"I am Su Han, I am lost here and am entangled by evil ghosts outside the village and want to eat my flesh and blood. The evil ghost has a keen sense of smell, and I am afraid that he will hear blood in an instant, which will bring disaster to the whole village. I hope the villagers will let me avoid it for a while!"

Since you have traveled through time, don’t worry about your literary style and follow the local customs first.

It was not until he finished speaking in one breath that Su Han secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he had not responded for a long time in the ancestral hall.

He was indeed lying just now, but often, lying is much more effective than telling the truth.

Su Han said it very clearly. Now outside the village, there is a man-eating ghost wandering. Even if you don’t save me, you can’t shoot me to death on the spot.

Because the evil ghost has a keen sense of smell, once he is attracted by his blood, not only me, but the entire village will have to finish playing!

Su Han was sure that after saying this, the people in the ancestral hall would be panicked.

The greatest possibility is to urge yourself to leave quickly.

But this is also good. At least he will not be shot to death by a cold arrow, and he will be able to escape calmly.

"The years have passed recently, and the village has been disturbed many times. I hope you don't blame me..." Su Han waited in place for a while, and the voice of an old man came from the ancestral hall:

"There is a bowl of peach leaf juice on the stone mill on the left hand of Mr. I traveled here and was exhausted all over me. Please drink it first to quench your thirst..."

The people inside spoke politely, but after they finished speaking, there was no sign of opening the door.

Su Han didn't move his feet. When he turned to look, he found that there was indeed a stone mill on his left hand, with a porcelain white bowl on it, and the bowl was full of green juice.

I picked up the bowl and placed it in front of my nose and sniffed it. A strong smell of plant smell came to my face.

Looking at the bowls of peach leaf juice, Su Han secretly felt lucky.

Because in folk legends, peach trees are the best at warding off evil spirits. Many Taoist priests’ wooden swords are made of peach wood. The same is true for peach leaf juice, which has obvious effect on exorcising evil spirits. You can even peek at the eyelids to see ghosts.

The people in the ancestral hall gave him peach leaf juice, obviously suspected that he was a ghost. After all, it was so strange that a foreigner suddenly appeared on midnight in the deep mountains.

But what made Su Han glad was that fortunately he was given peach leaf juice, not black dog blood, black donkey hooves, shit and urine filth.

If that's the case, it's really embarrassing.

Without any hesitation, Su Han picked up the porcelain bowl, drank the peach leaf juice inside, and then put the bowl back on the millstone and bowed to thank him:

"The peach leaf juice is really delicious and quenches thirst. Su thanks all the villagers here. I have learned many tricks. If you use it in the future, you will definitely die.

I am very grateful to bother me late at night. If nothing else, I will leave you here!"

After Su Han finished speaking, he kept bowing and thanking him.

He was waiting, waiting for the people inside to let him in or leave.

Su Han was sure that those people in the ancestral hall had a 70% chance of letting themselves in.

Because if he wanted to leave, there was no need to drink the peach leaf juice just now.

Moreover, what Su Han said just now seemed to be a polite word of thanks, but some information was leaked out "unintentionally":

I have learned some "small techniques". Judging from your current situation, it seems that you are short of staff, so I may be able to help.

As for what "small technique" is, it depends on everyone's understanding.

But people's hearts are often like this. For unknown things, they will most likely guess at the places they hope for.

If the village is haunted, the villagers inside will naturally think about exorcising ghosts and demons when they hear "small techniques". If it is because of bandits, "small techniques" can also be a profound martial art.

Even medical skills, hexagrams, Confucianism, and immortal cultivation techniques, what they are depends on what the villagers inside need.

"squeak……"

As expected, after about a dozen breaths, the vermilion door of the ancestral hall slowly opened.

An old man with a hunchbacked figure, wearing a long gown and white hair bowed to Su Han and reached out to make a gesture to invite him in.

"Mr. Su, don't blame me. The village has not been peaceful recently. I will be more careful and scared to me!"

"It's not the problem, it's because I got lost and disturbed everyone."

Su Han raised the stairs and returned the gift.

Tsk, I'm better smart, I'll enter the house so soon. Su Han couldn't help but feel secretly happy as he walked forward.

When crossing the threshold, Su Han was surprised to find that the threshold of the ancestral hall was very high, almost at the knee.

"Sir, be careful!"

The old man in the long gown seemed to be afraid that Su Han would fall, so he took his hand and helped him.

"Fortunately, the hands are warm, they are living people, let's go..."

It was not until this time that the old man breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and shouted inside.

When Su Han looked up, he found that there were dozens of men, women, young and old in the small ancestral hall.

All of those people were holding sharp weapons such as bows and arrows and hatches, and their faces were still terrified. What's more, some people prepared a lot of black blood, and some even painted their faces all over.

"Sir, don't blame me. The village is not very clean recently. I'm helpless when I wait like this!" The old man in the long gown sighed and explained to Su Han.

"It's not hindering, it's not hindering..."

Su Han said politely twice, looking around while showing an indifferent look.

Well, this ancestral hall is very popular, it is quite safe.

"Sir, I'll ask you, are you an immortal?"

Seeing Su Han wearing a windbreaker and looking calm, the old man in the long robe couldn't help but ask.

"Hmm? Have you ever seen immortals?"

Su Han asked back, because according to his guess, since there are so many monsters in this world, there must be gods.

As for how many gods there are, I don’t know.

"Mr. joking..." The old man in the long gown handed a long bench and asked Su Han to sit down. "Our small village is located in a remote place, deepest in the 100,000 mountains. It is rare for strangers to be seen on weekdays, let alone immortals.

However, in the sky above our heads, there are often fairy boats floating by, so the people in the village are fascinated by immortals…”

Fairy ship?

Hearing this word, Su Han immediately remembered the huge ship that had passed by the starry sky above his head just outside the village.

If the boat can float in the sky, it is probably only the immortals who have this ability!

"Then why do you think I'm an immortal?"

After Su Han sat down, he looked at the eager gaze of everyone in the room and couldn't help but ask.

"Because you appeared here late at night and were dressed elegantly, very different from us, you should have come from a very far place.

If you are alone, you dare to cross a hundred thousand mountains without any damage. If you are a mortal, we would never believe it..."

A strong man held a bow and arrow and couldn't help but interrupt and explain.

Su Han looked down at his windbreaker. You can tell me that compared with the patched coarse cloth coats of the surrounding villagers, it was really cooler.

"Well, there are no immortals in this world..."

Su Han smiled and shook his head, but at this moment, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

He habitually took out his phone and looked in his hand. Su Han realized that it was set to automatically turn on the phone. Due to the disorder of the time system of the phone, he didn't know what to do, so he turned on it at this time.

The boot screen of Su Han’s mobile phone is a small and wonderful martial arts scene, which he had intercepted from a fairy tale movie before.

"Mr. Su...Mr. Su, what magic weapon are you holding?"

Those villagers had never seen their mobile phones. They suddenly saw it and were frightened. They took three steps back and looked at Su Han with horror.

After all, there are so many people flying around in such a small "box", and every frown and smile is like a real person. This visual impact is tantamount to an ancient person.

Looking at the villagers around him who were terrified, Su Han realized that this kind of technological product from the Earth era could be described as horror for a group of ancient people.

Explanation is useless, because even if you say it out loud, they will never understand what a mobile phone is.

In order not to make the villagers afraid, Su Han could only follow their speculation and said with the flow:

"This... is actually a magic weapon for soul-catching, for dealing with evil spirits. Look, the roaring villains here are all the evil spirits I have taken before, so you don't have to be afraid..."

Su Han’s original intention was to dispel the villagers’ concerns and let them all relax.

But unexpectedly, as soon as this sentence came out, the previous speculation that he was an immortal was directly confirmed.

"You can capture ghosts?"

"Are you really an old god?"

"My God, my ancestors bless you, we actually saw the immortal!"

For a moment, the villagers were excited and started talking.

"Hey, I am not an immortal... Su just comes from another world..."

Su Han thought of the life on earth before traveling through time, and felt emotion for a moment, shook his head, and said sincerely.

But this sentence is even more counterproductive.

Because in the eyes of those villagers, Su Han undoubtedly recognized the identity of the old god. After all, in their eyes, only immortals can come from another world - the Immortal World!

"Old god, old god!"
To be continued...