Ghost Slayer Blacksmith's Self-Cultivation

Those were a few elderly people. At this time, they were forming a circle with their shoulders crossed, and they seemed to be discussing something in their mouths.

The five veteran cadres wore only a pair of underpants to hide their shame, and their feet kept stepping back and forth in the sorghum-filled mixture.

This is also the most important step in wine making, called koji making. The so-called koji is the bone of wine. Strong and mellow liquor cannot be separated from good koji making technology.

However, their faces seemed to be full of worry. Koji making was usually done by experienced young women, and they rarely used mechanical equipment to interfere, let alone older people.

"Bartender Taro, who are they?"

"How can you bring outsiders here, what a nonsense!"

"Oh! How decent is this!"

There were several stern shouts from a distance, and the only one who was still awake, Shankong stared at the white figures in the distance.

If Takeo was still awake, he would definitely be able to reap a few waves of surprise points, but now he doesn't have this fate.

The bartender Taro didn't dare to delay but trotted over. It could be seen that he was very afraid of the figures in front of him, and whispered something in front of one of the figures.

"Fuck! Why didn't you say it earlier!"

"Hurry up and take me there to have a look!"

One of the voices was obviously scolding, and the bartender Taro lowered his waist, like a little chicken in front of him, and even his tone became humble.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Village Chief!"

And the figure in front of him was his father, the contemporary village chief and bartender Lao Lang.

The bartender Lao Lang snorted coldly, then walked towards Shan Kong and the others.

"lie!"

Shankong looked at the arrogant and domineering appearance of the man just now, but at this moment he knelt down on one knee as if begging himself for something.

Seeing the puzzled look of the young man in front of him, the old man immediately realized that he was too abrupt just now, and immediately explained to the young man.

"Hi, I'm the village head here. Did the Ghost Killing Squad send you here, please save the village?"

The cloudy eyes of the bartender Lao Lang were full of tears, just because of the frequent strange things in the village, he had already been annoyed a little.

At this time, seeing the Ghost Killing Squad send people again, he immediately saw the hope of saving the village again.

Yamasora froze for a moment, then looked at the bartender Taro beside him and kept winking at himself.

Shan Kong knew in his heart that this matter might not be that simple, but Shan Kong didn't ask any more questions, just looked at the bartender Lao Lang indifferently.

Seeing that Shan Kong didn't understand him, the bartender Lao Lang felt a little anxious, and hurriedly said: "Youth, as long as you can help our village tide over the difficulties, I will thank you on behalf of the village."

"Village Chief, that's not what I meant. Get up quickly. We are from Qiansi Town. In fact, our archbishop sent us here. However, the ghost killing team you mentioned has indeed consulted with us."

"Village chief, get up quickly, we are here for this purpose."

Shan Kong and the bartender Taro on the side quickly helped the village chief bartender Lao Lang, but the village chief shook his son's hand away in disgust.

"Dad, when is it? Since everyone is here, why do you keep some things secret?"

The bartender Taro shouted hysterically. He really didn't know what time his father was.

Looking at the entangled father and son in front of him, Shankong felt a headache.

His parents were killed by ghosts since he was a child, and seeing the father and son arguing in front of him, he really had a look of envy.

"The village chief, please wait a moment, can you help save my friends first, they seem to have passed out just now."

At this time, the village chief felt that he had lost his composure just now, and he didn't even notice the two teenagers lying beside him.

"Old fellows, come and help! Stop the work under your feet first!"

The village chief looked at the two teenagers. One of them had a flushed face, like a ripe apple.

The other's face was pale, as if his body had been hollowed out by something.

Four or five veteran cadres put down their work and said to the village chief and bartender Lao Lang side by side.

"Master Village Chief, could it be that these two teenagers are suffering from heat stroke!"

"Heatstroke!"

Speaking of being here, Shankong also felt that his back was already sweating, and a large area was soaked.

The temperature here is as high as 40 degrees, mainly to allow the bacteria in the koji to ferment faster, but for ordinary people, the temperature here is like entering a sauna suddenly, which is unbearable.

"Quick, take them away first!"

"Bartender Taro, hurry up and inform the doctor, don't let anything happen to you!"

The village head commanded the crowd in an orderly manner: "Work hard together!"

With a wave of the village chief's hand, several elderly people of about the same age raised one leg each, and carried the fainted Takeo and Terajima Yu out.

Shan Kong followed behind, and he didn't really care if he didn't come, but it seemed serious when the village chief said so, and he prayed silently in his heart that nothing would happen.

At night, the silver-white moonlight shone on the window sill, Takeo looked up at the ceiling, his body was tense, tightly wrapped by thick bandages.

Takeo, who was confused, looked at the dark surroundings and felt a little panic in his heart.

"Terashima Yuu, Yamasora, are you alright?"

Takeo raised his head and asked, trying to recall the previous memories, he couldn't help blaming the vigorous Terashima Yuu for not being able to grasp this point of willpower, and even implicated him.

"Takeo, is that you? I'm here!"

"Fortunately, (⊙o⊙)...what's the matter with the bandage on this body!"

Terashima Yuu struggled to get up, but unexpectedly, his body was tied so tightly that he couldn't move at all, and kept yelling loudly.

"Why did you tie me up, what are you doing!"

"Brother Takeo, Yuu Terashima, you guys are finally awake!"

A figure walked in from the door, his tone full of joy.

Yamasora lit the kerosene lamp and put it on the table, and the small room suddenly became bright.

Shan Kong looked at the two people who woke up, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted happily.

With the help of the bright light, Zhuxiong saw that at some point, he had been wrapped like a big rice dumpling.

"Shankong, tell me what's going on, and solve it for me quickly!"

Some angry Terashima Yuu and Takeo replied together in a surprisingly tacit understanding.

"Brother Zhuxiong, it's like this. You fainted in that wine cellar just now. It was the village chief who called someone to carry you out, and even specially called a doctor to help you!"

"It's the barefoot doctor!"

"Hmm, that barefoot doctor said that you are very sick, so I will help you to treat it!"

Zhuxiong secretly cried out that something is wrong.Thinking of the barefoot doctor with sly eyebrows and mouse eyes, his body trembled involuntarily.