Zhang Fan asked curiously, "You refused to do this last time, why are you so willing now?"
Bai Rou'er lowered her head shyly and gently punched Zhang Fan's chest with her small fist: "I just wanted to make you feel good."
Zhang Fan embraced the woman in his arms with satisfaction, gently releasing his spiritual energy into his palm to help her recover her strength as quickly as possible.
Bai Rou'er's body was too delicate; he didn't even have to exert any force before a large patch of her skin turned red.
The marks were very obvious beneath the skin covered by clothing.
With Zhang Fan's spiritual power, Bai Rou'er recovered quickly.
The ceremony was scheduled for 5 p.m., and since it was still early, the two of them dared to linger on the road.
However, after this delay, there wasn't much time left. After Bai Rou'er took Zhang Fan to the village entrance, she hugged and kissed him repeatedly before reluctantly leaving.
Zhang Fan walked straight towards the old locust tree.
In the village, many people were already waiting, but their expressions were all serious and full of sorrow, and the name Zeng Guihua could be heard.
From everyone's discussion, he heard the news that Zeng Guihua had died.
Although Zhang Fan had long anticipated that Zeng Guihua would die, he did not expect it to happen so soon.
The villagers all say that this is a warning from the mountain god.
It's such a coincidence that yesterday the sorceress expressed the mountain god's anger, and today Zeng Guihua died.
Many people rushed home to retrieve the money they had left behind and begged the mountain god for forgiveness.
Li the fortune teller was preparing the items for her ritual not far away.
Zhang Fan felt a gaze and looked up, meeting Li Jingjing's eyes.
He was about to say hello when he saw Li Jingjing haughtily turn her eyes away.
When the time came, Granny Li bowed in the direction of the steep south slope, muttering incantations. After a while, she swayed and said, "The mountain god said he is busy this time and we will have to wait a while."
After saying that, she sat cross-legged on the ground to meditate, but her hand gestures were completely wrong.
They waited and waited, until the sun set, dusk fell, and visibility became dim. The villagers were tired and hungry, but dared not speak, and could only wait patiently.
Finally, Granny Li slowly got up.
The voice was old and distant: "The time has come."
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