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Chapter 430 Longevity Village (4)

Fu Jinnian stared coldly at the village chief with indifferent eyes.

The village chief took his gaze away from Shen Yue, and said slowly: "Forget it, I'll take you there later."

As he spoke, he lit the pipe that had just been extinguished with a match, and stood there taking two puffs.

"Would you like to pray or not? If you don't, follow me."

"No, I want to worship yourselves." The middle-aged woman yelled, holding her husband's hand tightly with both hands.

"Yes, I have to worship yourselves." The middle-aged man followed his wife's words.

The other three people looked at each other with fear written in their eyes. The female player in the hip skirt looked at Shen Yue and Fu Jinnian thoughtfully, and asked a man and a woman: "Which of you two would like to be with you?" I go in together?"

The female player with straight long hair shrank back, obviously unwilling to enter.

The woman's eyes fell on the male player, and the male player nodded, "I'll go in with you."

As the two walked into the temple, the three players below them who hadn't prostrated were staring nervously at the room.

It wasn't until two people came out of it intact that they breathed a sigh of relief.

The village chief looked at the remaining three players who hadn't worshiped yet, "Are you three praying? If you don't, we'll leave."

The three of them shook their heads quickly, and the village chief walked towards the place where the funeral was held just now.

The player Sheshe followed behind him tremblingly. The village chief walked up to a young man and said in a respectful tone: "Old ancestor, this is an expedition team from outside."

What the hell!

This old ancestor is too young!

It is rare for all the players to have the same idea in their hearts in tacit agreement.

The young man put down the props used by the great jumping god in his hand, glanced at the seven players indifferently, and quickly turned his gaze back to the village chief: "Just them?"

The village chief nodded, "Only them."

"Let's live in a stilted building." As he said that, the young ancestor took out a bunch of keys from nowhere and handed them to the village chief.

The player is now silently watching the village head negotiate with the young ancestor.

The village chief hummed, took the key and walked towards the stilted building to the west.

"Village Chief, how old are your ancestors?" one of the players asked curiously.

The village chief turned his head and glanced at the questioning male player, "As long as our village exists, our ancestors have lived as long. How old do you think he is this year?"

The man's scalp was numb from the village chief's look, and he looked at him with a smile on his face.

Seeing that he hadn't answered for a long time, the village chief looked away bored, and took another puff of his pipe.

Soon the village chief led them to the Diaojiaolou, which is a wooden building with two floors. Bamboos have been turned into railings to form a small yard. The yard is overgrown with weeds and looks very deep.

If it wasn't for the early winter here, Shen Yue would have suspected that there were snakes in the grass.

"There are four rooms on the upper and lower floors. You can live in them yourself." The village head distributed the keys to them.

Fu Jinnian shared a room with Shen Yue, and the two newcomers shared a room.

The remaining three players share a room.

"It's getting late, let the guests rest early." The village chief said in a calm tone: "The village will worship the God of Longevity for the past seven days, so you foreign students should not wander around the village at night. If you bump into something, you will die. Not from the village."

The village chief said a word of warning, turned around with his pipe in his hand and left without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)