I, mouth gun, number one in the world [Transmigration Book]

After bathing and changing clothes, the waiter of the temple served a table of food and wine for the two of them. Although it was not as exquisite as the Central Plains food, the color and aroma were also unique.

Position C is about to move, but Duan Cangyu has no appetite.The few waiters beside him were busy pouring wine and adding food, and staring at him intently, there was a tendency that he would not stop moving his chopsticks.

Duan Cangyu was much more cautious after experiencing this, but now the behavior of these waiters made him feel suspicious, fearing that the other party would tamper with the food and drink, and worried whether there was something wrong that caused the other party to change his mind and attack .I really didn't dare to eat lightly, so I waited for a while and saw that the C-position scan was completed, and then I started eating.

Seeing this, the waiters breathed a sigh of relief, but when Duan Cangyu stopped eating, the faces of the waiters regained their tense look.

The headed waitress cautiously asked in a strange mandarin tone: "Dear guest, the food... isn't it good?"

Duan Cangyu shook his head, looked around the waitress carefully, and asked, "Aren't you from the Central Plains?"

"Slave is from the desert." The maid replied to him.

Under the long-term invasion of the yellow sand in the desert, the maid's facial complexion was brownish, and her hair also looked withered and yellow, but the outline and facial features were different from the aborigines in this desert.Duan Cangyu thought that this waitress was also a captive from the Central Plains, but now hearing her accent, he probably misunderstood.

"Who did you learn this Mandarin from?" Duan Cangyu asked again.

"Afa." The waitress changed her words again, "Mother."

"Your mother is from the Central Plains?"

The waitress nodded.

"My name is Duan Cangyu. What's your name?"

"Yara."

"Yala... Yala." Duan Cangyu read her name softly, with a smile on his lips, "This name sounds nice."

Person C glanced at Duan Cangyu in surprise.

Yala lowered her eyes and dared not look directly at him, and murmured softly, "Dear guest, your name sounds nice too."

Feeling the ambiguous atmosphere between the two, the other waiters bowed and retreated to leave space for the two of them. After all, the order they received was to meet all the needs of the distinguished guest as long as they stayed in the room.

Person C put down the delicious food in his hand, his extremely simulated eyes turned between the two of them, and soon followed the waiter to leave after seeing the hint given by Duan Cangyu.

"Are you also a believer of the Mouse God? Or a simple waiter? Or both?" Duan Cangyu continued to ask her.

"Apa was cursed by the evil spirit last year, and Ayama couldn't help it. It was the holy medicine given by the saint that made Apa calm. Our people are protected by the wolf god and cannot serve the rat god. Therefore, as the firstborn, we need Thank you for the gift of the Rat God for Appa."

Appa?The curse of the evil spirit?Ayama?Duan Cangyu frowned, digesting the strange term alone.

Yala seemed to sense his doubts, and recounted the story in detail in an unfamiliar language after stumbling, Duan Cangyu finally connected everything.

Apa is Yala's father. The curse of the evil spirit is probably a disease that can cause severe pain. It is only because of backward thinking that Yala's people think that it is cursed by the evil spirit.Ayama, who is a wise man of the family, was also unable to exorcise Yala's father, so Yala's father had to wait for death.But the people of the temple rescued Yara's father in order to preach.

It's a pity that Yala's father is a devout believer of the wolf god, and he is unwilling to abandon his belief for his own life.

Yala obtained the holy medicine at the cost of dedicating her life without telling her father, which made her father better.

"The holy medicine really lifted the curse on your Apa?"

Yala paused, "It's not relieved, but the pain is gone. As long as the evil spirits come, Apa will be in pain, but after taking the holy medicine, the rat god will connect Apa's soul to the Land of Elysium, and the evil spirits will I ran away when I couldn’t find Apa. But soon Apa will be sent back by the rat god, and the curse of the evil spirit is stronger. The saint said that it was because Apa didn’t respect the rat god. As Apa’s Firstborn, as long as I am willing to dedicate my life to the Rat God, the Rat God will protect my people."

"Are you the only one in your clan, Apa, who is cursed by the evil spirit?"

"Yes, Ayama said that it was because Apa expelled the desert wolf that broke into his house and angered the wolf god, so the wolf god no longer protected him, and the evil spirit's curse took effect on Apa."

Duan Cangyu looked at it for a long time, and finally confirmed that Yala was not lying, but he didn't feel any better because of it, on the contrary, he became more confused.

Previously, his speculation about the temple administering medicine and donating medicine by himself was self-defeating under Yala's experience. There is only one family of villains and cults who prescribe medicine.Not to mention that the Yala family is nothing special, and it is not beneficial to preaching.

How can saving one person win the hearts of a whole family?So waste of time and energy thankless in the end for what?

Could this holy medicine really fail?

The long silence made the hard-won relaxed atmosphere disappear without a trace, Yala became nervous again, and knelt at Duan Cangyu's feet with ease, speaking Mandarin more stumblingly than before.

"Honored guest, slave... slave... said... did you say something wrong?"

Duan Cangyu breathed out, put on a smiling face, helped her up, let her sit beside him, and handed her the wine glass on the table.

"I heard that Da Mo's daughter is good at drinking. You don't have to be afraid, I just feel the same way, and I think of my parents after hearing your experience."

Yala raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes were still a little dodgy and she didn't dare to look directly at him, but she still obediently drank the wine.

"You...your parents..."

"I haven't seen them for a long time... I don't know how they are doing. I... I have been out with my brother for so long, they may have been anxious. But we can't go home, I don't know when we can go back, I don't know Can I go back? My parents only have two children, me and my younger brother, and there are few people in the family who can take care of themselves. If we can't go back, who can take care of our parents until they grow old?" Duan Cangyu pretended to be a fake and put a glass of wine into his stomach In the middle, and then filled the empty wine glasses of the two of them.

"Don't talk about that. How long have you been here? Did you go back to see you, Apa, and your family?"

"The next lunar month will be March." Yala said with eyelashes trembling, "People like us can't get out, even death can't bring us back to the arms of our parents. Betrayers are needed, and our souls can only be kept in the temple."

Maybe it was alcohol or maybe it was driven by Duan Cangyu's emotions, Yala's red eye circles could no longer be stopped, tears fell into her collar in an instant, and only two lines of water stains remained on her face, "Apa and It’s all good if Afa is good. As long as I sincerely worship and believe in the rat god, the next time the evil spirit comes again, the rat god will let Apa’s soul stay in the blissful place without pain for a longer time! After that, the evil spirit will not Look for Appa again!"

"Land of Elysium..." Duan Cangyu understood every word of Yala's words, but it took him a long time to react to the too many metaphors before he could figure out what she meant. Words, the voice was too soft to be heard, something seemed to flash in my mind, but I couldn't catch it quickly.

"You just said..." Duan Cangyu just raised his head and then put it back. The thing he wanted to grab just now disappeared without a trace, so he could only start another topic.

"A lot?" Yala was still crying, Duan Cangyu looked at the young girl who might only be in junior high school in modern times, biting her lower lip and sobbing, fearing that people outside would hear it, but even so, It was also the only time in the past three months that she had a chance to vent her pain.

Duan Cangyu saw that he was afraid that his fake show would affect the overall situation again, so he spoke to adjust, but there was a trace of compassion in his words that he didn't realize, "Are there many people like you who dedicate their lives to saving their loved ones in the temple? "

"Slave... I don't know. Entering the temple is a new life, the past is gone, and it shouldn't be mentioned." Yala wiped her tears as if remembering something, stood up again, and said in a panic: "Dear guest, please don't leave slaves behind." Tell others what you said before."

"I understand." Duan Cangyu pointed to her eyes and handed her the handkerchief left by the waiter just now. Seeing that her expression improved, she asked, "Yala, can you do me a favor too?"