Cheng Weihua's expression was serious, "Sixteen years ago, all I knew until the end was that the ritual of summoning the evil god was indeed destroyed by us, and the evil god never came out in the end, but I still can't figure it out."
He bit the sponge filter on his cigarette and said, "If Zhaodi is really still in the seal, then why is Ajiu outside?"
Feng Zhaodi is the name of the former high priest.
Cheng Weihua had no time to save Feng Zhaodi and was returned to "hell".
He spent the next three years looking for a way to return to the dungeon world he had experienced.
This time he finally succeeded.
But when it comes to understanding Fenggu Village, that's as far as he goes.
Wang Quan even knew more than him about some things.
For example, what exactly is that "evil god"?
What else could it be? A strong wind.
It’s written all over the dating apps.
But what kind of blind date is this? It’s really like a blind date with a monster...
Would you like me to have a figure similar to that of the Ghost Bride?
Animal ears and wings are not unacceptable.
But looking at it this way, it seems that the strong wind must be released.
And it really had to be pulled out of the body of the former high priest Feng Zhaodi, otherwise it would always feel weird.
But Zhaodi...this name is really down to earth.
And what Cheng Weihua said really needs to be investigated.
Ajiu is fifteen years old this year and has the same white hair.
Then why is she outside?
Either something happened at the altar, or Ajiu actually has nothing to do with Feng Zhaodi.
"Let's investigate first before talking." Wang Quan threw away the cigarette butt and stamped it out to prevent accidental fire.
Then he said: "You, old man, please continue to stay in your house. If this village is really full of believers, then Xin Zihao and the others will be in danger. I will take care of this matter."
Cheng Weihua nodded and said in a deep voice: "Brother Wang, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard." Wang Quan greeted and prepared to leave.
As for the title...
Hey, I call you uncle, you call me brother, we can talk about our own affairs.
My brother can help me with my uncle's affairs.
Having said what needed to be said, the two of them walked down the mountain from the bottom road.
Wang Quan deliberately walked in front, leaving Cheng Weihua with his completely unprotected back.
But until he reached the guest room, Cheng Weihua had no intention of taking action.
Wang Quan smacked his lips and said nothing. He planned to go back to the house to interrogate the village girl first, and then go to the village to look for targets for investigation.
Wandering back to the door of his house, Wang Quan heard Cheng Weihua's voice behind him.
"etc!"
Wang Quan turned around.
Cheng Weihua's eyes were complicated, and he struggled for a long time, and finally he said, "I know that those who have fallen off can live in this world for a long time. When everything is over, I hope you can take Ajiu away from here."
He gritted his teeth and groaned for a long time before holding back a few words, "Be nice to her and don't bully her."
Wang Quan said seriously: "Don't worry, I will definitely live up to her!"
After that, he closed the door.
Cheng Weihua felt uncomfortable for a long time and then went back to the inner wall of the room.
............
Entering the house, the little village girl was washing rice and choosing vegetables.
Wang Quan smiled and walked over.
The little village girl kept peeling wild vegetables with her hands and said calmly: "Brother, you are back. Let's eat fried wild vegetables for lunch, and I will make wild vegetable soup."
elder brother?
Wang Quan was in a good mood.
He likes this title.
There is neither the philistineness of "Brother Quan", nor the weirdness of "Xiao Wang" or "Lao Wang", nor the pretentiousness of "Brother" green tea.
Just this one word, Wang Quan likes this title very much.
The premise is that the girl who says this word is pretty and a good person.
Wang Quan rubbed her white hair and said with a smile: "Ajiu, brother asked you something, you have to tell me honestly~~"
Feng Ajiu looked at the kind smile on Wang Quan's face and the occasional flash of scarlet in his eyes, and said "Yeah", "I will tell you."
"Who are you, Feng Zhaodi~~"
The white-haired man shook his head, "I don't know."
"That's not possible~~"
Wang Quan picked up the little village girl and threw her on the kang. Then the quilt was rolled up, and Feng Ajiu became a "caterpillar" with only her head exposed.
"Children who lie must be punished~~"
Wang Quan put his hand into the quilt, and then...
Put it on Feng Ajiu's ribs and start to tickle it.
Feng Ajiu's face was expressionless, and even Wang Quan could see doubts in her eyes.
This was one of the rare moments when she showed her emotions.
Wang Quan: "Aren't you... itchy?"
Feng Ajiu looked at him and said calmly: "I can bear it."
In the past, she was beaten and scolded by her aunt. If she cried, she would be beaten and scolded even more severely.
If she showed pain, her aunt would beat her even harder.
The best way to deal with it is to not care at all.
She's used to it.
Wang Quan: "..."
The scarlet in his eyes faded, he sat aside, and then sighed: "You kid, why are you so lovable?"
Wang Quan rubbed his temples and saw that Feng Ajiu was still lying there looking at him sideways. He waved his hand and said, "Get up."
"Um."
Feng Ajiu squirmed hard and took a long time to sit up. Then she stood up straight, jumped up and down to Wang Quan, and looked at the sitting Wang Quan calmly.
Wang Quan continued to feel helpless, "The quilt is not tied up, are you trying to make me laugh on purpose?"
Xiao Baimao's tone did not fluctuate, "Brother, you didn't let me untie it."
Wang Quan: "..."
Oh, let me go! Does this little girl know my old Wang’s itchy spot? Why does she have to poke my old Wang’s itchy spot every time?
He hugged the little village girl and rubbed the top of her head with his other hand, cursing as he did so, "Why are you so popular? Ah? Why are you so popular?"
Ajiu didn't struggle, and even shook her head along with Wang Quan's hand.
When Wang Quan stopped rubbing, she said, "Brother, will you hit me?"
Wang Quan was stunned, "Why should I hit you?"
"But..." Little Bai Mao tilted his head, still expressionless, "I didn't give an answer that satisfied me."
"That's okay. As long as you tell me the truth, I won't beat you~~"
The corner of Wang Quan's mouth was grinning so quickly that he didn't even know it.
This feeling is like a very itchy back, but you can't scratch it, and then suddenly you get an itch to scratch, and instantly... you feel comfortable!
Or just like drinking Sprite.
My heart feels cold and my heart is soaring!
Seeing Ajiu nodding seriously, Wang Quan continued to ask, "So you don't know who Feng Zhaodi is?"
The little village girl shook her head.
Wang Quan asked again, "Have you never seen your parents since you can remember?"
The little village girl nodded.
Wang Quan thought for a while and said with a smile: "Then do you know that this village is a church?"
The little village girl nodded.
"Then do you know the high priest?"
The little village girl continued to nod and said, "They all say that I am the high priest."