A bodyguard beside Brother Chongzi said: "Village Chief, we don't need you to do anything, and we don't even need you to stop anyone in person... We are going to go under your well to explore something we want, and we will help you break the curse at the same time.
Do you think Mr. Fei and his men will help you do these things? Those people are so selfish... They would rather watch you being cursed and trapped here for generations than destroy the so-called cultural treasures in their eyes! And do you think those things are treasures? They are just rusty copper sheets. I don't think you would like to use them as containers!"
Brother Chongzi looked at the member with approval. He keenly noticed that the firm light in the village chief's eyes was wavering!
Brother Chongzi did not have any idea of laughing at the village chief, nor did he think that the village chief was a hypocrite.
He knew very well that when a person was in absolute distress, on the brink of life and death, the choices he could make were limited!
Brother Chongzi understands better than anyone when one's loved ones are trapped in a place because of some kind of restraint, and the kind of inner torture and pain it causes.
"Your ideal may seem so ridiculous in the eyes of the villagers. They cannot understand this beauty!" Brother Chongzi stepped forward and patted the village chief on the shoulder: "Promise us not to let this opportunity down. As long as we get what we want, your people will be free from the control of the curse! At that time... the world outside this mountain is worth your lifetime exploration! Instead of just sitting on this small wooden bed every day, fantasizing about the birds flying freely in the sky!"
With a snap!
The magazine fell to the ground, and the village chief with a painful expression looked at the novel equipment, which represented the product of scientific and technological power.
He was fed up with the monotonous life and the constraints of being trapped in the mountains.
Mr. Fei failed to give them peace of mind or even hope.
Because Mr. Fei did not believe that they were cursed, and thought they were just a group of lunatics, a group of vulgar people who were still trapped by unknown feudal ideas!
Yes, the villagers do not have as much knowledge as Mr. Fei, nor are they as insightful as him!
But they have lived on this land for thousands of years. From generation to generation, has there never been anyone who had the courage to step out of these mountains?
But why can't they get out?
Just because they took the wrong road? Just because the surroundings were too dangerous?
Mr. Fei could believe that a monster sailing into the sea was about to turn into a dragon, but he would not believe that these people were cursed.
Perhaps it was because he didn't see it with his own eyes, or perhaps he simply didn't want to understand these ordinary people.
After all, even though he came from a family of tomb robbers, his current status was high-end and beyond the reach of these ordinary mountain people!
On the contrary, Brother Chongzi not only believed in the villagers' demands, their fears and the responsibilities they carried, he was also willing to help share the burden and help explain!
This is why the village chief chose to agree to them!
"I know what you want to do. I will help you stop Mr. Fei's men! But... you must keep your promise to us, otherwise the knives and guns we use for hunting will fall on you."
There was a hint of threat in the village chief's eyes!
It was obvious that even if the village chief agreed to them, his starting point was not for himself, but for other innocent ordinary people in the village!
He didn't want to see his people unable to leave the mountains forever because of the curse!
He would rather achieve a balance in some other way!
For a pilot, stability and balance during flight are of paramount importance!
In the life of a pilot, it can also be used as a measure of the accuracy of a matter!
Brother Bug grinned: "Believe me, I won't lie to you, your dream of becoming a pilot will definitely come true!"
He reached out and patted the village chief on the shoulder, then led his men out with an arrogant look.
After leaving the cabin, he stopped and turned sideways to look at the figure on the curtains inside the house!
"Brother Chongzi, what's wrong?" asked the bodyguard beside him!
Brother Chongzi shook his head: "Nothing, I just felt that what I just did to persuade the village chief was not the first time in my memory... This scene seemed familiar!"
The bodyguard laughed. "Brother Chongzi, you are amazing. Just a few words have made this old antique stand on our side. I wonder what other tricks that Fei has! And Zhang Fan, when they find out about this tomorrow, they will probably be furious."
Brother Chongzi retracted his gaze and said coldly, "If you can't speak, shut up. Have you forgotten what Mr. Maersen told you to do? Without Mr. Maersen's order, no one should provoke Zhang Fan and others. That would be asking for trouble!"
He is moody and changing his mind is as easy as turning the pages of a book!
The few people nearby were trembling with fear, and immediately nodded in agreement. Finally, the group returned to their residence and prepared for tomorrow's exploration of the well.
The next morning, Zhang Fan got up very early!
In fact, he didn't sleep much last night. He had a premonition that a disaster was about to happen. Even though he didn't use the art of gazing to predict his future fate, he knew that this matter was not simple just from the green shadow he had seen in the water bowl before.
But what he didn't expect was that Nangong Manyun got up earlier than him!
Moreover, when he just arrived at the main room, Nangong Manyun had already prepared breakfast.
This is the millet grown by the villagers themselves. After simply peeling the skin, it is cooked into millet porridge and two steamed corn breads.
It seemed that Nangong Manyun had put in a lot of effort, and there was still some charcoal ash on her face and hands. She had just put down the porridge and her eyes subconsciously looked towards the room where Zhang Fan lived!
Then their eyes met, and the air seemed to become much sweeter.
"Zhang Fan, you're up! Come and try the food I cooked!" Nangong Manyun seemed to be immersed in a scene, with a bright and sweet smile on her face, and walked to Zhang Fan.
Moreover, Nangong Manyun did not stop, as if she wanted to throw herself into Zhang Fan's arms. All of this seemed very familiar to her, as if she had practiced it countless times.
"Ms. Nangong, please respect yourself!"
Zhang Fan took a step back, his expression became cold and full of intimidation!
In an instant, Nangong Manyun felt as if someone had poured a layer of cold water on him. He suddenly woke up from the illusion and stood there in a daze.
The gap between reality and illusion made Nangong Manyun's mind seem to be filled with countless noisy little people, immediately putting Nangong Manyun in a state of distraction!
Seeing Nangong Manyun's performance, Zhang Fan walked around without saying a word. ?
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