was still a little baby boy alive. However, this little baby boy suddenly fell off the cliff when he was seven years old. In this way, what happened to Shuiyun back then
No one knew, and Ling Fan was immediately disappointed, but even if the little baby boy was alive, it might not be helpful, because he was too young and had no idea what happened at the time.
"Oh, what a pity. If he had grown up to this day, he would definitely be as beautiful as his mother." The village chief suddenly sighed.
This exclamation puzzled Ling Fan and asked: "Have you seen the mother of the child? Wasn't she burned at that time?"
The village chief nodded and said: "She was burned to a black mass, but when I was cleaning up the room, I found a well-preserved portrait, which was drawn with charcoal. It was very beautiful, although I don't know if it was that
The woman who was burned to death, but I think she should be the same."
Beautiful woman, wonderful portrait, superb painting skills... This made Ling Fan connect the things together. If his guess was correct, then the person in the portrait was Shui Yun, and the burnt woman was also Shui Yun.
Yun, the person who painted her portrait was naturally the young king, and the baby boy might be the son of the king and Shui Yun. Think about it, the king and Shui Yun lived together for more than a year, and they had a boy who was nearly one year old.
Presumably it is not impossible to have a baby.
"Are there no survivors in the whole village except that little baby boy?" Ling Fan asked unwillingly.
The village chief shook his head: "No, the whole village has been burned down. There are no traces of people anywhere, and there are charred corpses everywhere." When he said this, there was a look of terror in the village chief's eyes.
The scene from that year still replayed in his mind.
The scene described by the village chief replayed in the minds of Ling Fan and others, and everyone fell into a silent silence, as if mourning for those who had passed away.
There was a bang, and something was knocked over on the cabinet in the room. A rat was so frightened that it quickly escaped along the window. The village chief stood up, picked up the knocked over thing, and arranged it.
Ling Fan looked towards that thing and saw that it was a picture frame. He stood up and walked to the cabinet, picked up the picture frame and looked at it carefully. He saw that there was a picture framed on the picture frame, and a little boy was smiling.
Riding on the neck of a middle-aged man, both of them had happy smiles on their faces. The middle-aged man above was the village chief in his youth.
"This was taken when he was seven years old, but not long after the photo was taken, he fell off the cliff..." the village chief said sadly as he gently wiped the frame with his sleeves.
Ling Fan looked at the photo. He stared closely at the little boy riding on the village chief's neck. He always felt that this little boy seemed familiar. He seemed to have seen this little boy somewhere. No, it wasn't.
The little boy, if he is only one year old in twenty years, then he should be at least twenty years old in twenty years. He has not seen this little boy, but he has seen him in twenty years!
Suddenly, a figure flashed through Ling Fan's mind. He thought of a person. Ling Fan pointed at the photo and asked the village chief: "What's your name for this child?"
The village chief was stunned for a moment and said: "Aqif Ganli, what's wrong?"
"Aqif Ganli...oh, it's okay, maybe I'm overthinking it." Ling Fan murmured the name, with a look of disappointment on his face.
It seems that what happened twenty years ago is over. All that is left is Shui Yun's curse before his death. Ling Fan returns to everyone again. Since Shui Yun's matter can no longer be solved, what will happen next?
It's his business. Who is setting him up? If it hadn't been for...he hadn't saved him, I'm afraid he would have been burned into black coal like Shui Yun twenty years ago.
"Young man Ling, think about it carefully. Did you offend any of the masters in the village because of your lack of foresight, so they took action to repair you?" Gu Rufeng stuffed the last piece of pot cake into his mouth and said with a smile.
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"Damn you, you don't have eyesight!" Ling Fan threw a paper ball at his hand towards Lao Gu's long face, and Lao Gu ducked away with a smile.
Su Ya said: "It's impossible. Since Ling Fan accidentally offended a certain Jiangtou master, that Jiangtou master would not punish him in such a vicious way. Generally, there are examples of ordinary people offending a Jiangtou master, but we
Usually it’s just a small punishment, letting him have diarrhea for a week is already serious enough.”
The debate among the people made Ling Fan even more like Monk Zhang Er. Since no one punished him intentionally, and he himself would not fly down at all, then what on earth is going on? Is there really a ghost?!