This old farmer's home is a very backward and backward mud house.
It's not because the old farmers are very poor, but because the productivity here is really too backward, the technology is stuck at this stage, and only houses like this can be piled up.
But this is not a big problem for Xia Po and the other three.
As a monk, I usually don’t sleep at night. I basically meditate and practice.
It is estimated that looking at the entire world of cultivation, Xia Po is the only one who maintains the habit of sleeping every night and can still cultivate to the stage of becoming a god.
The next morning, Xia Po and the others were preparing to get close to the old farmer in order to find out something, but a young man walked in out of breath.
What should this young man say?
His skin took on a sickly color, as if he was malnourished, and his whole body exuded a feeling of weakness.
As soon as this guy came in, his eyes were fixed on He Feng, and it was like he was stained with it, and he couldn't move away for a long time.
He Feng's face showed anger, and then he glared at him with a fierce look, which brought him back to reality.
"Dad, why are outsiders coming to our house?"
At this time, the old farmer was lighting the fire and putting something like mud on top. It is said that he was frying pancakes.
After hearing his son's words, the old farmer snorted disdainfully.
"An outsider? I think you are like an outsider! You haven't been home for so long. Are you going to have fun again? Are you still going to be my father?"
A roar made the young man shrink his neck instantly.
It can be seen that this guy is very afraid of his father.
Seeing this, Xinchen walked over directly.
His huge body immediately formed a strong contrast when placed next to the young man.
One is covered in muscles, the other is malnourished.
The young man looked at Xinchen's figure and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. He was about to retreat when Xinchen grabbed his hand directly.
"You...what are you doing?"
The young man was frightened and tried desperately to break free.
But in front of Xinchen, his power was just like a sick cat.
However, Xinchen was obviously the type with a relatively big brain, and he actually didn't feel there was anything wrong with what he did, and said to the young man with a smile.
"Brother, we are looking for someone from a village far away. Don't show up."
Upon hearing that they were outsiders, the fear on the young man's face became more obvious.
However, Xinchen still didn't notice.
"Looking at you like this, you must be running outside every day, right? Do you know if any other outsiders have come to the village recently, or if there are any strange things?"
After Xinchen finished speaking, he looked at Xia Po and the two of them proudly.
Let alone Xia Po, He Feng felt speechless.
How can a normal person ask such a question?
If this isn't a self-destructing truck, what is it?
It can only be said that this guy Xinchen didn't know if his brain was damaged when Xia Po tampered with his memory. His thoughts are simply too single-minded.
In fact, Xia Po had already asked the old man indirectly last night, but naturally he didn't ask anything.
Later, the three of them summarized the reason and believed that the old man's daily schedule was too simple, so he didn't know a lot of things himself, let alone answer the three people's questions.
If you want to ask something valuable, you have to find a young person to ask.
No, the young man delivered it to his door himself.
Moreover, from the recent chat between the young man and the old farmer, we can tell that this young man seems to like running outside and doesn't know what to do.
So Xinchen used his little brain, which was not very smart, and thought of asking this young man, maybe he could find out something.
In fact, there is nothing wrong with his thinking logic, because it is very likely that this young man really knows something.
But the way he asked the question was a bit too exaggerated.
At best, he was a monk, but to this mortal, he was just a muscular man of unknown origin. At worst, he was a walking unknown muscle who could kill someone with a punch at any time.
With his body type, he doesn't make people feel friendly at all, let alone being pulled over and asked.
What does this mean for ghosts?
As expected, the young man was no longer affected by his manipulations. He curled up his head and tried to say something with a trembling mouth, but nothing came out.
Seeing this, Xia Po hurriedly stepped forward, put Xinchen's hand down from the young man, and then smiled at the young man and said.
"The person we are looking for is his sister. He is very close to his sister, so he is a little anxious. Don't take it personally."
The young man obviously hadn't come out of the shadow of being dragged by a muscular man just now, and still looked at Xia Po with a fearful expression.
Xia Po glanced at Xin Chen helplessly and smiled.
"Hahaha, don't worry, none of us mean any harm. Do you want to say something to your father? Just say it directly, and we can just avoid it."
After saying that, he took Xin Chen and He Feng out directly.
As soon as he went out, He Feng no longer wanted to pretend to be that ordinary woman, so he directly pulled Xin Chen's ears and started scolding her.
What can I say about his brain? The whole length of his muscles has gone up. He hasn't thought about it for too long, and his brain has degenerated.
Xinchen also realized how stupid his behavior just now was, and he lowered his head in aggrieved manner and said nothing.
Soon, Xia Po stopped the two people from making a fuss and pointed into the room.
Only then did the two of them realize that they could crawl at the door and eavesdrop on the conversation between the two.
In the room, the young man smiled and poured water for the old farmer, and then he spoke.
"Dad, look at how thin I am now, can you..."
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise.
The old farmer slapped the table and stood up.
"You bastard, what little you have left is what I use to extend my life! Do you dare to think wrong about this? I'll beat you to death for being an unfilial son!"
"Dad, I'm borrowing this, and I will definitely pay it back to you."
Then, a huge noise came from the room, as well as the young man's miserable howl.
Finally, the young man ran out with a bruised nose and a swollen face, holding something wrapped in cloth.
As soon as they came out, they hurriedly ran in a certain direction without even looking at Xia Po and the others.
And the old farmer immediately chased after him.
"You piece of shit, don't let me see you in the future. If I see you, I will beat you to death, you useless thing!"
It can be seen that the old farmer is really angry.
Xia Po and the other three looked at each other, and finally He Feng stepped forward and began to comfort the old man.
Finally, the old man and Xia Po sat around the fire and began to talk about what was going on.
The old farmer's wife died very early, so the old farmer raised the young man alone.
Originally, according to this existing situation, everyone should live comfortably.
But something happened later, and all the young girls in the village were obsessed, and even the young men who were supposed to be working...
Halfway through the story, the old farmer suddenly shut up, shook his head and sighed.
"I can't tell, I can't tell. You said the person you're looking for is this strong man's sister, so I still have to advise you, don't look for her, otherwise you'll end up like my son!"
Now the three of them became completely serious.
Finally, they discovered the clues about this magic door!
Xia Po winked at Xin Chen, and then Xin Chen understood and looked directly at the old farmer.
"Old man, my sister and I have a really good relationship. If you know anything, please tell me. I...I have never had a father or a mother since I was a child, but my sister and I...wuwuwu."
So, Xinchen began to tell a tragic and desolate story, telling the injustice of heaven.
After a while, the corners of Xinchen's eyes became really wet, and the old farmer was also moved.
Finally, he looked up at the ceiling and sighed again.
"Hey, what are I afraid of those people for? That's all I have to say. In fact, several immortals came here three years ago..."
Before the old farmer finished speaking, a mouthful of old blood sprayed onto the fire, making the three of them stunned.
Xia Po was really dumbfounded. Wasn't this part of his plan?