Today's Air God is also saving the world

Of course, Chen Zihao didn't know what the snapdragon grass they were talking about was, but just by looking at their performance and language, he could tell that it was definitely not a good thing.

But before he took a step forward to retaliate against them with new and old hatreds, he was held back by Liu Yan and Hu Si, and he turned his head and stared at them angrily, a feeling of betrayal swept through his heart.

The fire of resentment was burning everywhere, making the hearts of the two holding him jump at the same time. They realized that even if they kept the young master in this dungeon, they would not end well if they went back.

However, if they really let him die here, they will not have any good fruit to eat when they go back.

A few people fell into a stalemate for a while, they were immersed in their own thinking, until Gojo Satoru clapped his palms, and a sudden crisp voice brought them back to their senses.

"Then do you agree or not?"

Liu Yan took a deep breath, nodded heavily, and ignored Chen Zihao's reaction.

Gojo Satoru saw them nodded in satisfaction, "Then you must follow my command today, if you don't obey..."

Hu Si raised his eyebrows, "What will happen if you don't listen?"

"Hmph, I'll kill you~"

Gojo Satoru smiled happily, his tone was soft, and he was not aggressive at all. When he said this, he seemed to be joking with everyone. However, the people present felt chills down their spines. They clearly understood what he said All are true.

Luo Jia swallowed, wiped the cold sweat from the frightened forehead, and asked cautiously: "Then can we start now?"

"Then you all can come in and help." Gojo Satoru finished speaking and his eyes fell on Nakahara Nakaya, "It will probably take a long time for us to dress up, so Jiu will take them to play together."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the people in the guards fell on them. They all understood what Gojo Satoru meant, that they wanted to keep them all trapped in this room, and then let these children take the opportunity to inquire. Condition.

Zhong Yuanzhong also nodded, and took the person away without hesitation. Time waits for no one, and it's the same if you have something to say when you come back.

"It's really ruthless." After complaining, Gojo Satoru set his sights on the remaining group of people, "Let's all go in."

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The village head was sitting under the big tree at home to enjoy the shade, surrounded by a group of men of different ages, who were discussing the sacrificial activity.

The village chief took a sip of the homemade dry tobacco in his hand, and the blue-gray smoke sprayed into the air from his mouth and nose, and soon covered his face with a layer of mist, making it difficult to understand the emotions in his eyes.

He knocked the long cigarette rod in his hand, and the wooden cigarette butt hit the stone table with a dull sound, and the eyes of the others were all on him.

"Be careful with the sacrifice this time."

"The village chief doesn't have to be so cautious, does he?"

"Yes. No matter how powerful those little dolls are, can they beat so many of us?"

"What's more, although the girl looks tall and thin like a foreigner, her body is really weak, who can she beat?"

"Dong dong dong—" the village chief knocked on the table three times with the pipe in his hand, and the other villagers who were still thinking about saying a few words fell silent for a moment.

"Put away your contempt, I think you are all fascinated by the success of the past." The village chief's dark eyes swept over their faces, and his hoarse voice was as cold as a poisonous snake: "This time the sacrifice If anyone is holding me back, next year he will go to the escort team and send those little dolls into the mountain temple."

When the others saw him like this, they all shrank their heads in fright, trying to reduce their sense of existence, trying to get the village chief to spare them.

Unexpectedly, seeing their appearance, the village head became even more angry, he sneered, "put away your petty thoughts, if anyone dares to make trouble in this sacrifice, those little ghosts on the mountain will still be hungry. "

The village head was very clear about them. After all, he thought so too, but he didn't dare to take action because of his face and fear of the mountain god.

Thinking of this, the village chief took a deep breath of the dry tobacco. The dry tobacco made from the ghost's heart carried a hint of coolness and sweetness, and entered the lungs before being spit out. This greatly relieved his stomach pain when he thought of Monkey King's three children. intense hunger and thirst.

Who would have thought that at this time, there would still be people who didn't look long and asked: "Village Chief, are you really going to send them all away tonight?"

Seeing someone start, the others couldn't help but said: "Yes, village chief, those little dolls smell the same as that one, just looking at them makes me want to pull out my stomach and stuff them in. "

The village head exhaled another puff of green smoke, looked at him lightly and said, "Then leave one and send you there."

"Hehe, village chief, I... I was joking." The man retreated awkwardly, not daring to be exposed to the village chief's nose anymore.

"Huh~" The village chief raised his eyelids and glanced at the others, "If you are willing to replace those little dolls yourself, I don't agree with you keeping one."

The rest of the people quickly said they didn't dare, and shrank even smaller under his gaze, and they just wanted to find a seam in the ground and stuff themselves in immediately.

Seeing them like this, the village chief waved them all off to prepare for tonight's sacrifice.

On the other side, Sun Wukong and others also wandered around the village. Their residence is in the middle of the village, surrounded by houses. If they are ordinary people, it is not easy to escape. They are not ordinary at all. , Anyone who can beat a village here.

It was precisely because they lived in the very center that they found that this place was completely different from last night as soon as they went out.

Last night, the place was lifeless, and there were no inhabited houses, and it was desolate. It fit the name of this village, it was a realistic version of the barren mountain ghost village.

But now, the sun is shining brightly, the sky is clear, and the village is very lively under the warm sunlight.

There are red silk and satin hanging on the door of every house, and there are many women sitting on the threshold chatting, but the moment Monkey King and the others appeared, these people stopped chatting unanimously, and their eyes were fixed. Staring at them, there is this unconcealable greed and longing in the eyes.

Sun Wukong was not afraid of these gazes, he trotted forward to a fat aunt, raised his immature face, and opened his mouth to ask: "Little sister, do you know what the group of young people who brought us here want us to do?" ?"

The fat aunt was elated when he called her, and her round face that was already smiling turned into a flower at this moment, "You said they are so strong. Didn't you see that you are all white and tender, so I want to make you look like a flower?" You go to serve the mountain god, and then get the gift of immortality from the mountain god."

These kids smell really good.If it wasn't for the village chief's order that no one should be allowed to touch it, tsk tsk tsk, she really wanted to taste it to see if the taste was the same as that time.

Listening to her duplicity in her heart, Saiki Kusuo secretly lamented that human beings like to be inconspicuous, no matter how beautiful the words are, once people hear the inner words, they will immediately discover their dark side.

Although Nakahara Chuya felt that it was against Sun Wukong to call her an aunt and little sister when he looked like a child, but he couldn't help being liked, and according to Wukong's age, he could indeed call her a little sister.

But if he asked him to call his little sister, he opened his mouth, but he really couldn't say it. He is not as thick-skinned as mackerel, but he still has to use clichés. In this way, he must first lower her vigilance and improve her goodwill, so naturally he can't talk to her. Go against your preferences.

So he made a compromise, opened a pair of shining blue eyes, his face was flushed, and he shouted crisply: "What is the mountain god that my sister is talking about?"

"Oh, what a bunch of cuties. As expected, they are from the city. Those little mouths look like they've been smeared with honey." The fat aunt smiled even brighter, and her small eyes couldn't see the slits.

She stretched out her chubby hands and pinched Nakahara Chuya's face, it was smooth and tender, and it smelled delicious, it must taste delicious.

〖Yeah, my sister hasn't told us the story of the mountain god yet? 〗 Saiki Kusuo squeezed into the middle of the two with a blank face, interrupting the fat lady's mopping up.

As expected of a great poet, his awareness is high.

Saiki Kusuo really admires Nakahara Chuya's awareness, but it's better to stay away from these guys. After all, this is a world full of ghosts and monsters. Who knows if there are any strange spells and other attacks.

If you really got caught because of this, it would be too bad.

"Mountain God." The fat aunt was not angry when she was interrupted. After all, they are all delicious food. Although she can't eat them, but the three of them are all near her. It's better to smell it than those guys who can only watch. Too strong.

She glanced around triumphantly, then sat down on the threshold, and waved her hands, beckoning them to come and sit together.

Several people sat down together and listened carefully to the story told by the fat aunt.

The mountain god is a good god who protects their place with good weather and abundant crops. Whenever there is drought and famine, they can always get enough food here so that they will not starve to death at home.

They are very grateful to the mountain gods, but they don't know what to do. You must know that the mountain gods have boundless magic power, they are just ordinary humans, and they must have everything from the mountain gods.

When they were worrying, whoever mentioned that the mountain god was alone in the mountain temple, was that too lonely, or they would hold a ceremony and send people to the mountain god to serve him every year, That way he won't be lonely.

It is a great honor to repay the kindness of the mountain god, and to make the people of the past live forever and become the people around the god.

Everyone in the village thought it was a good idea, so our tradition has been preserved for more than 1000 years.

The Central Plains is also really sloppy. It's a shitty logic. It's a good thing to implicate innocent people just because they want to repay their favor.

Since it's a good thing, why don't you do it yourself!

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The author has something to say:

Snapdragon: Thank you for your compliment!Elope, elope to the end of the world with all the snapdragons tomorrow!

Ghost Lamp: Escape?It can be used to squeeze juice, and the two squeezed juices that eloped last time are very good.

Sun Wukong: Really!Really!I want to drink too!

Ghost Lamp: Drinking this juice will make you look like a snapdragon. You'd better not try it.

Gojo Satoru: Exactly!Children don't drink this, it's more appropriate for me to send rotten oranges to them for condolences.I really look forward to their goldfish face~

感谢在2021-11-0907:56:45~2021-11-0923:22:50期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 10 bottles of phantom feather cherry;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!