Ning Yue and others naturally felt that something was wrong with Wang Simin's words. Han Sanqian's life and death were unknown, but she brought up the bet at this time. However, thinking that she was Sanqian's friend and Sanqian's current whereabouts were unknown, she found it difficult to accept it.
That's understandable.
"Shaoxia Han died with the monster to save our village. Regardless of whether there was a bet or not, the people of our village will be extremely grateful. Don't say a thing, even if it means my life, you can take it at any time." Old Villager
The chief said without hesitation.
"Okay, happy." Wang Simin finished speaking, then took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to the old village chief's hand.
The old village chief glanced at Wang Simin doubtfully, and then quickly opened the note.
However, when he opened the note, the old village chief was suddenly shocked, and even the note in his hand couldn't help but fall to the ground.
Lei Gong and other elderly people in the village couldn't help but look at the paper that fell on the ground. The paper was slightly opened, and a pattern was vaguely visible on it.
Ningyue and others could not see clearly what the pattern on it looked like, but the group of old men behind the old village chief were almost as shocked as the old village chief.
"You...who are you?" The old village chief suddenly raised his head and looked at Wang Simin in panic.
Wang Simin's expression did not change: "Old village chief, are you willing to admit defeat? You won't break your promise, right?"
The old village chief was immediately furious, but after a second thought, he nodded: "Thunder Lord."
"Village chief, please do not give these things to others." Lei Gong hurriedly dissuaded him.
"Yes, village chief, this thing must not be given to outsiders."
On the side, several old men also urged him.
"The people in my village must keep their promises, how can they betray their promises?" the old village chief shouted dissatisfied.
"The bet is that Han Sanqian will come back with the yellow sand monster, or Han Sanqian will kill the yellow sand monster and come back. Now, the yellow sand monster is dead, but Han Sanqian has not returned. This bet may not be
We lost." Lei Gong said.
"It is precisely because Han Sanqian failed to come back and use his own life to eliminate the harm for us that we should meet their demands. This is unreasonable, but it is true." The old village chief said angrily.
After talking, several old men looked at each other and stopped talking.
"Okay, I've made up my mind, no need to say more, Lei Gong, go get the things." The old village chief said firmly.
Lei Gong sighed, nodded, turned and walked outside the house.
Ning Yue and the others looked at me, and I looked at you, but they were speechless for a moment.
After a while, Lei Gong hurried back with something covered in black cloth in his hand.
The old village chief nodded and looked at Wang Simin: "Girl, this is what you want."
Looking at the things that were brought to them, the villagers talked a lot. Even they had no idea what they were being brought to the table.
They were like this, not to mention Ningyue and the others, they all looked at the thing in Lei Gong's hand, which was quite strange.
They really didn't understand how Wang Simin could ask for something at this time, let alone what exactly Wang Simin wanted, which made the village chief and a group of old people collectively dumbfounded.
How can a person who has come from afar and never been masked know what is in this village?!
This is really strange and difficult to understand.
Wang Simin glanced at the old village chief and nodded, raised his hand slightly, and then directly pulled away the black cloth on the thing.
As the black cloth was suddenly opened and dust filled the air, what was hidden under the black cloth was suddenly revealed to everyone...
