I stared at the old smoker blankly, a little unbelievable for a moment.
The old smoker took another puff of cigarette, then sighed slightly, and then said: "She and the City God left."
"But the condition is that the City God gives you three years."
"If you can change your destiny in these three years, you will naturally meet again."
I glanced at the red coffin beside me, and suddenly felt a little empty in my heart. I didn't know why, but I felt like I had lost something.
After being silent for a while, I asked: "What if it can't be done?"
The old smoker's eyes were a little more complicated, "If you can't do it."
"Three years later, she became the wife of the City God."
"And you..."
The old smoker glanced at me and said, "I will lose what I should have lost."
I fell silent again.
If everything is true, then what I was supposed to lose was undoubtedly what the city god wanted to take away from me.
Without those things, I would be a cripple.
That's no different than dying.
After a while, I smiled bitterly and said, "It seems like I really have no choice."
"what should I do?"
The old smoker thought for a moment and then said: "You are the village guardian destined by fate."
"You are born with five disadvantages and three deficiencies, and lack of soul and soul."
"You can't change the fate of the village guards."
"But you can try to turn what should be lost into your own in a true sense."
"What do you mean?" I didn't understand.
The old smoker said with a look of reminiscence in his eyes: "I didn't understand how my brother...the old lunatic lived to be healthy and healthy until his old age."
"It was later discovered that he had borrowed the lives of the entire Niang'er Village to completely erase his own destiny. However, because of this, he could only live here until his death, tormented by his own guilt day and night."
"And the method he used."
"That's it, replenish your life!"
"Replenish your life?" I was even more confused.
"Using other people's fate to make up for the lack of one's own fate." The old smoker explained: "But it is almost impossible to accomplish."
"How did the old madman do it?" I asked curiously.
The old smoker did not answer me, but asked me: "What does Niang'er Village look like in your eyes now?"
I froze for a moment.
Then, at the old smoker's signal, I got out of bed, walked to the door, opened the door, and looked outside. The next moment, I was completely stunned. My scalp felt cold, and at the same time, I felt a bit more desolate for no reason.
Niang'er Village is still a dry village.
But the difference is that there are coffins at the door of every house, some have one, some have two, or even more.
Only after seeing this scene did I understand.
If this is the real Niang'er Village, then maybe they were the ones the old lunatic burned paper money and kowtowed to every night when he was alive.
"Are they all dead?"
After looking at it for a long time, I came back to my senses and looked at the old smoker.
The old smoker nodded, then shook his head again.
There was a bit of a wry smile on his face, and he took another puff of cigarette.
"Actually, I'm not sure what kind of Niang'er Village is the real Niang'er Village."
I froze for a moment.
The old smoker continued: "Maybe what you saw originally was true."
"Maybe what I saw is true."
"It's also possible that what outsiders see is the real Niang'er Village."
Having said this, the old smoker took another puff of cigarette, then looked at me with a smile, "It's possible that what we all saw was not the real Niang'er Village."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
The complicated emotions that were originally in my heart disappeared inexplicably at this moment, replaced by an indescribable feeling.
If I really want to talk about it, I can only describe it as dumbfounding.
This also made me feel better for no reason.
I looked at the old smoker again and asked, "After all that, what should I do?"
"Since you said it's basically impossible to replenish your life like an old madman."
"Then can't it be said that I am certain to die?"
The old smoker shook his head again.
"If it were true that you were hopeless before, even if I gave you three years, it would only allow you to live happily for three more years, but..."
"She found a way for you."
The old smoker's eyes fell on the red coffin again.
"Someone will come to Niang'er Village in one or three days. Then you will personally help bury his wife and adopt his son as your adopted son."
"Two, you need to leave Niang'er Village afterwards to find five town coffins. Each of these five town coffins must contain a village guard. You must obtain a sound bone from their bones."
"Third, go to the Northeast Immortal Association and invite a great immortal to take charge of Niang'er Village!"
Having said this, the old smoker took another puff of cigarette and said, "You must complete these things within three years."
"Is this how I can replenish my life?" I asked, somewhat unconvinced.
The old smoker glanced at me.
"It's easy to say, but not easy to do."
"Especially the coffin is not a simple thing. If you want to get bones from it..." Old Smoker sneered, "A narrow escape from death!"
My eyelids jumped when I heard about the narrow escape.
The old smoker added: "The Northeast Fairy Club is not a good place either."
"That is a clan meeting held by the Northeast Chuma lineage. Generally, only direct descendants are eligible to participate. It is almost impossible for outsiders to participate and obtain the approval of a great immortal and willingly let you establish a hall.
"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes.
"You might as well say it's impossible for me to do it."
But the old smoker laughed again and said: "If it were before, I would really think you couldn't do it."
"But since it was the path she chose for you."
"Maybe you can do it."
she……
I subconsciously looked at the red coffin, and the emotions in my heart became complicated again.
To this day, I still can't figure out how I feel about her, or in other words, I'm still a little reluctant to believe the truth of what happened.
Therefore, even if I accept what the old smoker said, I still hold a trace of luck in my heart. I hope in my heart that all this is false.
After sighing slightly, I looked at the old smoker.
"Can I open the coffin and take a look?"
The old smoker shook his head.
"Three years later, if you can come back here."
"Of course you can see it."
I fell silent for a long time before nodding.
"Then what do I do next?"
"Wait!" the old smoker said, putting out his cigarette, and then handed me the plate of meat he was holding.
"The lame wild dog's."
"I thought it was an eyesore, so I killed it."
I was stunned for a moment, then I picked the largest piece and put it in my mouth.
"Also, in the next few days, try to burn as much paper money as possible and kowtow a few more times."
"It's better to go to the ancestral temple."
"After all, it's not certain whether you can come back after you leave. If you can't come back, you don't know when the next village guard of Niang'er Village will show up."
"What about you?" I asked subconsciously.
The old smoker glanced at me and said, "Old man, I'm not from Niang'er Village. If it wasn't for you, who would want to come to this damn place!"