Quickly, I handed in the system

Seeing that the old man gradually calmed down, Sancho pushed the food box in front of him again, took out the chopsticks and ate them first.

"Look, I ate this dish myself, and your food has been spilled. Do you really want my compensation?"

The old man seemed to have been hungry for a long time. After making sure that Sancho was not threatening, he finally couldn't hold back and rushed forward, grabbed the food in the food box and began to stuff it into his mouth.

He didn't use chopsticks, and his black hands imprinted dirty colors on the snow-white rice, but he didn't seem to be able to see this, and just ate it with big mouthfuls.

Sancho picked up the soup in the food box, waiting to pass it to the old man at any time.

Sure enough, the old man was choked by the food. Seeing that the soup was in Sancho's hand, he flinched for a moment before slowly stretching out his hand tentatively.

Sancho waited for him to take the soup bowl without avoiding it, and watched him swallow it, the soup dripped down the corner of his mouth, and he looked embarrassed.

After quietly waiting for the old man to finish eating, Sancho finally asked, "Old man, can I ask you where this is? Where are the other people in the village?"

The old man who was full was not so afraid of Sancho after all. Hearing Sancho's question, he said tremblingly: "This is Ping'an Village, and I am the last person in the village."

"As for the others..." Looking at the window, the old man said sadly, "They all ran away, they ran away to the south."

Sancho frowned, and fled to the south again?
"I don't have good legs and feet, so I won't drag them down, just wait here to die." Two lines of dirty tears flowed from the corners of the old man's eyes.

Sancho had something to ask the old man, and the old man actually had something to ask her.

Wiping away tears, the old man looked at her curiously: "Aren't you gods?"

Sancho shook his head, "No, we are just monks."

As soon as the word monk came out, the old man became frightened again, but he didn't retreat, "Isn't a monk a god?"

He felt that this little god was teasing him. Those gods usually like to call themselves monks, but they asked them mortals to call them gods.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I really won't hurt you. Can you tell me why you are so afraid of gods?"

God or monk is just a title, it doesn't matter how the old man calls it, the point is that this old man seems to be extremely afraid of gods, why is he afraid of gods?
Normally speaking, they should be afraid of the demons.

"I...I'm not afraid of you, don't be angry with the little old man." The old man suddenly begged for forgiveness tremblingly.

Sancho didn't care that the old man's clothes were so dirty that he couldn't see the color, so he gently stroked the old man's back with his palm to comfort him a few times.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I'm really not the fairy you said. I'm just an ordinary person born in a remote mountain village. My parents died in a fight between two monks the year before last. Now I'm an orphan."

I don't know if it was Sancho's appeasement that played a role, or her life experience won the old man's trust. The old man was indeed much more courageous, and asked her uncertainly: "Are you really an orphan? Did your parents really die in the monk's fight?"

Sancho nodded, "What are you doing to lie to you? If my parents didn't try their best to save me, I'm afraid I would die with them too."

The old man was completely unafraid now, he thumped the ground, and said bitterly: "These evil gods, why don't they want to let us mortals go!"

The resentment in the old man's tone was almost overflowing, and Sancho was shocked for a moment by the deep hatred.

After speaking, the old man looked at Sancho again, held her hand tightly and asked her: "Since your parents died at the hands of those gods, why did you become a god yourself? You forgot how your parents died. dead!"

Sancho didn't break free, so he replied: "I want to avenge my parents, but as a mortal, I definitely can't beat those two monks, so I want to become a monk myself, and when I succeed in cultivation, I can go to Take revenge on them."

She wasn't lying either. She signed up for the Xuantian Sword Sect and became a disciple of the Xuantian Sword Sect. One reason was to brighten up the accomplishments arranged by the system, and another reason was to avenge the original owner's parents and relatives.

The old man didn't know whether he believed Sancho's words, but just asked her: "Then did you take revenge?"

Sancho: "Not yet. My spiritual talent is not good. I have been practicing for a year. I just reached the foundation building level a few days ago. I can't beat those two monks."

Sancho's cultivation shocked the old man, and at the same time won more trust from the old man. He sympathized and said: "Then your spiritual root talent is not good enough, and you have cultivated for a year to build your foundation."

Sancho: "..."

Is it okay to be sympathized by an old man who has mobility problems and can hardly eat?

Compared to her, it is obviously this old man who needs sympathy more!
"By the way, old man, do you know about demons?"

The old man's eyes widened a little, "How remote is the mountain village you were born in, why don't even the demons know about it?"

The corner of Sancho's mouth twitched, okay, she didn't know she was guilty.

Fortunately, the old man was only surprised for a moment, and then explained to her: "Actually, I don't know what the demons are, but I heard that the demons appeared suddenly, and when they appeared, they fought with those gods. Now It has been fighting for hundreds of years, and those gods who fight are losing every time!"

The old man's attitude towards the demons was actually much better than the gods he spoke of, and he seemed to gloat over the fact that the gods were being defeated by the demons.

"You are afraid of the gods but not the demons?" Sancho was surprised. Could it be that the demons are not a kind of evil race?

"What am I afraid of the demons? Those demons will not come to our mortal villages for no reason and kill us mortals."

Sancho: "The demons can't, can the gods do it?"

Can't it?Immortals went to mortal villages for no reason to kill, but the demons did not touch the mortal villages. Are the gods and demons on the opposite side?
The old man became unhappy, "Your parents were killed by those gods, why do you still try to speak for those gods?"

"Yes, those gods will not go to the village of mortals to kill, but they have never put us mortals in their eyes! When they fight, they don't care about our mortal life, just like your parents, because I don't know how many mortals they fought and died!"

As he spoke, the old man burst into tears, "My son was affected by the aftermath of a group of monks fighting. He died without a whole body, and he died without a whole body!"

The old man thumped his chest, feeling the extreme pain in his heart and the extreme hatred.

And following his hatred, wisps of black air gushed out of him and penetrated into the ground, but Sancho didn't notice the surging black air.

"Then why do the people in your village go to the south?" Sancho continued to ask when the old man calmed down.

The old man probably really thought that Sancho was a child from some remote mountain village, and he was not surprised by her doubts, and he also sympathized with the death of her parents in the monk's fight, and he was very concerned about her question. All answered patiently.