Yang Fan rode out of the town. When he left the town, he felt that the haze above his head was lessened.
"There's something weird about this place."
He couldn't help but stir up his soul, and a golden light flashed between his eyes.
Buzz.
At that moment, he seemed to see that the entire town was enveloped in an extremely thick and vicious air, thick and dark.
It looked vaguely like a giant poisonous clam sitting on it.
It’s about ten meters long, like a hill!
But there are golden ribbons fluttering back and forth around its body, and the source of the golden ribbons actually comes from several directions around it, one of which comes from this small town. .??.
Whoosh.
Perhaps feeling that he was being spied on, the giant poisonous clam seemed to be about to open its eyes, so Yang Fan quickly withdrew his gaze.
When he is unable to determine the details of the other party, it is better not to act rashly.
However, how could such a peaceful town have the aura of such a monster? Thinking about the performance of the young men in the town, he had a vague idea.
Clap the horse with a long whip.
Yang Fan came to the river. There was a long row of thatched houses along the river. The houses looked dilapidated. It was hard to imagine that this would be on the outskirts of Shendu.
It can be seen that people's livelihood is in decline.
When he arrived at the river, Yang Fan dismounted and walked.
After knocking on two houses, Yang Fan finally determined Zhao's location and led his horse to find it.
From a distance, I saw the house that the villagers were talking about. I saw a big willow tree in front of Zhao's house, lush and green, like a canopy.
As Yang Fan approached, he saw an old woman using a cane to go out.
She was struggling to carry a small bucket in her hand.
His face was full of wrinkles and bloodless, his hair was mostly gray, and his eyes seemed to have some problems. He walked cautiously, his body was curled up, and he looked dry and thin.
"Zhao?"
Yang Fan was slightly startled, but still asked tentatively.
Who would have thought that when the old woman heard the strange voice, her face Se was startled at first, and then the bucket in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
She staggered and was about to retreat, but her legs and feet were not convenient and she was about to fall to the ground.
"careful."
Yang Fan flashed and supported her.
And he could clearly feel the other person shaking violently.
At the same time, a look of fear and panic appeared on her face, and she said anxiously: "I have already paid the tribute for this month..."
"worship?"
Yang Fan was stunned.
The old woman Zhao seemed to have noticed something, and asked cautiously: "Aren't you here to collect the offerings?"
Yang Fan's gaze swept across her face, looking at the pair of cloudy and lifeless eyes, he sighed: "I'm not a collector, I'm here to find someone. Are you Zhao? The mother of Zhao Lianchang?"
Snapped.
The old woman's expression suddenly became excited, and then she turned pale: "You, how do you know my son? Where is he? Is he alive or dead?"
"He's still alive."
Yang Fan confirmed the identity of the old woman, breathed a sigh of relief, made some brief inquiries, and finally figured out the cause of the matter.
It turns out that Zhao Lianchang was born into a scholarly family, and his father was a righteous scholar. However, he committed suicide for unknown reasons, leaving only a mother and son dependent on each other.
Originally, the family had a small amount of money, and although life was poor, it was not unbearable. But suddenly a news spread that Zhao Lianchang's father was targeted by Jin Yiwei and committed suicide out of fear. For a time, the Zhao family's situation suddenly became difficult.
stand up.
For the sake of her son, Mrs. Zhao had no choice but to sell her business at a low price, go to Shendu to make a living, and finally settled in Yongfeng Town on the southern outskirts of Shendu.
Unexpectedly, not long after Zhao Lianchang arrived in Yongfeng Town, he suddenly left without saying goodbye. This made Zhao feel heartbroken. She searched hard but found no news. She almost cried her eyes out because of this.
even town
The Master also spread rumors that he was a rebellious son for abandoning his mother.
However, Ms. Zhao always believed that there must be a reason for her son to run away from home, and she never gave up hope of finding her son.
While investigating her son's whereabouts, she accidentally broke her leg. She had no money for medical treatment and suffered a permanent injury, so she had to use crutches.
Now that she heard the news that her son was still alive, Mrs. Zhao's eyes shed muddy tears: "My son, is my son okay?"
Even after enduring so many hardships, she was most concerned about her son's condition.
Yang Fan sighed inwardly and said: "Don't worry, he is fine. I came here today just to visit you as entrusted by him."
"Really?"
Mrs. Zhao was surprised and happy.
It's not that she has never doubted Yang Fan's identity, but she knows her own affairs. She is just an old woman with disabled legs and blind eyes. There is really no one else to worry about.
At this time, Yang Fan also asked about the situation in the town.
"I wonder what the offering was that Madam just mentioned? Also, when I came here, I saw that every house in the town was closed, and there weren't even many people around. I don't know why?"
As soon as Yang Fan's question came out, Zhao's expression suddenly changed.
"Silence!"
She looked around nervously with her half-blind eyes. When she was sure there was no sound around, she pulled Yang Fan into the house.
Zhao groped and sat down, sighing: "To be honest, this offering suddenly appeared in the past six months. It is said that there is a mountain god on Daqing Mountain not far from the town, who can move clouds, spread rain, and bless peace. Many villagers actually went there.
Bye, whoever thought it would cause big trouble."
"It's easy to ask God but hard to send him away."
"This mountain god actually requires nearby towns to support his statue, and to offer sacrifices and blood food every month. Otherwise, we will have no food and no harvest, and starve to death everywhere!"
"At first, everyone didn't believe it, but before harvesting the grain, a strange rain came and the grain was spoiled, so everyone had to choose to support this mountain god." Mrs. Zhao finished telling the story with a sigh on her face.
Yang Fan's expression turned cold and he asked, "Does the government not care?"
An evil spirit came to the world, claiming to be a mountain god, to deceive the people. When he made such a noise, he couldn't believe that the nearby officials didn't know about it!
A bitter smile appeared on Zhao's face: "The government? We are just a group of ordinary people with no foundation. How can they care about our life and death?"
"Damn it!"
Yang Fan's expression changed slightly.
Immediately, two frightening and stern colors appeared in his two eyes.
But when he thought of something, he slowly calmed down and said, "Madam, it's getting late. If you have anything else to clean up, I'll help you clean it up, and I'll take you back to the Capital of Gods."
"No, I can't leave. I'll get into trouble if I leave."
Unexpectedly, Zhao's expression changed and she actually rejected Yang Fan's proposal.
"Causing trouble? The so-called mountain gods are just some monsters and monsters. How dare they even become gods? Besides, don't you want to be reunited with your son?"
Yang Fan frowned.
Mrs. Zhao was struggling, but her desire to reunite with her son overcame her fear and she agreed.
At this time, Yang Fan had already hung a small flatbed cart behind the horse. He pulled up Zhao and led the horse towards the direction of Shendu.
"Wait, wait! You are not allowed to leave!"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, a group of young men from the town appeared with sticks in their hands, and stopped in front of the two of them with stern and sinister expressions.
"Ms. Zhao, you are confused! Do you want to kill all of us?"
The middle-aged man who had been answering Yang Fan's questions carefully just now had a different expression at this moment. He was holding a strange statue as big as a palm in his hand and started to ask sternly.
"As for you, now that you're here, don't leave!"
He looked at Yang Fan, and when his eyes glanced at Yang Fan's BMW and long knife, a hint of greed flashed through his eyes.