C12

He picked up the piece of paper and stuffed it into his pocket. This thing would eventually have to be burned.

Looking back, no one noticed anything amiss with the umbrella. The movements of Zhao QIu and I were very well concealed.

"My god, why did I only walk so little in half a day?" Suddenly, someone in front of him seemed to have woken up from a dream and shouted. We looked at each other, then turned our heads. As expected, after such a long time, we were able to advance less than two hundred meters.

Zhao QIu took a deep breath and shouted, "Hurry up, go faster! Otherwise, I will miss the time to kowtow to the heavens and earth. "

No one dared to be negligent. The group's speed suddenly increased by quite a bit.

I told Zhao Jiu, "That Happy Ghost is quite crafty."

Zhao QIu curled his lips. "What's the point of being so cunning? Isn't he still being accepted?"

It took us a long time to get to less than two hundred meters, and it was obvious that we were trapped in a vicious circle.

On the other hand, Happy Ghost had a good plan.

It wanted to drag us along the road and make Fan Cunshan and the new bride miss the chance to bow down to the heavens and earth. This way, he could destroy the newlyweds' luck in the underworld. It was very easy for him to make some mistakes on the way here.

When an accident occurred, it would secretly push the bride or groom to a dead end.

It's just that in the end, our wishful thinking is still inferior to our wishful thinking, so it still fell into our hands.

After leaving the pigwoods, the road ahead was much smoother. Everyone was preoccupied with their own matters as they watched the sun rise in the sky and use all their strength to hurry on their way. No one even bothered to chat with each other.

After Zhao QIu accepted the Chinese rhubarb umbrella, he no longer held it upside down under his arm. Instead, he stuck it into a ring on his back. I then realized that the two special buckles on his back were used to store this miraculous umbrella.

The little wild boar fell asleep in my pocket and never woke up. Its body was still very hot, and even though it was asleep, it was still shivering.

When they approached the entrance of Fan Jia Village Village, they heard the sound of suona blowing together, causing great joy to spread throughout the valley. When the anxious men at the village entrance heard this voice, they all breathed a sigh of relief. Immediately, the loud sound of the drums started to echo in unison, welcoming the return of the Victorious Return's hero.

When we arrived at the village entrance, the old Village Head heaved a sigh of relief. He had lived his entire life to this day, and seeing his grandson become engaged, his heart was finally at ease. The older a person was, the less pursuit they would have. All their life, they would only seek for peace and stability. Even if the days were a bit lighter, it didn't matter. Being able to live peacefully was the greatest happiness in their eyes.

"Ninth, you keep an eye on him. I'll take care of this little thing's illness."

Zhao QIu nodded and said, "Alright, there are still a lot of troublesome procedures for us to take care of this. Once you're done, go to Fan Cunshan's house and find me."

I called out to Fan Cunlong and he brought me to his twelfth uncle's house. He quickly introduced them for a while and then left. He still had to see if Fan Cunshan had anything else he could help with.

When I entered the house, the man was at home fixing the farm tools. His wife should have already gone over to watch the wedding. When it came to matters like these, women were always more enthusiastic than men. They might even have to help Zhang Luo wash the vegetables and cook the dishes. After they had paid their respects to heaven and earth, they would then happily cook a sumptuous meal for everyone.

The man was honest. He was stunned for a long time when he saw Lil Thing's pair of transparent fangs. Then, he reacted and hurriedly found a stool for me to sit on.

When I asked him if there was any way to cure the little thing, he nodded me back and went into the kitchen. When he came out, he took a basin and squeezed some goat's milk onto the tethered sheep, then shook it under the little thing's nose.

"He's already this hungry. Feeding him some goat's milk or milk would be fine, but after he's full his body won't be hot." The little thing in his hand was eager, but he didn't open his mouth to drink it.

I took it and gave it to him. The little thing immediately let out a happy "humph" and jumped into the bowl, beginning to gobble down the food.

The man continued to look at the little wild boar, and waited until he finished the half basin of goat's milk before he said to me, "Do you see if his body temperature has dropped?" Hearing that, I touched Lil Thing's body returned to its normal temperature.

Seeing me nod, the expression in the man's eyes became even more astonished. He muttered, "It really is it, it really is it …" "I never expected it to be true …"

These words confused me. I asked the man, "What is real?"

Only then did the man realize that he had lost his composure. He smiled embarrassedly, exuding the simplicity unique to mountaineers. Then, he told me a story.

It was said that a long time ago, all the villages in this mountain had been met with a calamity that was nearing destruction. A horrifying infectious disease began to spread quietly. Those who were infected would feel their bodies heat up and their eyes turn red in a short period of time. Then, their consciousness would go into disorder, and their relatives would start to beat and kill each other. Occasionally, there would be people who would awaken temporarily, but they would quickly return to their human and ghost appearances.

Just as it was about to be destroyed, there was a thunderstorm. The footprints of a young wild boar with sharp fangs appeared one after another in the village. Every time it came to a village, the cattle and sheep in that village would consciously contribute their milk.

It bathed with the milk and left.

Some people who were in a crazed state drank the cow's milk which was used for bathing, but who would have thought that just by drinking a mouthful, they would be able to escape from that crazed state.

Just like this, it traveled through every village that had this disease. It took a bath in every village, and all of the villagers were rescued one after another. Just like that, the little wild boar had disappeared until, in the last three years, it had once again returned to Fan Jia Village.

It was in a state of near death, and the people in the manor did everything they could to not know how to lower its body temperature. The rest of the animals tried to avoid it, as if they were afraid they might get infected by something bad.

Someone noticed that something was off. Remembering his favorite cow's milk, he immediately squeezed the cow's and sheep's milk to give it to him. However, it could not eat anymore. He couldn't swallow anything. After drinking milk and goat's milk, his body temperature would drop for a short period of time. But in less than a quarter of an hour, he would be able to vomit everything he drank. His body would feel hot again.

After a few more days, it could not eat or drink anything, so it finally closed its eyes. The corpse then mysteriously disappeared one night later.

"At that time, the old village chief who was highly respected in the village also died not long after. Before he died, he said that all the people in this mountain had let down that little wild boar, it was raised by this heaven and earth, it should have lived in the mountain without worries, but because of its good nature, it saved too many people from death.

When the man spoke of this, his eyes were filled with nostalgia. All these years, he had been listening to this fairy tale as if it was a real fairy tale, but he had never thought that this extremely precious and transparent little thing with two fangs really existed in this world.

The man continued, "As for the credibility of the legend, I'm not too sure. However, it is fated to be close to you. Even if it is the most ordinary wild boar, I hope that you can treat it well." The man unconsciously used honorifics, but I was still immersed in the magical legend.

I want to pay Fan Cunlong this Twelfth Uncle, but he doesn't accept it. He said that just seeing this little thing knowing that it had appeared in the world is already a huge reward. And before I left, he told me many times not to show my face in front of anyone else. Someone might remember the legend of forcing the little thing to stay in the mountains. He also warned the little thing to give it milk or goat's milk when it was hungry. These two things were its staple food.

He was a man who liked small animals, and he was also a loyal elder, and the way he acted made me respect him from the bottom of my heart.

After thanking him seriously, I left the man's house and went to find Zhao Qi Jiu at Fan Cunshan's place. The little thing seemed to be addicted to sleep. After drinking the goat's milk, it once again fell into a deep sleep. The only difference was that his body no longer felt hot or trembling.

In the past, Fan Cunshan and the new bride were praying to the heavens and earth. The one seated on top of the hall was not the old village chief, but Fan Cunshan's parents.

I don't know these two people, and I don't intend to.

The reason why the old man didn't sit on the throne of the hall was very simple. He was already in his late years, afraid that the corruption on his body would rush into the blissful occasion of his grandson's wife. Thus, he was just like an outsider with a satisfied smile on his face as he stood in the crowd and watched his grandson accomplish the most important thing in his life.

"It's still considered complete!" Zhao QIu and I squatted outside to smoke a cigarette.

I know that he was not only saying that Fan Cunshan would be safely married, he was also saying that he would only be able to solve the problem of the leakage of air from the rain in the beginning of the marriage.

"Little boys, come over here and chat with me." The Old Village Chief called out to me and Zhao QIu from a distance. Zhao QIu quickly stood up and ran over. The Old Village Chief was a great deterrent to him. Although this was the first time they truly met, just based on his relationship with the old man from the Zhao Family was enough to make Zhao Qijiu not dare to have any sort of temper.

Accompanying the old man was a sigh of admiration, and then he explained the situation outside the mountain.

When the old man heard that my grandfather had passed away, he sighed again.

"It's good for him to leave, living is a form of torture for him. "Ambitious and ambitious, but stuck in a situation where I can't stretch my arms and legs. It's not easy to sustain consecutive blows up to the last two years …"