Just a few days after Zhang Ling left, the news that a "divine appearance" had occurred in Old Wang's house spread like wildfire throughout the area within a hundred miles.
At first, some guests who came out of Old Wang's house claimed that the bride was a snake demon and was saved from disaster only because the gods came to her.
Then someone whispered to those close to him, "The immortal gave Old Wang a small piece of gold nugget!"
This close friend then said to a few others, "Hey! I can only tell you this news, don't let anyone else know. The gods came to earth that day and gave Old Wang a large nugget of gold!"
A large piece of gold nugget?
This news spread like wildfire, and eventually it even led to a rumor that Old Wang had a gold mine at home, which was undoubtedly a gift from the gods!
Is it really a god coming?
Everyone expressed doubts about this, but couldn't help but think of the gold mine in Old Wang's house.
Some people questioned: The gold mine is a bit exaggerated, but there should be a lot of gold!
The rumor that the bride was a snake demon also spread: "The bride was a lady from a wealthy family, even with seven or eight maids, so how could she fall for the foolish son of Old Wang?" She must have been bewitched for a while, then came to her senses and broke off the engagement, perhaps offering a large sum of gold as compensation, so that Old Wang would agree to let his foolish son write a letter of divorce, which would allow the government to deal with it.
This news was quickly confirmed by many people.
"It's true! I was at Old Wang's house that day for a wedding banquet! The bride broke off the engagement on the spot, but Old Wang refused to issue a divorce letter. In the end, the bride's family came forward and gave her a lot of gold ingots to settle the matter!"
"It is indeed true, without a doubt. I was sitting next to the bride that day and saw it clearly and carefully."
"That's right. He sat on the bride's left, and I sat on her right. I saw with my own eyes the bride's family bring in a huge box of gold ingots!"
"And me, and me. The bride was sitting next to me."
"I can testify that what they said was true. I was on my way to Old Wang's house at the time. I was heading there."
"So, according to what you're saying, there actually isn't any immortal at all. Is it just Old Wang who's afraid someone might covet his gold, so he's deliberately spreading rumors?"
…
There were many different opinions at the time, and various versions of rumors flew out, becoming more and more mysterious as they spread.
But one thing is beyond doubt, everyone has doubts about the appearance of gods, and some people even don't believe it at all.
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One morning.
The quiet town was invaded by a large number of bandits, and the neighing of wild horses cut through the sky.
The uninvited guests whistled in unison, and the sound of "da da da" mixed with the sound of horse hooves filled the air. The tip of the knife drew circles while waving, and headed straight for Old Wang's house.
Every household in the town was awakened by the menacing bandits. They shut their doors and windows tightly in fear, not daring to make any sound. The only sound they could hear was the shouting outside the window: "Go to Old Wang's house and rob the gold!"
“Hohoho——”
Some brave townspeople couldn't resist their curiosity and lay down by the windows to peek. A cloud of dust rose up on the dirt road in the town and filled the air. The bandits rushed into the yard surrounded by the fence and blocked Old Wang's three bungalows.
"Rush!"
The scarred burly man in the lead waved his hand, and five or six thieves kicked the wooden door at the same time. After about seven or eight consecutive kicks, there was a loud "boom" and the wooden door was actually kicked to pieces. It seemed that these bandits had practiced some kind of horizontal training kung fu.
Suddenly, a group of people dismounted and rushed into the house with knives in hand. They searched everywhere and saw Old Wang huddled under the bed, holding his stupid son and shivering.
"Drag him out and force him to tell you where the gold is! Then..." Scar leader made a gesture of wiping his neck and signaled his men beside him with a look.
But one person swallowed and said, "Wait!"
Then he pulled Scarface out of the door and said, "Brother, we are only here to seek wealth, why kill people? What if this gold is really a gift from the gods? If someone dies, I'm afraid it will be difficult to end it!"
"Second brother, you are confused! If it was really the gold sent by the gods, how could we break into Old Wang's house? I'm afraid we would have reported to the King of Hell before we even entered the town. Besides, this old man and his stupid son have seen how we look. They will be a disaster if we keep him here. If we get the gold, we will kill him. If the old man refuses to tell us, we will use his son as a threat to make sure he tells us everything."
"Besides, don't we have enough people who have robbed and killed? One or two more won't make a difference. It's just a pity. I heard that the silly son's wife is very charming, and even her maids are graceful. If she were here, the brothers would have a great time for several days."
Not long after, Scar Leader returned to the house with the second in command. He waved his hand, and the people around him rushed under the bed with knives in hand and vicious looks on their faces.
At the right time, a few horse neighs were heard outside the house. The sounds became louder and louder, and finally the horses kicked their feet like crazy to break free from the ropes and ran away in all directions as if they were escaping.
The two or three horse thieves who were in charge of guarding the horses outside collapsed on the ground as if they had lost their souls. They looked up with horrified and frightened faces, and were covered by a huge shadow, followed by a dull sound like the sound of bells and drums.
"Who! Who's beating the drum? What's going on outside? Maozi, what the hell is going on outside?"
The bandits in the house stood there in a daze, not knowing what was going on. The leader with scars on his face waved his hand and led his men to run out of the house to investigate the situation.
As soon as they went out, everyone was terrified and looked up with cold sweat. A huge shadow covered them, and weapons fell to the ground with a clang.
The legs of several bandits went limp and they fell to their knees with a thud. They seemed to be shouting something, but found that no words came out.
Scar leader swallowed his saliva, his eyes were bloodshot and his pupils constricted as he looked up at the three-meter-tall giant in front of him.
The giant wore a yellow turban, his face was ruby-colored, his beard was long and flowing, his face was firm and tough, his eyes were cold, his body was muscular, and he held a halberd in his hand. There was a faint cloud of light coming out from behind him.
And that sound like a heavy drum was actually the heartbeat of the giant!
“God…god!”
Clang!
Clang!
Clang...
The sound of swords and weapons hitting the ground rang out one after another. The bandits knelt on the ground and kowtowed like pounding garlic. Blood was flowing on the ground, but they did not dare to stop, even though their foreheads were already showing signs of being sunken.
"snort!"
A sound like thunder exploded, but it came from the nose of the Yellow Turban warrior. It was unclear whether it was a deliberate snort or the sound produced by exhaling through the nose.
"God... Master, please spare me, God, please spare me!"
"My Lord God... I was wrong, I was wrong. Please have mercy on me and let me go!"
"My lord, I have an eighty-year-old mother above me, a disabled wife and children below me. Please let me go, considering that I am forced to make a living!"
…
Scar leader's pants were completely wet at this moment, cold sweat broke out on his forehead and back, he lay limp on the ground, trembling with his tongue unable to straighten out, he could only stammer and could hardly utter a complete sentence.
"snort!"
There was another shocking explosion, followed by a loud bang. A giant footprint stepped on a bandit, followed by a second footprint, and a third footprint...
Phew.
As easy and crisp as stepping on a ripe watermelon.
After a while, the place was silent, with only the strong smell of blood floating in the wind.
The Yellow Turban warrior remained silent, without even raising his eyelids. He then turned into a paper-cut and hid in the cracks of the wall, waiting for Zhang Ling to recall him.
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