This is very abnormal.
Zong Tianming looked around as he walked to the edge of the town.
Standing at one end of the stream.
Stopped.
Not far away, some little kids had already spotted him.
The little kids quickly told the elders in the village.
Soon, several old men came over with sticks and rakes in their hands, looking vigilant.
He shouted to Zong Tianming across the river.
"Gibberish?"
Forget it, we don’t understand the language.
But this is not a problem for Zong Tianming.
His spiritual consciousness turned into tentacles, and with just a slight touch, he understood the language of these people.
"Who are you? Why did you come to our Xiaotian Village?"
Upon hearing this, Zong Tianming smiled kindly.
"Uncle, I'm a lost person. Can I come into your town and rest for a while?"
He looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old.
He has a handsome face and clear eyes, and looks like a harmless guy.
Upon hearing this, the old men looked at each other in surprise.
He showed a suspicious look.
"Go away! We in Xiaotian Village don't allow outsiders into the village!"
The old men thought for a while and decided to reject Zong Tianming's request.
Seeing several old men looking so alert.
Zong Tianming felt that the matter was very strange.
Decided to use some means.
Although this world rejects external forces, Zong Tianming can forcibly exert them.
He waved his hand and released several rays of light.
In an instant, these spiritual lights penetrated into the crowns of the old men's heads.
There is some kindness and friendship towards Zong Tianming in the spiritual light.
It can directly change the views of these old men towards Zong Tianming.
Sure enough, after these spiritual lights entered the body.
When these old men looked at Zong Tianming again, their eyes changed.
Became much kinder.
His eyes were full of trust in Zong Tianming.
"Dear guest! Welcome to Oda Village!"
"Let's go, let Xiao Er and the others kill a pig!"
The old man invited enthusiastically,
Zong Tianming smiled.
The stream in front of me was not deep, just above my knees.
Zong Tianming rolled up his trouser legs and waded into the water.
The river water is a little cold.
But Zong Tianming felt very comfortable.
Slowly waded across the river.
Zong Tianming walked into the town under the attentive guidance of several old men.
Outside the village, the little kids who were working stopped what they were doing and looked at Zong Tianming with some curiosity.
"Big Fatty, who is this?"
"What's wrong with these uncles?"
A little kid with a shaved head said to the little kid with a bun next to him.
The little kid named Dapang was also confused.
"You ask me, who should I ask?"
"By the way, Gousheng, did you steal my steamed buns yesterday?"
Dapang suddenly remembered something.
“No, no…”
Then the two little kids started running and playing in the paddy field.
They didn't stop until they were all covered in mud.
At this time, Zong Tianming followed several old men to the best-built house in the town.
Compared with other dilapidated thatched houses in the village.
The house in front of me, which is made entirely of wooden piles, seems much stronger and more luxurious.
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