The next morning, the sun shone brightly, and the sun shone through the gaps in the curtains into the house. The exposed light seemed to make people look very full of longing for this day.

Wang Jingzhe woke up from his sleep, stretched his waist and yawned, and was about to reach out and pick up a cigarette from the side to smoke his spirit. As soon as his hand touched the bed, his tentacles felt furry, which immediately scared him and sat up.

"What's the matter?"

I was lying on the bed, and woke up in a daze, saying speechlessly: "Mr. Wang, I, have you forgotten?"

"Ah, I was so sad that I didn't remember it. It's okay." Wang Jingzhe was embarrassed to run the order last night. He picked up a cigarette and lit a slowly sucked. When the other party saw that he woke up, he was embarrassed to sleep, so he got up from the bed.

He put on his clothes and packed it up. He turned around and said to Wang Jingzhe, who was still huddling on the bed: "Mr. Wang, I still have a task on my side. I have to go back today. I will contact you if there is any news next time."

"Yes, OK, OK, please slow down on the road"

"It's okay, let's see you back." The man nodded and walked towards the door.

Wang Jingzhe suddenly coughed dryly and said, "Well, when you were having breakfast downstairs, you could have someone deliver a serving to me in the room. I slept last night and felt uncomfortable with my neck. I had to lie down for a while and I couldn't go down."

The man looked at him with a confused face, his eyes full of shock. Wang Jingzhe said softly: "Don't lock the door, just leave a gap."

The man's lips twitched for a long time and moved out. After he came outside, he wiped his cold sweat and said, "What's the matter with this man? Both buns are exploited. It's so long to see."

Wang Jingzhe licked his lips, looked at the phone on the head of the bed, and said, "I have to think about finding Lao Huang and have nothing else to do. Try to ask him to send another one every two days. Huang Jiulang's subordinates, well, they are all pretty good."

It’s not that Wang Jingzhe is really too deductive. As he and Huang Jiulang entered the sweet stage of honeymoon period again, he felt that the two of them had never had a situation where they talked about money for whom. Old Huang must be not short of money, but he can’t do it. Wang Jingzhe’s expenses are all financial appropriations, and if he is not very careful in calculations, it’s easy to spend them all, so it’s okay to be able to search for some from him.

After all, if you don’t want to open your mouth to talk about this kind of thing, you can only surround Wei and save Zhao and speak in a roundabout way.

It was also morning, in the distant Wumen Mountain Village, Wu Mangong got up as usual and stretched his muscles and legs in an open space. After moving for about half an hour, he was a little sweating. He returned to the room and wiped it. After he finished packing up the totem snake on the top of the beam, he swung it down. He was very accustomed to wrapping Wu Mangong's arm around him, and then his head turned around in front of him and spitted a letter, as if he was saying hello.

The snake was very close to him, so he just didn't sleep and hug him. Most of the time it was stuck to Wu Mangong's body.

Wu Mangong gently patted the snake's head, and walked out to the back village and someone saw him and the white snake coming out. Although he had been a little used to it for a long time, he still pulled a certain distance towards Wu Mangong, and bent his waist with his hands folded.

Wu Mangong said "um" and nodded and gave a gift. He was already used to this phenomenon every day.

Since he was called away by the old patriarch that day, he went to the ancestral hall to kneel down and worshiped the grand ceremony of joining the clan. From that day on, he maintained enough respect for all the worlds in the village, even when Liu Tang was crowded.

At first, Wu Mangong was not used to it, a little cramped and nervous, but when the old patriarch told him that this was the treatment he should enjoy, and it was not just for him, but for the white snake on him, Wu Mangong got used to it after a while.

After coming out of his room, Wu Mangong went to the old patriarch's place. When he came, the old man had already cooked a pot of green vegetable porridge and a small plate of bacon. Seeing that the rice was ready, Wu Mangong took the initiative to serve two bowls and put them on the table.

Wu Mangong would come to have dinner with him every morning. Sometimes if it was delayed at noon, he would come to him at night and would help the old man clean up the room. The old patriarch was very old and would have to be over 80 years old. After Wu Mangong got to know him, he had asked him if he had children or grandchildren. The old patriarch's expression was very ordinary, and he only said that his family had died in an accident. If he hadn't chosen a suitable successor for the village, he would have left long ago.

At first, the two of them slowly ate porridge and bacon, and neither of them spoke. Later, the old patriarch ate faster, so he put down the dishes and chopsticks first, and then silently stared at Wu Mangong who was lowering his head to eat.

Although he did not look up, he also felt a strange gaze falling on him.

"You have been here for a while. Is the food still suitable for your taste? If there is anything wrong, tell me we are changing," the old patriarch asked softly.

Wu Mangong paused the chopsticks in his hand and looked up and said, "When I was in the village, I also ate these things, it's okay."

The old patriarch smiled and said happily: "Then eat more meat. When you are still growing, I asked someone to kill a black chicken to stew the soup. Come and drink it."

Wu Mangong pursed his lips and said "Yeah". What the old patriarch didn't see was that his eyes were a little red.

This old man gave him a grandfather-like feeling. Wu Mangong could understand that the other party's feelings when treating him was the care of an elder for his juniors, without any other things.

After a while, Wu Mangong finished eating and packed up the dishes. The old patriarch took out two ancient books from the box and placed them on the table. One volume was actually made of bamboo slips, and the other volume was parchment paper. From this point of view, it can be seen that both of these things have a sense of age.

Wu Mangong and the old patriarch sat together again. For many days, he would stay and teach the techniques of the witch sect by the old patriarch himself. He had told Wu Mangong more than once that if we want to flourish our patriarch, all of us will fall on you.

In the afternoon, the old patriarch was a little tired after teaching for most of the day and had to take a nap. Wu Mangong couldn't eat a bite and had to digest it slowly, even if he had finished his day's studies, he came out of the old patriarch's house.

Not long after he left, the old patriarch sat by the bed and looked out the window with a distant expression. A middle-aged man walked in quickly, knocked on the door and came to him, and whispered: "I went out to check it out and went to the village of Wu Mangong and Liu Tang. On the surface, there should be no problem."

The old patriarch nodded and said, "You are very delicate. If you say it's okay, then it's okay."

The man frowned and said, "However, strictly speaking, neither Liu Tang nor Wu Mangong are from our village. If you want him to inherit his legacy, I think he should check it carefully so that there will be no misses."

"No need," said the old patriarch shook his head.

"But……"
Chapter completed!