Chapter 21

This clan leader speaks very carefully and is obviously a seasoned expert. Don't even think about getting anything out of him.

After they came out, Wang Sheng thought for a moment and said, "It seems we still have to wait until the sacrificial ceremony in four days to find out what the hell is going on in Fangjia Village."

"Not necessarily." Shi Ye said quietly. Wang Sheng didn't understand. What did he discover that he didn't know? So he asked, "What's wrong?"

Shi Ye raised his eyebrows and gave him a look that seemed to be extremely puzzled as to why he was so stupid. "Will you be quiet before doing something bad?"

Wang Sheng:?

He instantly exploded, jumping eight feet high. "What do you mean? Explain it to me before you leave! Otherwise, I'll tell you we're not done today!"

Isn't he just relying on his own abilities now? He thought he had changed, but he still looked down on others. Back then, when he was three years old and writing poems at five, everyone who saw him would praise his intelligence.

Shi Yegang's impatience in the lobby had completely dissipated, and he left in a good mood.

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The houses in the entire Fangjia Village are not big, only the place where the clan leader lives is relatively large, and this is where the Cui family settled.

Cui Ziyao straightened his clothes and asked the people around him to carefully check if there was anything wrong with his body. He even had to brush off the smallest bit of dust, for fear that he would be punished when he went in later.

Cui Ziyao's father, Cui Biwu, was a believer in the gods, spending countless sums annually on building statues and offering incense. Within the Cui family's Zhongxian home, niches containing statues of gods were everywhere, and incense burned constantly before them. Cui Biwu would never allow this to stop, believing that if the incense stopped in any particular spot, it would be a revelation from heaven, signaling a decline in the Cui family's fortunes. He would then severely punish the servants who oversaw the incense.

Even his only son, Cui Ziyao, was strictly disciplined and had to dress properly before entering the room where the statues of gods were enshrined. If he violated this rule, he would be punished according to the monthly regulations and would also be confined to his house for three days.

Although Cui Ziyao was young, he knew that his father had long been obsessed with believing in God.

This trip to Fangjia Village to participate in the selection of the fairy boy was Cui Biwu's order. He had to be chosen by the statue as the fairy boy at the sacrificial ceremony, otherwise he would be sent to the deep mountains and forests and would never be able to be a young master with fine clothes and delicious food again.

He knocked on the door, and soon a servant opened it. He bowed and called out, "Dad, Ziyao is here."

A middle-aged man in plain clothes knelt devoutly before a statue, a figure who looked nothing like a wealthy businessman from Zhong County. Cui Biwu closed his eyes and said, "It's okay just to be here. Don't act naughty these few days. The statue will remember your every word and action. During the grand sacrificial ceremony, the statue will judge your merits and demerits. Do you understand?"

Cui Ziyao bowed his head respectfully, without any of the arrogance he displayed outside, saying, "Ziyao understands."

Cui Biwu nodded and said, "Go out."

After the door closed, Cui Ziyao said to the people around him, "Have you found out where the two newcomers are staying today?"

Immediately someone approached him and whispered, "Found it. He's living in a house called Meng De."

Cui Ziyao snorted. From childhood to adulthood, except for his father, who dared to yell at him? That stinky Taoist priest actually dared to treat him like that. Let him see how he would deal with him. Anyway, the entire Fangjia Village obeyed their Cui family. What were they afraid that the stinky Taoist priest would run away?

The lackey was a bit timid. He hesitantly reminded, "Young Master, why don't we just forget about it? If the master finds out, we... will probably be in big trouble."

Cui Ziyao wasn't worried. If he wasn't chosen, that would be fine. He was the only son in his family. Could his father really be so cruel as to abandon him? He gestured to his lackeys, "Find a few more people. Tonight, I'm going to show that stinky Taoist priest how powerful I am. Let's see if he dares to be so arrogant again."

At Meng De's house, Fang Die was told that she didn't need to prepare any food. The clan leader had already sent someone to deliver the food. The food was much richer than what Fang Die and her family usually ate, and it was obviously for entertaining Shi Ye and Wang Sheng.

The people who originally came wanted Shi Ye to rest at the clan leader's residence, but Shi Ye refused. He didn't want to let the two rooms that Fang Die had worked so hard to clean up go to waste.

Shi Ye and Wang Sheng's rooms are opposite each other, and they can see each other's rooms as soon as they open the door.

After dark, Wang Sheng was about to push open the door to rest when he suddenly caught sight of the enormous statue to his upper left. In the darkness, the statue's eyes were obscured by the shadow cast by its brow, and the smile on its mouth grew even wider, making it look particularly creepy.

Wang Sheng shuddered and swallowed. He looked back at Shiye and saw him enter the room. Suddenly, he felt that it was not impossible to sleep on the floor.

But after looking at Shi Ye, he felt much more relaxed. With him around, nothing should go wrong. Although Shi Ye was a sharp-tongued person, he felt that as long as he was there, he would feel safe.

This short period of time spent with Shi Ye was actually the time when he slept the best during his more than ten years of wandering alone.

He withdrew his gaze and pushed the door open.

After Shi Ye returned to the room and sat down, he took out a paper man with a red mark drawn on it. At this moment, under Shi Ye's urging, the man suddenly moved, and his limp body straightened up. The mark flashed with luster, and the paper man made a squeaking sound, which sounded like the sound of a door being pushed open.

This is a pair with the paper man he released during the day. They are called mother-child talismans and are specially used to transmit sound. Unlike sound transmission notes, this paper man can also change his position at any time, making it less likely to be discovered.

Then the paper figurine began to speak, and the clan leader's gloomy voice came out, "Master Cui, I have stabilized the person, but that person named Shi Ye looks difficult to deal with, and he doesn't seem stupid."

"Even if you are not stupid, you will not go against money. You know what to do." Mr. Cui is full of confidence. He believes that money can make the world go round. The thing he is most willing to do is money, which is not his own thing.

Mr. Cui said: "My son has finally reached the age of majority. This time, when the fairy child is chosen and the dice throwing ceremony is held, let Shi also go. Since he can make the statue appear, he can make the statue choose my son, ensuring that there is no risk."

"yes."

Cui Biwu opened his eyes. The room was filled with incense, which permeated the hearts of the two people inside. He said calmly, "If it weren't for my Cui family, you wouldn't be the patriarch of Fangjia Village for so many years. How could you still live such a good life?"

When the clan leader heard this, he knew Cui Biwu was trying to warn him, so he knelt down tremblingly and said, "I will definitely follow your orders, Master."

Cui Biwu: "Since we need to enshrine the statue, it's not that simple. Get up, I will be at ease if you do the work for me."

A faint "yes" was heard, and then there was no sound. Shi Ye pressed down the paper man, and the paper man instantly lost his life and lay dying on the table.

When he heard that someone was plotting against him, he was not too worried. The person who could plot against him would eventually not even be found in the underworld, let alone reincarnation.

Now he was just wondering who the person hiding in the dark during the day was. Could it be this Mr. Cui, or someone else?

The father-in-law was eating a steamed bun crumb in front of the window with gusto. Shi Ye looked up and saw that there was no light in Wang Sheng's room. Perhaps it was because some time had passed since he first met Wang Sheng, and he suddenly remembered Wang Sheng's eyes. At night, Wang Sheng would wear the black cloth to do his work.

Once in Zhang County, while investigating him, we heard Wang Sheng screaming in pain after hitting the corner of a table at night.

"Eunuch." Shi Ye folded the little paper figurine bit by bit and said, "Guard Wang Sheng well tonight."

The grandfather looked at him. Although he didn't know what his master was thinking, he could understand the orders given by his master. He took the steamed bun to the roof opposite and slowly ate it.

midnight.

Wang Sheng felt his nose was a little itchy, so he scratched it twice in a daze, then turned over and slept facing outwards.

In his dream, he became a great ghost catcher. Rich people from all over the world who had encountered ghosts came to him one after another to offer gold to beg him to catch ghosts. However, Wang Sheng had to consider his mood and would not go if he disliked someone. He lived a carefree life, spending money like water.

However, in his dream, he vaguely heard someone talking in his ear. He looked around, but there was no one beside him. The voice haunted him, becoming clearer and more shrill, and kept crying out: "It hurts, it hurts, please help me!" Wang Sheng was so frightened that he woke up immediately.

He sat up, holding his head. How could even the dream of being rich be so tortuous? In the dream, his good days had just lasted a short time before he woke up.

He covered his eyes and looked outside through the black cloth. It was still dark. He felt the urge to pee, so he lifted a little of the black cloth, trotted out in his slippers, and found a corner where no one could see him.

Little did he know that someone had already been waiting for him in the corner, and Wang Sheng was the only one left alone.

Cui Ziyao was sleeping soundly with his face pressed against a tree when someone nudged him and said, "Young Master, wake up! The king has been born!"

He woke up immediately, "Who! Is he out? Come on, beat him up so badly that even his mother won't recognize him!"

"yes!"

Wang Sheng was trying to pull up his trousers when he suddenly heard a rustling sound. After he had done so, he looked in the direction of the sound and saw a colorful paper windmill spinning at his feet in the night wind. He felt relieved, thinking that it must be a child from Fangjia Village who had forgotten to take it home after playing with it.

Wang Sheng was stunned. The windmill was right at his feet. Was it there when he just arrived?

The night wind made the windmill turn non-stop, and it also made Wang Sheng's feet feel cold from top to bottom.

He lowered the raised black cloth and backed away from the windmill. It must have been a coincidence, perhaps he hadn't noticed when he arrived. Wang Sheng hypnotized himself, but his feet actually turned and began to run.

But he was wearing a black cloth and stumbling as he ran. He only dared to stop and breathe when he was almost at the Meng family. If he had known that he would encounter such a strange thing, Wang Sheng would not have come out even if he died tonight.

In the dark night, Wang Sheng's breathing was very loud and the sound was a bit mixed. If you listen carefully, you can hear something moving.

Under the black cloth, Wang Sheng's eyes were wide open, and he was nailed to the spot. Is this the sound of a windmill?

Not far away on the hillside, a child's voice cried out: "Wang Sheng, run!"