Chapter 445 Undercurrent

If you feel like you are always carrying a heavy burden.

Then someone must be keeping you happy.

For example, I am the sect leader!

——Taken from the Supreme Saint Demon of Heaven and Earth, Zhang Moshen's "My Diary" Chapter 5822

In the evening, the great sect leader Zhang returned to Jiuli Village with a pig's head.

In the shocked eyes of the villagers, he threw the pig's head in front of them.

"It's it! It won't bother you again in the future!"

The village chief and others immediately surrounded him.

He looked at the pig's head carefully and said, "It's it, it's it! I remember this seal."

"That's right, it's this big pig's head, bigger than the ass of the third brother's wife!"

"Good guy, it's really dead!"

...

Zhang Mo took out a black wind leaf and said while smoking, "Come out from the families where people died!"

Immediately, several people walked out slowly.

Zhang Mo casually took out some food from the ring and threw it on the ground.

These were also taken from Lao Tu.

Zhang Mo grabbed all the food that was stored by the old bald man.

Zhang Mo said loudly: "I found it from the monster. It's your compensation. Take it!"

Hearing this, the families were immediately very excited and knelt down to salute: "Thank you, Lord God's Messenger, thank you, Lord God's Messenger!"

Zhang Mo left after saying this. It was really tiring to do these things.

Why is it that when this sect master hits others, he is also exhausted?

Why is there a recoil force when hitting people?

Both the force of hitting and the recoil force will make people tired.

Is this...

Not full?

Yes, it must be not full.

Otherwise, who cares about this.

Fortunately, this sect master always has food stored in his ring. Just don't let these villagers see it.

It's not good to be greedy!

Zhang Mo went back to the house to rest. As soon as he entered the door, he saw a sneaky figure crawling in. It was the old bald man.

This guy was unwilling to show up in front of the villagers no matter what.

He would rather follow Zhang Mo secretly than contact the villagers.

According to Lao Baldy himself, that is, "I haven't lived enough!"

After climbing into the house, Zhang Mo tore off a piece of elbow meat for Lao Baldy and threw it to him.

Lao Baldy took a bite and his eyes were straight. Looking at his appearance, he probably hadn't eaten anything decent for a long time.

"Thank you, Sect Master, this thing is for human consumption."

Lao Baldy said the same thing as Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo half-lying on the bed said: "From now on, you will be responsible for the safety of this Sect Master. Bring all your monsters with you!"

Lao Baldy said: "Put them all in place and you can summon them at any time. Sect Master, do you really trust these villagers?"

"Any questions?"

Zhang Mo asked.

Lao Baldy smiled and said: "It's hard to discipline the stubborn people. Sect Master, you showed them your storage ring and gave them food. They will have bad intentions."

"Really?"

Zhang Mo raised his eyebrows.

The old bald man said, "Do you believe it or not? I can make a bet with you. How about a pork elbow? I'm sure they will have some ideas and will do something unexpected to you."

Zhang Mo said, "I believe it."

He finished eating the pork elbow.

The old bald man said, "Master, if you believe it, then why are you still here? Give them food."

Zhang Mo smiled and said, "It doesn't matter whether I believe it or not. Because I don't care what they do."

The old bald man nodded in understanding and said, "It seems that Master, you treat them like ants. I understand!"

Zhang Mo looked at him and vaguely seemed to see Yang Shuo in his early years.

You understand?

You know nothing.

This master said it doesn't matter because this master has nowhere to go for the time being. If it doesn't matter, what should I do? Should I sleep in the cave with you!

No matter what, no explanation.

This fierce master doesn't need explanation.

……

It's late at night and people are not quiet.

The village chief quietly brought a dozen young "strong men" from the village to the end of the village.

As dusk fell, a group of people squatted in the corner and began to discuss.

"Let me say first, I think there is something wrong with this messenger of God."

The old village chief got straight to the point, and a dozen young people looked at him, waiting for him to continue analyzing.

The old village chief whispered; "I don't know anything else. The great god we worship is definitely a good god. The stories of gods that have been circulating in our village for many years have all proved that the great god is a righteous god. It will never have such a messenger of God."

"Village chief, you say he is fake?"

"But he really helped us kill the monster!"

"And gave us things we can plant."

...

Several young people whispered.

The old village chief went up and hit him with his cane, then said: "You were bought off with a little favor? Have you forgotten that he smashed Fatty Qu to death?"

After a pause, the old village chief said: "And the food he brought back today, haha, the monster needs to eat such food? Then it won't burn the crops. I think this person may have an unclear relationship with the monster. In short, in short, we can't keep him. He is a disaster and will harm our entire village."

A young man whispered: "Village chief, what are you going to do?"

The old village chief said: "You guys go to the county to report and say that there is a demon cultivator in our village. Let them send someone to deal with him immediately."

Several young people took a breath and said: "Demon cultivator?"

"Village chief, don't talk nonsense. If you catch a demon cultivator, you have to burn him!"

"Not only that, I've seen it chopped into pieces."

"What evidence do you have to say that he is a demon cultivator?"

The old village chief glared and said, "Just because he has the recipe for corpse-melting powder in his hand, would a normal person have this? Looking at his appearance, he has no respect for the law, and is definitely a demon cultivator. When you go to report, just say that a demon cultivator killed Fatty Qu and destroyed the crops."

At this point, the old village chief slowly said, "You forgot that if you catch a demon cultivator, you will be rewarded with 100 taels of silver."

Money moves people's hearts.

When they heard about the reward, the eyes of the young people present lit up.

The old village chief said, "How much food can you buy with a hundred taels of reward? It's enough for each of you to marry a wife. The rest can also buy food to help the village get through this year and pay the grain tax."

"Okay, village chief. I'll go now!"

"Village chief, wait for me. We will definitely be back tomorrow morning!"

Several young people left quickly.

The old village chief got up, patted the soil and walked away slowly.

And they didn't realize that when they were chatting, there was a pair of ears on the other side of the earth wall.

A young man heard all their words.

"Are they going to report the God's messenger?"

"Is the God's messenger a demon cultivator?"

The young man was a little confused and couldn't believe it at all.

Immediately, he wanted to pretend that he hadn't heard about it. But halfway through, he saw the food that the God's messenger gave them in the house, and gritted his teeth again.

"No!"

The young man stamped his feet fiercely.

If he didn't know about this, it would be fine, but now that he knew, he couldn't just ignore it.

He quietly opened the gate, looked around, and made sure that no one was there before running straight to the village headman's house where the God's messenger was resting.