Zheng Huishan naturally did not understand Song Yu's words. He hesitated for a long time and asked stumblingly: "Sir, sir...who is science? What about his incense offerings..."
"It's not that much of a mess." Song Yu paused, suddenly feeling suffocated by being asked a hundred thousand reasons: "You go back first and have a good rest. I believe you don't want your grandson to find out after he recovers that he has lost his last
My relative wants him to see a healthy grandpa, right?"
In the past, Zheng Huishan would not have trusted Song Yu. But now Qinghe Town is in a commotion because of the strange ghosts and evil gods. The Ping An Department where Song Yu is located, which was once considered a useless yamen, has really protected the people.
Peace.
Zheng Huishan thought like this, and then glanced at his little grandson on the bed. The talisman bound him tightly, and the ups and downs of his chest were barely visible. But who is Song Yu? He is the manager of the Security Department, and what he said is what the official said.
. He also gave a large sum of money to each citizen of Qinghe Town. How generous was that? Would someone with such a wealthy family still want to lie to an old man like him?
Zheng Huishan gritted his teeth and kowtowed three times: "Your Excellency is so kind to our old Zheng family..."
"Go back, go back." Song Yu sighed: "Believe me, I promise to send your grandson back well."
This time Zheng Huishan stopped talking. Although his figure was still stooped, his steps were not so staggering. He sat down in front of his grandson's bed again. He felt uneasy when he was not here.
Song Yu shook his head, turned around and walked out of the room. As soon as he opened the door, he caught the eyes of Du Anchen and Xie Nanshi. They obviously heard what they just said, but due to the presence of the old man, they did not speak for a while. Song Yu
He couldn't help but swallowed at the paper bag Du Anchen was holding in his hand.
What a delicious roast chicken!
Song Yu turned around and closed the door behind him, couldn't wait to say "thank you", and reached out to get it. In his mind, roast chicken was not a little potion to improve his status. For Song Yu at this moment, this would not make him impeached.
The delicious food in the window is very virtuous. Unfortunately, Du Anchen has no intention of being virtuous. She put the roast chicken behind her and her tone was full of doubt and distrust: "You just promised to save that child?"
"I had to try my best to save him, and I didn't say any lies." Song Yu's eyes were already glued to the roast chicken.
Du Anchen seemed a little angry and refused to let Song Yu succeed: "You'd better really have a way. His grandson has become the skin arranged by the evil god. It's already very pitiful. If he finds out that you are deceiving him, what will happen to a person?"
It is too cruel for an old man."
Song Yu could never get even half a step closer to the roasted chicken, and his eyes couldn't help but feel resentful.
Cruel? But wasn't it the old man himself who really caused such a tragedy? It's not like Song Yu pressed people in front of the double-faced ghost statue and kowtowed: "In short, I want to destroy the reputation and belief of the evil god in Qinghe Town first. Finally,
The most convenient thing is to let them change the object of their faith. It is very suitable for me, or the Department of Safety, to take on this role of rescuing people. As for what to do after the evil god is eliminated, you still have to use tricks. I can't tell you everything now.
plan of."
"Is it impossible to tell, or not at all?" Du Anchen sharply exposed Song Yu's lies, sneered, turned around and left with the roast chicken.
The roasted chicken flew... flew away, and Song Yu was filled with sadness. He thought he had bought Du Anchen's cooperation with money, but now he felt that Du Anchen always seemed to have an inexplicable hostility towards him - it was really strange, a week's time
There was nothing special at all. This thought made Song Yu even hungrier, and his stomach made a protest sound.
Xie Nanshi always knew more than Du Anchen. Therefore, although he could not quite accept Song Yu's attitude towards other people, he was still more understanding than Du Anchen. He thought for a while, then opened his share of food for
Song Yu handed over a steamed bun: "Are you sure?"
Song Yu took the buns with gratitude and piety. As expected, the little Taoist priest was the most reliable. Moved, Song Yu wanted to rush over and give this good "brother" a bear hug to express his excitement, but
The good "brother" obviously didn't appreciate it very much. With a wave of his Taoist robe, he retreated a few meters away from the Song Dynasty.
Song Yu sniffed and returned to his serious state to reply to Xie Nanshi's question: "I can't say I'm completely sure."
However, Qiaoyi's weird situation can be saved by him using a set of red pills. For a child with congenital deficiencies, if he looks through the pills on his body and has the ability to ensure that the child can eat well and drink well, it shouldn't be a problem.
Bar?
Song Yu finished speaking with tears in his eyes and was about to take his first bite of the meal today, when a yellow-green shadow suddenly hit Song Yu's face. It was the parrot named Yuan Fang.
Even though Yuan Fang was not big, his impact was strong. At that moment, Song Yu almost felt that he was going to be disfigured.
"Bad guy, I want to starve the bird to death! Bad guy, I want to starve the bird to death!" Yuan Fang slapped Song Yu's face with her wings reluctantly to repay the sorrow of being cut off from water and food. The next moment she saw Song Yu
With the big bun in his hand, he plunged forward and took out a large piece of skin: "Mine! Mine!"
After it finished speaking, before Song Yu could react, it flew out with the meat bun in its mouth.
This parrot is usually taken care of by Qiaoyi. After Qiaoyi fell into a coma, everyone was busy exterminating the evil god, so naturally they forgot about it. Song Yu was still a little guilty at first, and was not prepared to care about the revenge of it.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned around, my food would suffer.
"That's my bun!"
He only had so little food in his stomach, and there were still birds coming to fight with him! Isn’t it so unreasonable?! Song Yu was furious for a moment, and rushed directly towards Yuan Fang, who had not yet flown far, fighting each other with one bird and one person.
.For a moment, dust and bird feathers flew together, but the bun had already rolled into the corner.
…
Song Yu's method was still effective. After three days, even through the spell, you could feel that the evil god was weakening visibly with the naked eye. It was obvious that the faith gained was decreasing.
This evil god has been dormant in Qinghe Town for many years, waiting to use the power of faith to reshape his body, and then devour the entire population of Qinghe Town to strengthen himself with flesh and blood.
Originally, the power of faith collected by the evil god was almost enough, otherwise he would not have started to devour believers. However, due to Song Yu and Nanchen's efforts, an unknown amount of power of faith was consumed, and the new supply was obviously not enough.
As for this evil god, he can't even break the charm attached to the child, and at best he can only be incompetent and furious.
But it has weakened, but it has not disappeared completely. Even in the past seven days, it has not diminished. However, Zheng Huishan's calls day and night have had results. Last night, Xiaoxi really broke away from the evil god's control and regained consciousness for a moment, although it was very difficult.
It will soon be invaded by evil gods again, but at least there is hope.
But I just hope that if the source of belief cannot be completely cut off, Xiaoxi's soul will be completely devoured by the evil god sooner or later.
Song Yu took the 10,000 wish lists compiled by his subordinates and fell into melancholy. He still underestimated this group of people.
PC, everyone has different wishes.
To be honest, I hope that there will be a good harvest, a good job, or that the children in the family can read and write. With the help of the squire, he also funded the vigorous construction of schools and other facilities. It can be said that he has been busy during this period.
His feet never touched the ground.
The difficulty is those desires that transcend reality, such as hoping to be happy with Lin'er - he is not a gift to Guanyin; hoping that his deceased family members can be reborn - this is even more nonsense, he does not have the ability to compete with the king of hell for his life...
...No, if we can contact outside programmers, maybe we can do it.
Of course, if he can really contact outside programmers, the first thing he must do is to leave the game! Song Yu held up his wish and couldn't laugh or cry at the same time. He still thought of things like faith too simply, and his family was rich.
, a smooth life cannot really fill the desire gap.
Xie Nanshi has always seen Song Yu's busyness and difficulties during this period. He never thought that the evil god could be solved so easily. Otherwise, he should have got rid of him on the first night, so for
He accepted this result very well and even considered the possibility of asking Master to come down the mountain.
"No! I don't believe it!" Song Yu suddenly slammed the table. As a modern man with five thousand years of history, he firmly believes that no belief can be changed. If the scientific path does not work, then the unscientific path will be followed.
Come on. He still doesn’t believe that an evil god can be more awesome than him!
…
At three o'clock in the morning, Song Yu took the list he had finally compiled and dragged Xie Nanshi and Du Anchen out of the Security Department in a hurry. He took the lead and looked like a cult leader who came out to patrol the streets with his "protectors".
The moment he stepped out of the Ping An Department threshold, a parrot fell from the sky and hit Song Yu directly on top of his head. The hit made his head tilt and almost broke his neck. Song Yu lost his momentum and reluctantly took down the parrot.
Put it on your shoulders.
"Let's go." After adjusting, Parrot Song Yu returned to a high-spirited state. He has selected this list many times, and now there are only dozens of people left. He can finish the work in two or three days with hard work.
"You said you found a way, which is to go door to door..." Du Anchen's voice paused, and she always felt that there should be two more words after it.
Song Yu added nonchalantly: "Door-to-door pyramid schemes."
"MLM!" Yuan Fang flapped her wings and repeated Song Yu's words. It had been uneasy sitting on Song Yu's shoulders. It felt that it was not flat enough and not as comfortable as the top of its head. At this moment, Kung Fu fluttered back to the top of Song Yu's head. Now it is missing.
Qiaoyi helped Song Yu tie his crown. Song Yu had simply tied his hair behind his head these days, and the free space on his head was naturally occupied by Yuan Fang.
But with its flapping, Song Yu's hair suffered a disaster and turned into a chicken coop in minutes.
"Yuan! Fang!" Song Yu couldn't comb his hair, but that didn't mean he could accept going out with a chicken coop on his back! He caught the parrot in his hand, nodded his hand and nodded the bird's beak: "Sooner or later I'll stew you!
"
"Help! Someone wants to eat the bird! Help! Eat the bird!"
"Stop shouting, no one will save you even if you shout till your throat is broken!"
Looking at the noisy man and bird next to him, Xie Nanshi silently stepped back, then retreated again, trying his best to pretend to be a stranger who happened to be on the same road but didn't know each other. He successfully gained a man and a bird.
The resentful look he cast after the truce.
"We're here." Xie Nanshi avoided looking and pointed to the door on the right.
Song Yu looked over and saw the familiar door.
The first family they chose was the Zhang family, which had just lost someone in their family.