Although the old man was shaking, his speed was not slow. And every moment he stepped on the ground, he would float forward for a long distance. But there was no sound when he landed on the ground, and he was like a ghost.

Without much effort, the old man walked from his residence to the door of the village chief's house. When he saw the wooden door in front of him, the old man stopped, hammered his back, and sighed:

"Oh, this man is really useless when he is old. He can't stand it after only a few steps."

After saying that, the old man straightened his waist, squinted his eyes and looked at the white cloth on the wooden door, and shouted to it:

"Is the village chief here?"

"Get out!"

The village chief's roar came from the inner room.

Before, his son was just missing, so he was able to handle the subsequent matters with patience, but not long ago, he saw the body of his only son with his own eyes, although one of them was buried with him.

However, no matter how much he is buried with him, the dead cannot be resurrected. Now he locked himself in the house, which is the most helpless way to deal with it, for fear that he would make a wrong decision for a while.

Although he is a father,

but,

After all, he is also a village chief.

He is afraid,

He was afraid that he would make the village like his family and completely lose his way out tonight.

"Ha, it seems to be there."

The old man smiled and said to himself,

immediately,

He raised his foot and kicked the wooden door.

The old man was thin, his legs looked like two bamboo poles, and he felt a little trembling when he lifted it up, but the moment his legs touched the wooden door...

A vast white light cut through the night at this moment.

Suddenly,

The wooden door exploded!

The village chief’s house looks nothing special from the outside, and may be a little bigger than the left and right of the next door, but the wall tiles are all covered with moss, which looks quite like “Happy with the people”.

However, in the house, the scenery becomes completely different. Every floor tiles and every piece of furniture are extremely particular, and even the house of the head of the Li family is not bad at all.

Once this person suffers and becomes poor when he is young, he will never treat or neglect himself in such external enjoyment after that.

The village chief sat on the wooden rocking chair in the hall. The rocking chair was covered with snow-white shiny animal skin. On the mahogany table in front of him, a set of exquisite tea sets were placed, and there was a curling mist rising on the tea cup.

When the wooden door exploded, the village chief thrust up from the rocking chair and pulled it under the mahogany table while getting up. A knife that had been hidden in it was taken out.

Although he had been the village chief for 20 or 30 years, his energy was still there since childhood. Even this energy had a greater effect when he managed the village than when he was a child.

The old man walked in directly. Perhaps he had just tried harder and his whole face looked a little red, but his expression was very calm, as if he had entered his own home.

When the village chief saw the old man, he was stunned at first, as if he was a little surprised. He subconsciously put down the knife in his hand and asked, "Why are you here?"

The old man narrowed his eyes, looked left and right, and said strangely: "Where are your dog legs?"

"They are not here." The village chief shook his head and placed the knife on the mahogany table, but the man did not continue to sit back on the rocking chair covered with animal skins. Even the anger before it was restrained at this time.

He dared not express any disrespect.

"Ha." The old man chuckled and said casually: "Tonight is lively enough."

Upon hearing this, the village chief forced a smile and looked behind the old man, "I haven't been so troubled for a long time, tonight..."

"You're dead son?" The old man interrupted directly. He was too lazy to add foreplay. Judging from his arrangements, this scene is at most an appetizer, and the appetizer does not need to waste too much time.

"..." The village chief was silent for a while, before answering, "Yes."

"Do you feel sorry?"

The old man asked frivolously, as if he was asking Ah Hua next door to his home, "A dog died at home last night. Do you feel sorry for him?"

But the village chief still gritted his alveolar tightly and did not have an attack. He seemed to squeeze the air out of his lungs and said, "I feel sorry!"

"I know that I feel sorry for you, it proves that you are still a little bit more."

The old man walked two steps forward;

The village chief took two steps back.

The two of them seemed to be dancing on the dance floor, but they were a little different, because the two had always maintained a certain distance, and the village chief's face became increasingly ugly.

The old man laughed at himself. Seeing the village chief retreating so much, he simply sat down on the rocking chair covered with animal skins and shook his legs like bamboo poles.

"Hey, you still know how to enjoy it. I bought this animal skin, right?"

The village chief of a village where hunting is the main means of making a living, the animal skin in his house was bought from outside, which actually sounds a bit strange, but as long as he is a little wise person, he should be accustomed to it.

"A few years ago, my son went out and gave me the fur when he came back." The village chief paused and said, "This is the skin of a demon ferret, which we don't have in the mountains."

After the village chief said that, he raised his hand and rubbed his face. The skin that was pressed against the bones was like a piece of paper, and more wrinkles were rubbed out. These wrinkles made him look older and weaker.

"Just there is, can you catch it?" The old man rolled his eyes. He didn't know how to use this expression, but after spending some time with Nan Ke these days, he learned it.

"Yes, even if there is, we can't catch it." The village chief pursed his dry lips, looked at the teapot on the mahogany table, and said, "I have never touched this pot of tea or this tea cup."

The old man raised his body slightly, picked up the teacup and put it under his nose to smell it, and then put it back directly, "I can't get used to drinking it."

"Yes, of course you can't get used to drinking." The village chief owed his body, showing a little humble.

Even as time goes by, the arrogance and stability of his village chief has been constantly decreasing, but instead it emits a strong smell of dog legs from him.

After a long time, one identity has gotten used to it. If you want to switch to another identity, it really takes a little time to adapt. Fortunately, he has always been very talented in this regard.

The village chief who was still yelling on the village road not long ago, at this time, at his home, it seemed that he had changed his identities with a servant, and even left the death of his own son behind.

"Your identity is naturally unacceptable to the tea from my remote area. If you want to drink it, it is also necessary to have the good tea from Wujiang City to barely get your taste, right?"

Wujiang City is the capital of Jinzhou County, and it is also the absolute administrative center of Jinzhou County and a major military and commercial center.

Jinzhou County is the southernmost county of the Great Chu State. Its jurisdiction covers all the areas bordering the entire 100,000 mountainous areas in the south and the Great Chu State.

Therefore, in a sense, for those living outside the 100,000 mountainous areas, Jinzhou County is almost the sky above their heads.

The old man looked up at the village chief, and when he saw the latter's appearance of a terrifying look, he frowned, "This Wujiang City is the best place in your mind?"

"The county capital is definitely good, but the decision is not the best. It's just that the villain can think of such a place when he is anxious." The village chief smiled silly.

This smile is a bit honest, but when it appears on his face, it has a very obvious sense of incongruity.

"I don't think this tea is too bad, but this tea is so good compared to the fields I have been drinking for so many years." After saying that, the old man waved his hand impatiently, "Don't pretend to be stupid in front of me, it's meaningless."

"I dare not, it's a villain who has neglected it over the years."

"What are you not negligent? Since you don't dare to pretend to be stupid, then straighten your waist. I remember that when I first came, your previous one was not as bad as you."

"My previous father was the village chief, his grandfather was also the village chief." The village chief replied honestly. Although his waist was straightened, his posture was still very low.

"Ha, as of this, you are more capable than them. Since you have the ability, why are you still so humble?"

"Of course I have to put my posture down when talking to the old god. No matter how capable I am, it is nothing in front of you."

Old man, that old god!

If Nan Ke was present, or if anyone in the village was present, he would probably be shocked at this time.

Although Nan Ke had thought that the old man had a problem with his identity, he would definitely not think about it in that direction. Of course, other villagers did not expect that the old bachelor who sat in the sun all day was that old god!

And from the records of the old gods and immortals that many people have told, the old gods and immortals have obviously started to protect the village at the beginning of the construction of this village, and this old man has only been in this village for decades.

"It seems that you really know my identity. If you push him down, will he tell you kindly?"

"It's all for the sake of the village. Even if it's hatred, it's impossible to patronize your own family." The village chief paused and said, "I don't know what happened in the middle, causing rumors about the old god to fly all over the village;

But you should have seen it all. Although the villain doesn’t have much ability, he has concealed this news over the years."

Many times, when there are more than a dozen versions of the world, this matter is no longer a matter.

"You have something to ask me for help?" The old man pointed to the village chief and skipped the last few links of the village chief. If he wanted to continue talking like this, he would probably have to chat all night.

Someone in the village knows his true identity, but there is only one person who knows this secret, that is the village chief before the village.

This is also the biggest and most useless secret in Qinghe Village, because even if you know, you can't do anything, and this person will not change anything because of what you do.

Except for throwing a treasure to the former head of the Li family when he first came, this old god seemed to have turned into an idle mountain citizen in the following decades, sitting all day long.

Over the years, Qinghe Village has experienced two village chiefs. The former village chief racked his brains to try to influence the old god, but in the end, his position was directly caused by the current person to escape.

Therefore, the village chief has never had any thoughts about this old god in his years of reign. He even had almost no intersection between them, as if he had forgotten him.

Today, it is the first time that the village chief has been in power for so many years and has been talking to this old god.

In fact, he was more afraid of this old god than respect. If he put it on weekdays, even if he left the house, he would hide away.

But today is different from the past.

It seems that I feel that my preparation is in place, but it seems that I feel that it is useless to continue to lay the preparation.

The village chief knelt down with a "thump". His old face turned pale in pain, but he still pointed his forehead and kowtowed hard, saying, "Please help the old god!"
To be continued...