Seeing that both of them were looking at him, Xie Jin pursed his lips, and still expressed his thoughts, "Since the old man was killed by Zhao Guangsheng and Gao Quan, I think the situation in front of us called the Holy Child Sacrifice At least the Gao family was involved."

Xie Jin's hands were intertwined, and he subconsciously picked up the nail of his left thumb with his right hand, "We were walking on the street with Zhao Dong, do you remember what those villagers said?"

"The news from the Gao family said that the sacrificial ceremony has been advanced." Ji Duan knew what Xie Jin meant, and following the man's train of thought, he continued, "Now we can clearly identify the opponents who are hostile to us, at least the Zhao family And the Gao family. Then the problem comes again, they just fought each other in the camp, why is their hostility so great?"

"People's malice can basically be divided into two points. They either simply dislike us, or we unintentionally hinder their goals or interests, so they will target them everywhere."

Wen Liang leaned on the wooden chair, and the light from the windproof lamp could only illuminate the outline of half of his face. He shrugged, "I am more inclined to the latter possibility. Li Yougui also said just now that the primitive desire will stimulate the deepest part of human nature. With evil thoughts, the few of us have hindered those people's desires."

He leaned forward, put his weight back on the wooden table, and tapped his fingers on the table, Wen Liang continued, "I didn't think anything was wrong at first, but if you think back to when you were in the camp, Zhao Guangsheng Was it really because of us that what they said and what they did did the night attack?"

"What do you mean?" Ji Duan didn't react for a while. He frowned and looked at Wen Liang, trying to guess what he meant by his words, "Not for us? Could it be coming to He Nian?"

There was no reply on the other side of the table, Wen Liang just looked up at Ji Duan, his eyes tacitly acquiesced to this guess.

"It doesn't make sense. What are the five major families doing to arrest a He Nian? Does Badong Village have no personal freedom at all?" Ji Duan was surprised, he obviously did not agree with Wen Liang's statement.

"I didn't think about it so much before, but it's the only way I can explain it." Wen Liang's gaze passed between the two of them, looking at the ethereal night sky behind him, "Anyway, in these few days, those things Droktada will do.Help us prepare, and the last thing we need to do is find He Nian and build a relationship with those villagers."

Seven days, whether it is long or short, it shouldn't be too difficult to find He Nian in this small village.

"I'm hungry, I didn't dare to eat the food prepared by the old thief when I went to Zhao's house today, what shall we have for dinner?" Wen Liang put away his thoughts, and began to howl, "There is still enough food, not even a piece of chocolate left. "

When everything is over, go to the county supermarket to buy some for He Nian, Wen Liang thought, that little guy seems to like sweets very much.

For dinner, they cooked some noodles in the small pot that seemed useless and took up a lot of space. After eating canned cold food for a day and a night, they finally lit a bonfire in the middle of the Li family courtyard, and the fragrance of the noodles wafted out with the wind. A little bit of spark also adds a little breath of life to this long-abandoned building.

After the meal, they folded some paper ingots and burned them on the spot. It was for the old man who had only met once but was murdered. Thinking that he was only wrapped in a straw mat and thrown here during the day, to avoid resentment and anger. Some unnecessary troubles, they folded very piously.

The night was peaceful, and late at night, after Xie Jin and Ji Duan fell asleep, Wen Liang was still familiar with the way and went up to the roof. He drank alone in front of a bright moon.

After drinking a glass of wine, Wen Liang smacked his lips, the taste of the wine changed, he put away the jug helplessly, and stared blankly at the moonlight to let himself go.

The next morning, there was an extra burden in the yard. They opened it and saw that there were some common clothes in the village, and there was a note on the top. Written by Li Yougui.

"Put on clothes and integrate into the life of the villagers." In just two lines, Ji Duan put the distorted note on the table, and picked up a piece of clothing inside.

Not to mention how old the clothes are, the thin fabric has a musty smell, and if you just shake it like this, you can see the dust with the naked eye.

"Is he joking?" Holding his clothes and turning his head, Ji Duan was full of disgust, "I won't say anything if it's just old, but this smell, is it serious?"

"Old Ji, it would be nice to have you in it." Wen Liang picked out the biggest one, and put it on without shaking the ashes, under Ji Duan's almost surprised eyes, "Villagers, how can a young master like you be so particular about it?" , as long as the clothes can be worn."

After all, he saw Xie Jin who had already put on his clothes, and praised him vigorously, "Look at you Uncle Xie, young people still have to endure more hardships."

In desperation, Ji Duan still put on the sack-like cloth. Although his face was not so good, he didn't complain anymore.

Seven o'clock in the morning, according to common sense, is the beginning of crowds on the street. They followed the route they remembered to the main road of Badong Village, where Zhao Dong was stopped by those villagers for questioning.

Although there were not many people, there were already shouts on the street, probably because Wen Liang hid his white hair in his hat, and they were not recognized by anyone walking on the street.

"Sure enough, you are the most obvious sign." Ji Duan walked behind, looking at Wen Liang who completely covered his white hair. This guy was hunched over and dressed in a slovenly cloth. If you are tall, you will really think that he is an aborigine at a glance.

They walked to a breakfast shop that was smoking and sat down, pretending to be ordinary diners and ordering some food with the boss.

The boss was very enthusiastic, but he probably didn't recognize that the three of them were outsiders who entered the village a few days ago. The buns and porridge were quickly served on the table.

Eating steamed stuffed buns and drinking porridge, the three of them have the same feeling that this place is no different from the outside, and they all have the unique taste of the Northeast region. Even the boss himself speaks an authentic accent.

There are not many people eating here. When Wen Liang saw the boss coming down for leisure, he chatted with others while eating.

"Boss, your buns are fresh enough, what time do you get up every morning to make them?"

The boss was cleaning up the leftovers from the last table of guests. He didn't pay much attention to this, and replied casually, "I got up at three o'clock and got busy. Isn't there another sacrifice recently? Everyone is busy preparing, so today There are no guests yet."

Wen Liang snorted and chatted with the boss on purpose, "Your steamed stuffed buns are so delicious, they patronize and busy offering sacrifices, if they can't eat them, they are unlucky."

"Hey, it's too normal." The boss had already cleaned up the dishes. He looked in the direction of Wen Liang and the others, and suddenly felt that these three people seemed a little unfamiliar, at least he didn't seem to have seen them in this area, "... Before the sacrifice, those of us who do business also need to prepare, so naturally we don’t think it’s a bad thing to have fewer customers.”

Hei Liuliu rolled his eyes, and the boss seemed to be vigilant. He held a rag and walked towards the table where they were sitting. "Little brother, where do the three of you live?"

The boss looked at the hair of the three of them, but did not find the rumored silver-white hair color. He seemed relieved, threw the rag on the table, and said with a sigh of relief, "I have no other intentions. I just heard that recently Three outsiders came and killed the old Jiangtou who guarded the tomb, and everyone is afraid recently."

"Why did they kill people?" Ji Duan was impatient. He lowered his voice, making his voice sound like he was ten years older. "Didn't it mean that the one who killed Old Jiang was actually someone else?"

"Where there are other people, I think they killed them!" The boss curled his lips, his expression vivid as if he was dancing, "I heard that there is a white-haired devil among the three who can do some strange magic. The eldest sons of the five clans are no match for him."

The boss spoke eloquently about how the three evil "intruders" destroyed the peaceful life in the village, while the three parties sat at the table diagonally across from him, listening to what the boss said they had never done themselves. Horrific feat.

"...We've finished eating, how do we pay?" Wen Liang wiped the corner of his mouth solemnly, as if the boss was not talking about them but some other characters he didn't want to do.

The boss gave him a strange look, "Alipay, WeChat or cash, whichever is fine, a total of 25.8."

Still so serious that there was no confusion in his expression, Wen Liang gestured to the boss for the WeChat payment interface, got up and left without saying anything.

After Xie Jin and Ji Duan also walked away, the boss inadvertently glanced at the head of the payer, his face changed, and then raised his eyes to try to find the three people just now, where are they still there?

I saw the head portrait of the payer, clearly visible white hair, wearing a blue Taoist robe, and his face was somewhat similar to the person just now. The most bizarre thing was the WeChat name: Didi Zhaogui Wen Daochang.

This is clearly the rumored big devil who does all kinds of evil in the village! The boss panicked in an instant. He began to blame his poor eyesight. Not only did he fail to recognize him, but he also struck up a conversation with the other party. Just as he was about to close the stall and flee home, a piece of paper on the table caught his attention.

The piece of paper was pressed at the bottom of the bowl of the man wearing the hat just now. The boss boldly held it in his hand and found that it was a line of very standard and beautiful seal characters.

"It is fate that we met today. The boss is warm-hearted and kind, and he is a person who can make money. We are not the villains and gangsters in the rumors, but we have no choice but to come to Badong Village to seek medical treatment with a mentality of trying."

The piece of paper was stained with a little oil, and through the paper, the boss saw that there seemed to be words on the back.

Turn it over and look, there is a line of big characters that is completely different from the front style, "Fushou Wuliang Tianzun, I wish you a lot of money."

Wen Liang: Get rich and get rich, wish you a lot of money