Song Zilian's heart was in suspense. If he told all the ins and outs of the incident, looking at the reaction of the villagers just now, it would be strange if these people didn't sacrifice him and Ji Xinyao!
The God of Fortune is the belief in this village. The villagers are just like those devout religious believers in the world, and they will be fanatical about what they believe in.
Song Zilian forced a smile and said, "Uncle, it's actually nothing. It's just that Xinyao and I woke up this morning. She had an quarrel with me because of what happened yesterday and grabbed me. It's nothing. Since everyone is so busy first,
I'm too embarrassed to trouble everyone. We'll leave by ourselves, and I'll just ask my people to come and take care of us."
The uncle's expression suddenly became serious, "Zilian, don't leave in a hurry. Stay at home for a while."
"Uncle, everyone is busy looking for the God of Fortune. We will definitely cause trouble to everyone here."
"Look for the God of Luck, return to the God of Luck, and your mission is yours. Well, let me put it bluntly, Zi Lian, I brought you back this time just to add a child to your family. If you can't conceive,
Son, there is no way that your uncle will let you and that woman go.
You should also be considerate and considerate of my uncle. You will understand in the future that he is doing everything for your own good. Okay, uncle still has to go to the God of Fortune. It is not impossible that he was harmed by someone as you said. I will have people search from house to house later.
Search, I won’t bother you anymore.”
After saying that, the uncle also left the ancestral hall in a hurry.
Song Zilian had a premonition that something was wrong and immediately returned to his home.
"Simon, has the wolf been dealt with?"
"It was dirty, so I wrapped it in plastic wrap and threw it in the trash can, ready to throw it away at night."
Song Zilian breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Simon didn't throw it outside.
"Don't throw it away casually. Now the whole village is looking for it. I just learned that it is the god of good fortune in the village. The village is doing some old feudal superstitious tricks. After a while, the uncle will ask people to search for it from house to house. If it is found in our place
, I’m afraid I’ll get into big trouble.”
Uncle Simon looked panicked.
"How could this happen? Then why do we need to clean it up? Let's hide it first, but they will come to search it later. Where should we hide it?"
At this time, Ji Xinyao walked down the stairs, leaned on the stairs, looked at them, and said lazily, "Throw it into the bathtub first, and let's wait until they finish checking."
"They will also check the bathtub, right?" Song Zilian asked worriedly.
"It's okay, I have a way to deal with it."
A house-to-house search was launched in the village.
About half an hour later, a patrol team assembled by several young adults in the village came to Song Zilian, led by the uncle's grandson Song Jinghao.
The leader greeted Song Zilian.
"Uncle, it's actually nothing. Let's search. First, there is someone with ulterior motives. Second, it is also a wild animal after all. We are afraid that it will get into the villagers' homes and hurt people."
The team members searched the house inside and out, but found nothing. Finally, Song Jinghao stopped at the door of the bathroom.
"Why are you taking a shower in broad daylight?" Song Jinghao asked.
Ji Xinyao poured the water from the shower into the bathtub, while she stood outside the bathtub, listening to what was going on outside.
Song Zilian sighed, "Isn't this what happened yesterday... He has been at odds with me. He was crying just now, saying that he was unclean, but now his mood is a little more stable."
Song Jinghao clicked his tongue twice, "Uncle, it's not easy for you either. My aunt is quite difficult."
Song Zilian quickly made a warning, "Keep your voice down, don't let her hear it. You're going to have trouble with me again soon. I have no choice but to fall into her hands."
Song Jinghao cast a sympathetic look at him.
He thought for a while, Song Zilian and Ji Xinyao were poisoned yesterday and had no time to meet the God of Fortune. Ji Xinyao was taking a bath inside, and the God of Fortune could not get into the bathroom, so he waved his hands and told everyone to call it a day.
"Then I won't disturb you, little uncle. Come on, follow me to the next house."
The three of them breathed a sigh of relief after everyone left.
"Why do you do such weird things in your hometown? It's like a cult," Ji Xinyao walked out of the bathroom and couldn't help but said in disgust.
Song Zilian spread his hands and said helplessly, "This is not a choice I can make."
This identity can be regarded as the SSR in the life card he drew. If the original owner had no desire to live, no miserable life experience and puzzling family background, how could he give this body to him.
"Fortunately, you came down in time and thought of a way to avoid them." Song Zilian praised Ji Xinyao.
"Luckily you went to the meeting and brought news."
The two met each other and smiled, celebrating that the crisis was over.
At this time, Song Zilian thought for a while and said to Ji Xinyao, "Speaking of which, I met Song Lucun when I just went to the meeting?"
Ji Xinyao was surprised, "Does he go back to his hometown often? I don't have such an impression of him."
In Ji Xinyao's impression, Song Lucun can be regarded as a complete urbanite. He was originally engaged in finance and usually cared about the most cutting-edge things, which was completely incompatible with the countryside.
Song Zilian tilted his head and said emotionlessly, "I can't understand either."
But he didn't even need to think about it, he knew there must be a fraud involved.
Ji Xinyao touched her chin, "It doesn't feel good, it's better if we destroy the evidence." Then she looked at Song Zilian with a smile, "You are lucky to have a good girlfriend who is good at destroying corpses and removing traces.
"
On the other side, Song Jinghao searched house to house and found no trace of the God of Fortune, so he had to go back home and explain to his own grandfather Song Xiren.
He pushed the door open and immediately saw Song Lucun, who was chatting happily with his grandfather.
"I've checked everything and found no trace of the God of Fortune."
Before Song Xiren could speak, Song Lucun immediately asked, "You have checked everything carefully and you haven't missed any place."
Song Jinghao frowned, slightly unhappy, "I'm talking to my grandpa, what does it have to do with you?"
Although they were from the same clan, and Song Lucun and Song Zilian were from the same generation, Song Jinghao's attitude towards them was completely different. He and Song Zilian were both from the same family, while Song Lucun was from a separate family, so Song Jinghao naturally didn't like the way he asked his subordinates.
"Jinghao, don't talk like this. Lucun is your elder after all."
Song Jinghao glanced around, looking unconvinced, but out of respect for his grandfather, he still said honestly, "I've searched them all, there's no problem."
"Where is Song Zilian?"
"I've searched it too."
"Didn't you miss any place?"
"If you don't believe me, go search it yourself. Why are you asking questions all the time?" Song Jinghao said impatiently. Suddenly, he remembered something, "By the way, I didn't search the bathroom. What happened yesterday, my uncle and him?"
My girlfriend was quarreling, and his girlfriend went to hide in the bathroom. I'm embarrassed to barge in and watch someone take a shower, since he's a girl."