Chapter 110: Village Chief
On the other side, Diao Chan was on her way on horseback... Oh no, Weasel and Mu Xingchen were on their way on foot.
The two of them circled around here and there, turning around in the higher ground, as if they were performing a shamanic dance.
It didn't take long for the audience from this perspective to be confused.
[Thank you. I watched the live broadcast because I couldn’t sleep. Now I’m sleepy. Good night, Makabaka.]
[+1 I slept too]
[The live broadcast of Tangui is still too comprehensive, and now they have developed a sleep-inducing segment]
[Uh... well, the fighting over there is intense anyway, these two would just be dead, it's better to stay here and be safe]
Is it really safe? I feel like Xiaomu’s luck is average.]
As soon as the prophet finished speaking, a pale corpse in the rain stretched out an arm from behind a tree. Its nails were long and black, so sharp that they seemed able to easily disembowel a person.
Mu Xingchen and the weasel braked at the same time and looked at each other with horror on their faces.
“Aa ...
[Ah, this is what you fear.]
[What should I do?]
[This corpse seems to be different from the others. It is not controlled by the kid brother, and its nails are longer than those of other water corpses. It is obviously more powerful than the others.]
[Help, ah ah ah]
Mu Xingchen pulled out the gourd hanging around his waist, and thought tremblingly: This gourd can collect ghosts, I wonder if it will be effective on a corpse without a soul.
As he lifted the gourd and was held back by the weasel, the camera began to shake, completely exposing his bluff.
Of course, Mu Xingchen's escape speed could not be compared with that of a water corpse which was much higher level than the other water corpses and whose movements were not stiff at all, so his retreat was blocked after three or two steps.
Mu Xingchen raised the gourd with trembling hands, ready to give it a try, but he heard the water corpse, whose face was pale and swollen and whose specific features could not be seen, uttered vague words from its throat filled with water: "Don't be afraid, child."
"I am the village chief, ah..."
As soon as he said this, Mu Xingchen was really scared to death. Village chief? Isn’t the village chief waiting for them to return home now?
How did he end up here like this?
Mu Xingchen became even more frightened by his words "don't be afraid" and tried his best to back away.
[Ahhhh what does that mean, is it possible that the village chief is just pretending, and he actually died a long time ago? ? ? 】
[In the middle of the night, you want me to watch such a brain-burning plot? 】
Doesn’t feel like it? The village chief looks a bit thinner, this one looks more plump.]
[It may also be that it swelled up in water...]
Mu Xingchen was so panicked that he kept stuttering. He backed away and muttered nonsense: "Cun Cun, village chief, why have you become like this? Do you have a physique that easily causes edema when you wake up in the morning?... You can try drinking a cup of black coffee, it's proven to be effective! Don't come over here!"
Mu Xingchen himself didn't know what the hell he was saying, he just stepped back instinctively.
"What are you talking about?" the village chief said, "When I die, you should not be alive yet."
He really had been soaking in the water for too long. When he spoke, it was as if his throat was still full of liquid. He had to take a breath before he could continue after saying each word.
After hearing this, Mu Xingchen felt as if he had lost his parents. He wished he could knock himself out with a tree right there and then, which would be better than being tortured by playing a chase game like this.
Meanwhile, the "village chief" finally understood the source of Mu Xingchen's fear, "I am not the current village chief, but the former one."
After hearing what he said, Mu Xingchen finally regained some sanity: "You mean, you are the former head of Huaishui Village?"
"He soon realized another thing: "No, why can you speak? Is it because you still retain your own soul? ”
"Could it be that you are the super boss hidden behind the big boss and want to deceive me?" Mu Xingchen was very alert and his mind was full of ideas.
"Bos, what?" asked the village chief.
Mu Xingchen: “…” Not to mention, you have a pretty solid grasp of the character of the old village chief.
He walked over doubtfully, switched his phone's input mode to handwriting mode, and then asked, "You speak too slowly, can we write?"
The old village chief nodded.
In the first sentence, he wrote in the comment section: [I am the one who planted the banyan tree, and it all started.]
[I planted this tree myself. I want to use it to provide a shade for the villagers of Huaishui.]
The old village chief wrote this.
…
That was the hottest year in the history of Huaishui Village. The old village chief, the father of the current village chief Xu, was only in his early twenties. With the support of his father, he went to school a little and knew quite a few words. Therefore, he was able to become the village chief at a very young age with the support of his fellow villagers.
The year he became the village chief, the air was as hot as an unventilated toilet on a 40-degree summer day. After the busy farming season, the villagers huddled under the shade of a small locust tree to chat, but the tree was too small to accommodate so many people. Every time, there would always be a few people who were dizzy and flushed from the sun.
He saw it with his own eyes and kept it in mind. After going to the county library to look up information, he finally bought a banyan tree sapling with his own money.
The plant miscellany says: This tree can grow very fast and a single tree can form a forest.
So the village chief thought, if he planted it, when the saplings grew up, they would provide shade and shelter for all the villagers.
He planted the banyan tree at the beginning of autumn that year, next to a pond on the back hill, because the banyan tree is a plant that requires a lot of water.
When planting the tree, the village chief gently stroked the top of the banyan tree with his palm, devoutly hoping that the sapling he planted would bring shade to the village.
He knew that what he could do for the villagers was little and insignificant, but he was the village chief and was supposed to do these trivial things.
Every evening, the village chief would go to check on the saplings, apply fertilizer and loosen the soil. After a while, the saplings grew vigorously and became umbrella-sized trees, which could accommodate the village chief to stay underneath and enjoy the cool air.
The village chief had not visited the banyan tree for a long time at that time, and he was not in a good mood. The villagers in the village were maliciously forced to lower the price when selling grain at the market. He tried to help argue with the other party, but was pushed out by the other party.
The villagers are illiterate and were tricked into putting their fingerprints down and signing a contract in black and white. Even if they sue, they will not get a good result.
During that time he was as busy as a cicada who could only live for one season and therefore had to scream like crazy to announce his existence.
But in the end, it was too late.
Fortunately, that day, he came under the banyan tree and found that the tree had grown taller than itself and could provide him with shade.
He thought, Fortunately, I have not accomplished nothing.
So he stood on tiptoe and tried to touch the crown of the banyan tree, "I will grow up seriously in the future."
After a while, the grass was green, the warblers were flying, the cicadas were chirping in midsummer, the autumn wind was bleak, and the winter snow was rumbling. When the village chief came again, he could not touch the crown of the banyan tree even if he tried his best, so he just stroked the already strong trunk of the banyan tree, his eyes full of relief.
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