When AI intelligent people meet fierce gods

The village chief went out of the guest room, and did not go back to the main house to sleep, nor did he go to the coffin shop to help with the wedding decorations. Instead, he walked out of the yard, turned a corner under the cover of night, and went straight to the clan ancestral hall next to him.

There was a man in a black robe and a hood who had been waiting in the ancestral hall for a long time.

The brim of the hood embroidered with gold trim hangs down, covering most of the man's face, so that others still can't see his appearance clearly.

The extremely important glass bottle was hung on his waist, and he carried it with him.

The hooded man stood motionless, quietly staring at the neatly lined up Li family ancestors in the ancestral hall, until he heard a "squeak", and the village head pushed the door open.

"Three outsiders suddenly broke into the village tonight, did you know?" the village chief asked straight to the point.

The hooded man's voice was still hoarse, like two pieces of metal rubbing against each other: "I know."

The village head asked again: "Those three people said that they are anchors... Are their identities true or false? You are responsible for serving the gods here every day. Did the statue tell you?"

The "god" you enshrine has not heard from you all day today!

The hooded man nodded slightly: "That white-haired young man is naturally a famous anchor. I have seen him on the Internet more than once in the outside world. If you still have doubts in your heart, you can check the live broadcast and videos under his account."

He avoided the important ones, did not mention the silent gods, nor did he mention the real identities of the other two, but only singled out Yi Qi.

The village head narrowed his eyes: "Really?"

"You can't question it casually!" The man scolded softly, "I am sent by the Stirrich family, and I have the qualifications to communicate with the gods."

Hearing this, the village chief's face creased together, and he muttered in a low voice: "I know you have something to do with the foreigners, but you're not our Li family, I can't trust outsiders..."

Here, the family newspaper group and the village are closed, and over time, it naturally becomes extremely exclusive.

Still suspicious, the village chief took out his phone, and in a way unique to the elderly, stretched out a finger, clicked on the screen of the smartphone, and awkwardly opened Yiqi's live account.

As he said, he is indeed an Internet celebrity anchor with explosive traffic and a huge number of fans. He is not a false identity just made up casually.

After repeated verifications, the village chief finally felt relieved and completely dispelled the guard in his heart.

He took back his mobile phone and said as if nothing had happened: "Our planning has reached a critical point, you should deal with the matter at hand as soon as possible, and don't make any mistakes at this time."

The hooded man was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "What are you talking about?"

The village head snorted coldly, and pointed to the glass bottle on his waist: "Isn't this thing supposed to be destroyed long ago? Why are you still carrying it around? You don't mind the trouble!"

Inside the glass bottle, a cluster of bright and white soft light, like a soft ball of light, is floating up and down inside the bottle, hitting the bottle wall gently from time to time.

This is where Feng Qingtong's soul fire was stripped out, where his three souls and seven souls reside.

The hooded man took a step back, instinctively reached out to block the bottle, and blocked the village chief's malicious gaze.

His voice became deeper and hoarse: "I have my own measure, take care of your own affairs, and don't point fingers."

In order to achieve the same goal, the Stirrich family and Xiaoli Village have temporarily united. The relationship between them is not only a cooperative relationship, but also a relationship of mutual use, which is far from the point of heart-to-heart.

The village chief smacked his mouth and waved his hand impatiently: "Let's find a chance and smash this bottle quickly! I won't have long nights and dreams."

"I don't want to worry too much, you continue to serve the gods here, and now I'm going to the coffin shop to supervise the arrangement of the auditorium. No matter what, the wedding and the ceremony of worshiping the gods are two big things!

After all, the village chief hunched his back, turned around and left with his shoes on.

For a moment, only the souls of the hooded man and Feng Qingtong remained in the dimly lit clan ancestral hall.

Locked in a bottle, Feng Qingtong looked like a small glowing light bulb to outsiders. She kept her mind clear, listened to all the conversations from beginning to end, and learned a lot of information.

It's a pity that he is trapped here and has been unable to get out, no amount of information is useless.

He looked up at the hooded man in front of him.

This person in front of him should be an enemy, but out of some selfishness, he is reluctant to destroy him.

To kill but not to kill, to let go but not to let go, what a contradiction!Who is the real identity of the man in the hood?

Feng Qingtong thoughtfully raised her hand to caress her temples, the string of digital codes printed on her temples was feeling slightly hot.

Perhaps, Yi Qi and his party lived not far from him.

……

At the same moment, in the guest room of the village chief's house.

Feng Zhu, who disappeared inexplicably, suddenly returned.

Feng Zhu is tall and Yi Qi is tall. The two big men are squeezed together on the same narrow old wooden bed. They are so cramped that they can't stretch their hands and feet, and their bodies can only stick tightly together.

In the dark night, the two of them didn't speak for a while, and the atmosphere was silent and ambiguous for a moment.

Yi Qi silently turned over on the bed, looking at Feng Zhu's pair of golden eyes that were still shining in the dark.

With a sense of smell far superior to that of ordinary people, he caught a trace of the bloody smell in the air.

In the darkness, he stretched out his hand in the direction of the wind candle, and his pale fingertips lightly brushed the other's chin.

Immediately, Feng Zhu's golden eyes widened slightly, and then he narrowed his eyes comfortably, and let out a low grunt from the depths of his throat.

In the past, this willful and arrogant evil god, at this moment, is like a black leopard whose chin has been scratched, and he is very fit!

Yiqi's fingertips touched an uneven mark near his neck.

It was a very thin wound, exuding a slight smell of blood, and it was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He didn't ask where Feng Zhu went during the day, but just asked: "Did you fight?"

Although it was a question, the tone was affirmative.

Fengzhu snorted softly, with a hint of disdain and showing off: "There is a guy in the village who doesn't want you to come in. I think he is upset, so I beat him up!"

Being able to leave a scar on Fengzhu's body, even though it was only a superficial one, was enough to prove that there was something in the village that was not easy to mess with, and definitely not a kind person to get along with.

At least it is stronger than the heart in Liming Hospital.

Yiqi: "Who won?"

Feng Zhu let out a deep laugh: "Do you think I will lose?"

"That guy is a master of escape. He has no dignity or shame. He hides in the ground everywhere to hide his life. This time he let him escape. If it wasn't for his excellent escape, I would have beaten him to death many years ago."

"As for now... it was beaten by me just now, and it is probably squatting in some small corner at this time, secretly trying to make trouble!"

While the two were talking, the wound on Fengzhu's neck had healed, and the skin became smooth again, and the fingertips touched by Yi Qi only left a warm touch.

So Yiqi withdrew his finger.

"Tsk!" Feng Zhu smacked his tongue in dissatisfaction.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head again, his golden eyes sparkling: "The guy hiding in the village wants to raise his head again, he really is a guy who cares about eating but not fighting!"

Without warning and without saying goodbye, his figure disappeared into the darkness again.

The bed next to Yiqi was vacant again.

The remaining warmth on the fingertips disappeared quickly, and Yi Qi was used to the other party's sudden disappearance without explanation.

Everyone do their own thing!

He rolled over and got out of bed, looked up to the window of the guest room.

The courtyard of the village chief's house was built in the depths of Xiaoli Village. Apart from the solemn and solemn clan ancestral hall with black bricks and black tiles beside the courtyard, it was only adjacent to a piece of wasteland in the north of the village.

It is night now, and ordinary people can only see a dark and desolate night scene through the window at this time.

But relying on his excellent night vision ability, Yi Qi could see the scene on that piece of wasteland clearly and take a panoramic view.

Semicircular mounds rose from the ground one by one, casting black silhouettes in the night.

It was one grave after another, densely crowded in the same cemetery.

Looking at it suddenly, the scene outside the window is really scary!

Different from the messy graves they passed by before, although the graves in front of them were new and old, they were all very clean. There was no trace of weeds in front of the tombstones, and there were yellow paper fruits and other offerings in front of the graves.

The tombs are so densely buried that they are not far from the courtyard of the village head's house, but the village head doesn't shy away from living there.

This cemetery is even next to the clan ancestral hall, and most of the names of the deceased on the tombstones start with the surname Li.

Obviously, this is the clan cemetery of Xiaoli Village, and only the Li family can be buried in this ancestral tomb after death.

"Bang, bang!"

At this moment, Yi Qi heard a knock on the door.

Li Guoqiang and Yuan Linlin were quietly standing at the door of the guest room while the village chief was away.

Yi Qi opened the door silently and invited the two into the room.

As soon as Li Guoqiang entered the house, he turned around and closed the door, and reported in a low voice: "The village head has just left, and there is no one else living in the yard except the three of us."

Yuan Linlin also reported: "There is no one watching around the yard. Either, this village is really peaceful and peaceful, so the villagers are not at all wary of strangers; or, the village chief has completely believed in our identities and is very confident that we are almost An outsider can't make any waves on his territory."

Yi Qi nodded, thanking the two for their investigative capabilities, and said, "I've already checked, and there aren't any wiretapping devices or pinhole cameras in this empty room."

Then, he asked the two of them to take out the communication equipment and spread it out on the table.

He picked out suitable tools from his backpack and began to repair the communicator.

"The reason why the communication equipment is disconnected from the outside world is because Xiao Li Village is not in the real world, but at the intersection of a folding space." He explained while revising.

"The communication frequency of the folding space is not compatible with the outside world, so it will cause gaps. Just adjust your communication equipment and the network used by the villagers to the same frequency, and the communication can be repaired."

After a simple and quick rectification, he returned the communication device to the two of them: "You two take it, remember to keep in touch with me at any time."

"Since the village head has expressed welcome, the villagers of Xiaoli Village, whether they are enemies or friends, at least they will now show tolerance and hospitality, even if it's just a show! This will help us investigate the news and find clues."

"The two of you take advantage of the darkness to inspect the location and layout of the entire village. If you encounter danger on the way, you don't have to fight directly. Find a way to withdraw to my side."

"I need to go to the wedding decoration site of the coffin shop. It's best to meet the bride and groom."

The three of them gathered in the guest room, discussed the plan with each other, and then quietly went out to act under the cover of night.

The roads in Xiaoli Village are narrow and unfamiliar, and it is extremely difficult to walk in the dark, but Yi Qi followed the route in his memory processor and the way they came, and quickly and accurately found the coffin shop next to the village entrance. .

Once it got dark, the whole village seemed to fall into a dead silence, every house turned off the lights, and the houses were completely dark.

Only at the door of every household, a lantern is hung under the eaves.

The skeleton of the bamboo lantern is pasted with white paper. The candlelight inside the lamp is flickering, revealing a pale light through the white lampshade. I don't know what is the local custom.

In this dead silence, only the coffin shop is brightly lit, bustling and full of people's voices, which is particularly conspicuous.

When Yi Qi rushed over, he looked from a distance and found that a stage had even been set up outside the wedding hall.

This stage is small, and its main structure is made of wooden frames and reeds, which looks very light and fragile.

The stage was decorated in the same way as the auditorium, also covered in red and colorful, on which stood an opera singer with a painted face, holding an allegro in his hand.

The villagers who helped arrange the wedding scene before all gathered around at this moment, staring at the opera singer on the stage, smiling idiotically.

The young man started booing: "Sing one! Sing one!"

"Sing the Divine Comedy! We want to hear the Divine Comedy!"

The singer was a middle-aged man with a strong build, his skin was dark and rough, and he painted a ferocious grimace on his face with oil paint, which didn't match the atmosphere of the wedding at all.

Hearing the booing from the audience, the singer cleared his throat, roared in a local mountain tune, and sang a very rough and unrestrained tune:

【Sing a birthday song to heaven,】

[The folks and elders don't look back. 】

【Suspicion is doomed to death,】

[With a clear conscience, the gods take the lead. 】

This piece of music is obviously a product made up by the villagers themselves. There are no literary allusions, only vernacular and local accents, with a barbaric vitality in the countryside.

There was a burst of applause from the villagers listening to the opera, and the singer became proud, and shouted again:

[Touch the east and look west, the beauty is rare! 】

【Look up, look down, you won't die! 】

The villagers let out a burst of laughter and started booing loudly.

The opera singer waved the allegro in his hand and joked to the audience:

"Don't worry, don't worry, the heavenly girl will come down to earth to be your wife~~"

The laughter around him was even louder, but Yi Qi, who got into the crowd, frowned unconsciously.

There is something in the words of this play!And what does it have to do with blessings and weddings?

Amidst bursts of laughter, the opera singer straightened up suddenly, the playful smile on his face subsided, the style of the song changed, and the last few tunes hissed out:

【Don't be afraid of you and I don't worry about being rich,】

【Life after life, we are poor and suffer. 】

【Bless God~~Bless God~~】

[Sacrificing his life in the world——]

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