I don't have the time to think about it.

Anyway, he is mute now and will be mute for a month. Even if he wants to say something, he cannot speak or write. Moreover, he is unbearably hungry. When he wakes up, three days have passed. The most important thing is to fill his stomach.

The steamed buns Huo Erniu brought were already sour, but he still swallowed them. As expected, the sour steamed buns didn't bother his stomach at all. After a while, he regained some strength, and then walked out of the room.

Look around at the ruined temple that almost collapsed in the wind and rain.

The sky and earth are extremely clean after the rain. I don't know if it is clouds or fog that have stopped in the mountains and on the Yangtze River below, adding a touch of freshness to the world.

The ground was soft with water, but there were no footprints.

Huo Erniu stepped forward, sinking into the mud every step of the way.

The mountain road ahead is indeed broken.

Collapsed mountains washed away the road, and broken trees were washed down, blocking the road.

Huo Erniu went to the foot of the mountain with great difficulty, wanting to tell the villagers that the evil ghost in the mountain had been killed by him, but he was speechless.

Fortunately, some villagers took the initiative to ask him.

"Has the evil spirit been eliminated?"

Huo Erniu nodded repeatedly.

The human voice that reached his ears actually moved him a little.

"That's great!"

"Finally eliminated!"

"You can have a happy life!"

"But Mr. Huo has been in the mountain for several days. The evil ghost must be difficult to deal with. It's really a good job..."

"Why doesn't Master Huo speak?"

"Huh?"

Huo Erniu couldn't respond to them, and even because he couldn't speak, he didn't laugh with them.

With less energy on his mouth, he moved his energy to other places, allowing him to notice more clearly the joy and gratitude of the villagers.

This made him feel a little happy after being hungry for three days.

Then, as expected, he was warmly entertained by the villagers, with hot drinks, hot food, good vegetables and meat, and hot water was boiled for him to take a bath. The money promised earlier was also handed over to him.

But I don’t know how many people asked him why he suddenly stopped talking. Everyone had their own guesses. He couldn’t answer and didn’t know how to answer. Some people also found that his precious bamboo stick was missing and asked him out of curiosity.

Where, full of suspicion, he still couldn't answer and had no face to answer.

Until he walked out of the countryside, his hands were empty. Without the bamboo stick, he had no ability to eliminate monsters and fight ghosts. Naturally, he felt lost.

Looking up at the mountain, I was silent for a long time.

Suddenly he remembered, so he turned back to the village, gestured and borrowed a hoe and an ax from the villagers, and then went up the mountain.

Roads need to be built.

Just practice, how tired can it be?

Grandpa has made a lot of money these days. No matter whether it is money, wine, food or fame, you can't earn it by building ten roads. If you build another one, you can treat it as working for him and do a good deed.

Will Huo Erniu use up all his strength to build the road?

Can building roads be harder than fighting ghosts?

Grandpa is here...

After eating and drinking, the rough man went up the mountain. He kept talking to himself in his mind, making fun for himself. He didn't talk to anyone, and he just cleared the roadblocks, shoveled rocks, and repaired the roads.

The villagers at the foot of the mountain were all surprised and speculated constantly.
Chapter completed!