Villager of Destiny

Chapter 19 The three-year period
"What do you mean?"

I stared blankly at the old smoker, and couldn't believe it for a while.

The old smoker took another puff of his cigarette, then sighed slightly, and said again: "She and Chenghuang left."

"But the condition is that the City God will give you three years."

"If you can change your fate in these three years, you will naturally meet again."

I glanced at the bright red coffin on the side, and suddenly felt a little empty in my heart. I don't know why, but I just feel like I've lost something.

After a long silence, I asked, "What if it's not possible?"

The old smoker's eyes were a bit more complicated, "If you can't do it."

"Three years later, she became the City God's wife."

"And you..."

The old smoker gave me a look, "I will lose what should be lost."

I fell silent again.

If everything is true, then what I should have lost is what the City God wanted to take away from me.

Without those things, I'm crippled.

That's no different from being dead.

It took me a long time before I smiled wryly and said, "In this way, I really have no choice."

"what should I do?"

The old smoker thought for a while before saying, "You are the village guardian."

"Born with five disadvantages and three deficiencies, lack of soul and soul."

"You can't change the fate of the village guards."

"However, you can try to make the things that should be lost into your own in the true sense."

"What do you mean?" I didn't understand.

The old smoker's eyes were filled with reminiscence and he said: "I didn't understand how my brother... how the old lunatic lived to his old age in good health."

"It was only later that I found out that he had borrowed the lives of the entire Niang'er Village to completely erase his own fate, but because of this, he could only live here until he died, tormented by his own guilt day and night."

"And the methods he employs."

"That's right, make up for life!"

"Replenishment?" I was even more puzzled.

"Using other people's lives to make up for the lack of one's own life." The old smoker explained: "But it is almost impossible to complete."

"How did that old lunatic do it?" I asked curiously.

The old smoker didn't answer me, but instead asked me, "What does Niang'er Village look like in your eyes now?"

I froze for a moment.

Then I got out of bed at the signal of the old smoker, walked to the door, opened the door and looked outside. The next moment, I was completely stunned. I only felt a chill in my scalp and a sense of desolation in my heart for no reason.

Niang'er Village is still a dry village.

But the difference is that there are coffins placed at the door of every household, some with one coffin, some with two coffins, or even more.

It was only after I saw this scene that I understood.

If this is the real Niang'er Village, then the old lunatic burned paper money and kowtowed every night when he was alive, maybe they were them.

"Are they all dead?"

After watching for a long time, I came back to look at the old smoker.

The old smoker nodded, then shook his head again.

A wry smile appeared on his face, and at the same time he took another drag on his cigarette.

"Actually, I'm not sure what kind of Niang'er Village is the real Niang'er Village."

I froze for a moment.

The old smoker continued: "Maybe what you saw was true."

"Maybe what I see is real."

"It's also possible that what those outsiders see is the real Niang'er Village."

Speaking of which, the old smoker took another drag on his cigarette, then looked at me with a smile, "It's also possible that what we all see is not the real Niang'er Village."

Hearing this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

Some complicated emotions in my heart disappeared inexplicably at this moment, replaced by an indescribable feeling.

If you really want to say it, you can only describe it as dumbfounding.

It also made me feel better for no reason.

I looked at the old smoker again and asked, "Having said so much, what should I do?"

"Since you said that it is basically impossible to save lives like an old lunatic."

"Then can I say that I must die?"

The old smoker shook his head again.

"If it was before, you could be said to be hopelessly hopeless. Even if you were given three years, it would only be three years of free and easy life, but..."

"She found a way for you."

The old smoker's eyes fell on the red coffin again.

"Someone will come to Niang'er Village in one or three days. At that time, you will personally bury his wife and accept his son as a foster son."

"Second, after the incident, you need to leave Niang'er Village and look for the five town coffins. A village guard must be buried in each of the five town coffins. You need to obtain a healthy bone from their bones."

"Three, go to the Northeast Fairy Association and invite a great fairy to sit in charge of Niang'er Village!"

Speaking of this, the old smoker took another puff, "You must complete these things within three years."

"In this way, I can save my life?" I asked with some disbelief.

The old smoker glanced at me.

"It's easy to say, but not easy to do."

"Especially the town spirit coffin is not a simple thing, you want to take bones from it..." The old smoker sneered, "Near death!"

My eyelids twitched when I heard about the near death.

But the old smoker added: "The Northeast Fairy Club is not a good place to go either."

"It's a clan meeting held in the Northeast. Normally, only direct descendants are eligible to participate. It is almost impossible for outsiders to participate and obtain the approval of a great immortal, and willingly let you set up a hall. "

I couldn't help but rolled my eyes.

"You just say that I can't do it."

The old smoker laughed again: "If it was before, I would really think you couldn't do it."

"But since it's the path she chose for you."

"Maybe you can do it, maybe."

she……

I subconsciously looked at the big red coffin, and the emotions in my heart became complicated again.

Up to now, I still can't figure out how I feel about her, or in other words, I still don't want to believe the truth of these things that happened.

Therefore, even if I accepted what the old smoker said, I still had a little luck in my heart, and I hoped that all of this was false.

After sighing slightly, I looked at the old smoker.

"Can I open the coffin and have a look?"

The old smoker shook his head.

"Three years later, if you can still come back here."

"Of course I can see it."

I fell silent for a long time before I nodded.

"Then what should I do next?"

"Wait!" The old smoker said and stifled the cigarette, and then handed me the plate of meat he was carrying before.

"That lame dingo."

"I thought it was an eyesore, so I killed it."

I froze for a moment, then directly picked the biggest piece and put it in my mouth.

"Also, in the next few days, try to burn as much paper money as possible, and kowtow a few more times."

"Let's go to the ancestral hall."

"After all, it's not certain whether you'll be able to come back after you've left. If you can't come back, you don't know when the next guardian of Niang'er Village will show up."

"What about you?" I asked subconsciously.

The old smoker glanced at me, "Old man, I'm not from Niang'er Village, if it wasn't for you, who would want to come to this damn place!"

"It's time to go too!"

(End of this chapter)