"Tong Laoer, in such a bad environment, one thousand yuan a night?
Have you been tricked?"
Lang Mintao looked at the suite on the eighth floor of Shared Children's No. 1 store and was disappointed.
It was indeed not luxurious enough, and Tong Aiguo didn't expect it. After all, he had only stayed in standard rooms here.
"Where can I stay?
Who spoiled you?
Think about our ancestors, they still lived in the wilderness.
Why have you developed so many bad habits?"
After being scolded by Tong Aiguo for a few times, Lang Mintao immediately fell out.
"Tong Laoer, you're an old guy who talks a lot about trains.
Didn’t you say in the group that Cai Gen has already shouldered the burden of suffering?
Is it Alzheimer's disease to deceive me all the way to this remote place?"
After enduring Lang Mintao's anger, Tong Aiguo was no longer anxious.
He lit a cigarette and poured water again, with a friendly look on his face.
"Oh, little Taotao, why are you still so hot-tempered?
Hasn’t it changed at all from when you were young?” TV mobile terminal/
Lang Mintao picked up the glass of water and splashed it in Tong Aiguo's face.
"I'm not old now, don't pretend to be here with me.
If you are holding back a fart, let it go immediately.
My family can't hold on any longer, and our days are like years, so I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
Tong Aiguo knew that if Lang Mintao couldn't hold on, it was definitely not as simple as losing some money.
It seems that the situation in Xuecheng is more serious and urgent than that in Taiqinggou Shang.
Otherwise, you can't just reveal some news about Cai Gen in the mobile phone group.
Lang Mintao came to the door in a hurry.
"Xiao Taotao, you need to treat Cai Gen in the right way.
Your method is a bit crude, a bit barbaric, and has no technical content.
He is a person, a living person, with feelings, self-esteem and preferences.
What do you think of him?
A beggar on the roadside who doesn’t have enough to eat?”
Xiao Tianmao sneered at the side and looked at Lang Mintao coldly.
Judging from past experience, those who do not treat Cai Gen as a human being will end badly.
Lang Mintao recalled carefully that he took Cai Gen as a human being and solved the problem straightforwardly.
In this world, most problems can be solved with a gold medal around your neck.
Moreover, it is the kind of problem-solving that respects each other and there are no other problems.
Seeing Tong Aiguo beating around the bush, Lang Mintao instantly understood that there was something in his words.
"Tong Laoer, I really don't have the energy to stay with you here.
The family really can't stand it any longer.
Just tell me directly how to open Cai Gen.
If you have any conditions, please tell me clearly."
If you know how to do things, you don't need ink marks.
"Xiao Taotao is a refreshing person.
I really need you to do a little favor, and then I will tell you how to open Cai Gen."
Lang Mintao took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, and waited for Tong Aiguo's next words.
Tong Aiguo tried to be as understated as possible and pointed at his feet.
"That's right, I want to bring something up from below."
"Don't you have a senior grandfather in your family?
It goes up to the sky, and down to the underworld.
Is there any place he can't go to?"
Tong Aiguo smiled and agreed.
"You can go anywhere, but you need to locate yourself.
Accurate positioning can achieve twice the result with half the effort.
Otherwise, if you can't find it, what's the use?
This requires the Hunting God to help and guide the way."
Hunting God?
Jushebel?
Lang Mintao took a long drag on his cigar, and the smoke he exhaled almost filled the room.
"It's not a big problem. Are there bones or belongings from before death?
Set a point, it’s a small matter.
Who can’t find us in Jushabele?”
Tong Aiguo quickly took the leather mattress from Xiao Tmall and handed it to Lang Mintao.
"I understand the rules and I'm ready."
After taking the leather mattress, Lang Mintao was very surprised.
I originally thought I would bring someone up.
As a result, a fur body appeared. What kind of trouble is this?
"Tong Laoer, what do you mean? Is this the mattress you used when you were alive?"
"No, this is a remains, it's just a pet."
Lang Mintao looked at Tong Aiguo carefully for a long time. This request was a bit abnormal.
"Tong Laoer, after all this effort, why don't you just bring a pet here?
is it necessary?
Wait, something's wrong.
Tell me the truth.
What pet, whose pet?”
Xiao Tianmao saw that they kept coming, and it was too confusing.
"This is Ksitigarbha's pet, my ex-wife, Ti Ting's skin.
I just want to capture the soul of Ting Ting so that we can continue our relationship.
If you dare, please give me a happy word."
Lang Mintao shook his head without any hesitation.
"This is not a question of whether you dare or not. You got the question wrong."
Tong Aiguo certainly understands what the core of the problem is.
He quickly put it out.
"With the hunting god Zhu Shebei Le at your back, what's wrong with you? Silly cat asked with no skill.
The point is what are the benefits, right, Xiao Taotao."
Lang Mintao was not surprised at all when he heard that Zhudi was listening, and stared at Tong Aiguo with interest.
What is the benefit that makes Tong Aiguo so willing to offend Xidian to death?
Shamanism is the inheritance of the ancestral shaman lineage.
Whether it is heaven or the west, there is no question of whether we are afraid or not.
However, shouldering the historical mission requires them to continue and keep a low profile.
And those two forces are so powerful that if Shamanism wants to be independent, it needs to mix a little bit.
For example, there is harmony on the surface, such as it is deeply hidden, such as cooperation in multiple fields.
"Xiao Taotao, over the years we have passed down the legacy.
I have endured a lot and tolerated a lot.
So much so that it maintains inextricable ties with other forces.
In fact, we are not the same person at all, do you remember this?"
Lang Mintao nodded, of course she remembered, but it was just for everyone to get what they needed.
"Since Xibian didn't open his eyes, he faced Cai Gen.
So should we, as shamans, have an attitude?
Otherwise, Cai Gen will not understand our difficulties, whether it is nice to say it or not.
This is one of them.”
The god of suffering has awakened, and shamanism must stand firmly with Cai Gen.
There are no blurred lines, that's for sure.
So, if I listen to you today, will it mean that I completely break with the West and give Cai Gen a certificate of honour?
Lang Mintao was calculating the gains and losses in his mind. After all, his Niu Gulu family had been deeply entangled with Xibian in recent years, and they had done a lot of mutually beneficial things.
If you suddenly break up, you really need to carefully study the timing to see if it is really appropriate.
"As for the second one.
I have a hand in dealing with Cai Gen. As long as you cooperate, it won't be a big problem.
Moreover, I think Cai Gen can sort out your family."
Lang Mintao smoked and nodded. Both of these points made sense.
"Third, haha...
Xiao Taotao, I definitely can’t let your work go in vain.
We are relatives, wealth is wealth, I will consider it all.
The remains of Gonggong..."
"If you do it, are you sure you can have a piece of our family?"
Lang Mintao did not listen further and interrupted Tong Aiguo rudely.
Other things are not that important compared with Gonggong's remains.
That is the cornerstone of their shamanistic beliefs, and there is no room for ambiguity.
Just like discussing relics with Xibian, there is no room for negotiation at all.
"Hey, little Taotao, after finishing the work, I must have a piece."
This sentence was said by Xiao Tmall imitating Tong Aiguo's tone.
