Soul Ferry: My master is Uncle Jiu

Chapter 440 Tianjiacun

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult."

An Yan spread his hands.

Sun Wukong was just speaking in anger. If he didn't know that this man was a writer from the Ming Dynasty, he really wanted to find him in person to talk to him.

In the other party's writing, I am just a dog with a golden hoop on my head.

“Ang’er, then I really am the character in the book.” Sun Wukong did not say the last two words of the character, which was difficult for him to accept.

That’s right, anyone would have this reaction upon learning that they are just a character in a book.

An Yan did not explain. It would be confusing to explain such a thing. He asked, "Do you think you are just a character in the book?"

"Of course not!" Sun Wukong's voice rose several tones.

"Then think about it again. The book says that you wear the golden hoop. Are you wearing it now? Do you exist? Are Bajie and Cuilan like that?"

An Yan's rhetorical questions came one after another like a string of cannonballs.

Although he seemed aggressive, Sun Wukong's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he finally grinned embarrassedly: "Thank you, Brother An, for your enlightenment. I was just obsessed."

"But I think Wu Cheng'en must be an expert, as he was able to see through part of the Buddhist plan."

"An Yan, Monkey Brother, what are you still mumbling about? Get in the car!" Zhao Li turned around and found An Yan and Monkey Brother still parked at the door, and shouted hurriedly.

"Okay, I'll be there right away." An Yan responded, then patted Wukong on the shoulder and said jokingly: "Don't think too much, take advantage of the time now to relax and try to capture Zixia, and then come back to give birth to a bunch of little monkeys."

"Cough cough!!"

Sun Wukong was choked. He had never thought about giving birth to a baby monkey.

Seeing this, An Yan burst into laughter and walked towards the SUV.

Looking at Ang'er's back, Sun Wukong shook his head. He still liked to joke.

One car couldn't seat so many people, so Feicui drove her Audi, which compared with Zhao Li's Ford Raptor was like Beauty and the Beast.

An Yan opened the back door and let Wukong and Zixia get in. The two of them were very curious as they were riding in such a modern tool for the first time.

After closing the car door, An Yan got on the passenger seat directly. Speaking of which, he had been tired all night last night, and he hadn't asked where to go to soak in the hot springs yet.

Hearing this damn devil asking now, and thinking of An Yan's animal-like behavior last night, two pink blushes floated on her emerald face, still looking alluring.

She said, "Let's go to Tianjia Village. It is said that Tianjia Village is going to build a tourist attraction. It just so happens that Dongqing has a friend who invested in a hot spring hotel there, so I want to invite Dongqing to experience it first."

"I heard there are not only hot springs there, but also a maze."

Tianjia Village? Maze?

An Yan narrowed his eyes instantly. If you asked him which story in Soul Ferry made him most angry, it would definitely be the Weaver Girl chapter.

When watching, he even wished he could turn into the God of Death and reap those beasts one by one.

How can a person be so evil?

Seeing An Yan suddenly stopped talking, Feicui asked curiously, "What's wrong? Have you heard of Tianjia Village?"

"No, Zhao Li and the others have left. Let's set off too." An Yan did not intend to tell Feicui about this dirty thing. He was thinking about how he should punish those villagers.

Sun Wukong and Zixia did not notice An Yan's abnormality. They were both attracted by the horseless carriage.

Although it is not as fast as their speed of flying in the clouds, it is still far faster than ordinary horses.

Tianjia Village.

The morning sun fell on this historic village nestled in the mountains and beside the water, but it could not dispel the resentment that hung over the village, so that even in the daytime, walking in the village felt a slight chill. On the muddy road leading to the maze outside the village, a group of villagers hurried into the village carrying a stretcher. The object on the stretcher was covered with a white cloth, but from the outline, it was a person.

Following them were three young people, two men and one woman, who looked distraught, their faces filled with fear and paleness.

At the village chief's house, Village Chief Tian was pacing back and forth worriedly, looking out the gate from time to time, muttering in annoyance: "Why haven't you come back yet? Why haven't you come back yet?"

In the courtyard, the sound of a kitchen knife chopping meat continued to be heard. No, it was a more thorough sound, as if someone was constantly chopping a wooden chopping board with a knife.

Along with the rapid chopping sounds, there was also the woman's devilish muttering: "Chop the short-lived ghost to death! No evil spirits will enter the house! Chop the short-lived ghost to death! No evil spirits will enter the house!"

The already irritated Tiancun chief came out and glared at the woman and yelled, "Enough!!!"

The woman looked at her man woodenly, her empty eyes revealing a look of hatred called deep disgust, and then she became empty again and continued to repeat this action day after day.

After being seen by his wife, Chief Tian took two steps back guiltily. He was no longer as strong and tough as before.

"Crazy! Crazy!"

Village Chief Tian cursed under his breath and walked straight to the gate to look around.

After a while, the group of people who were on the muddy road appeared at the corner.

This was the person Chief Tian was waiting for. He hurried up to her and only breathed a sigh of relief after seeing that his daughter was safe and sound.

After seeing her father, Tian Fang could no longer suppress the fear in her heart. She rushed over, hugged her father and started crying.

"Dad! Da-Dapeng is dead!"

"He was covered with a sack over his head and died in the maze."

"What?" Chief Tian's face turned pale. He quickly straightened his daughter, then quickly walked to the stretcher, took a few deep breaths, and slowly lifted a corner of the white cloth with trembling hands.

Dapeng wearing a sack hood came into view, and the three holes cut in the hood reflected Dapeng's frightened eyes and wide-open mouth.

scare!
When he saw the familiar sack, Chief Tian was so scared that he loosened his grip and stepped back repeatedly until his back hit the wall.

A middle-aged man carrying a stretcher said with fear: "It's her! She's back!"

"Shut up!"

The word "she" irritated Chief Tian, ​​and he growled with a distorted and ferocious expression.

The middle-aged man realized that he had said the wrong thing and quickly lowered his head.

Tian Fang and Tian Ye were both from Tianjia Village, and they knew that the "she" the middle-aged man was talking about was the Weaver Girl.

Chief Tian already regretted letting his daughter and the others go on the adventure, but now that things had come to this, he had no choice but to deal with Dapeng's matter first.

He turned to Tian Fang and said, "Tian Fang, take Zhou Ying home first. Your uncle and I will go and take care of Dapeng's affairs."

Tian Fang, who had long since stopped wanting to stay with the corpse, pulled Zhou Ying away.

Seeing this, Tian Ye showed a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

However, the most urgent task is to get rid of Dapeng's body first.

Soon, the news of Dapeng's death spread throughout the village, and the men rushed to Dapeng's house.

Dapeng's mother, a woman with a similar mental state to Tianfang's mother, cried and laughed as she stood in front of her son's body, "Retribution! It's all retribution!"

Since that incident, many people in Tianjia Village have divorced, and the women who have not divorced and stayed have basically become like this.

The men of Tianjia Village, who had long been accustomed to this scene, hastily completed the funeral ceremony under the woman's hollow and sad voice.

(End of this chapter)