Ma Du Wei looked at Long Junchen with some meaning. It was obvious that Long Junchen didn't say anything. He didn't dare to compete with this old man who was emotionally excited in his tranquil age. He could only pursed his lips tightly and wait quietly for the following.

A self-mockery look that was even more ugly than crying appeared on the wrinkled face of the village chief Ma, and a vicissitudes of laughter came out from his throat, "Jun Chen, hahaha, I'm not afraid of you making jokes. Our village, or our vast peasant comrades, have no ability except farming and animal husbandry. You said, what can we do if we go to the city? Now it is all high-tech, we can't even use mobile phones, let alone use electronic products to work, and what is far from office. That's even a few acres of land, a few cows, and a few spring breezes can feed us. One area of ​​water and soil, and the other area of ​​people, our village is all people who have lived here for generations. How could we leave if we say we leave? Even if we leave, we can't afford to eat with our ability, and we can't do anything except farming. If we leave here, we'll wait to starve to death."

Village Chief Ma sighed hard, and then said, "Jun Chen, you said, it is much better than the people in our village to starve to death in a foreign country and even be ridiculed and mocked by others. Is it much better for us to sacrifice a young woman every two years? Hahaha, hahahaha!" Village Chief Ma shed tears while laughing on the back, and his whole body trembled dejectedly on the chair as if he was crazy. Long Junchen was speechless and didn't know how to comfort him. Long Junchen just thought about this kind of pain, and felt inexplicably sad and crazy.

He had hatred but could not be released, and he had to bow down and served the ghost like a god, living a worried life tremblingly. Long Junchen thought about it and felt more painful than death.

Village Chief Ma stared at Long Junchen in a daze. After a long time, he suddenly grabbed the corner of Long Junchen's clothes, and cried with tears in his mouth: "Jun, Junchen, I, I have told you all this. If you have the ability, you must help us. If not, don't show off, otherwise, our village might..."

"Maybe you will be implicated again. The evil ghost may be venting its anger on you again. Is this what you want to say?" Long Junchen narrowed his eyes and added what Village Chief Ma had not finished saying without changing his face. The elder Ma's face turned red and he scratched his scalp with a little embarrassed expression. "Junchen, it's not that I don't believe you, mainly, hey, how many mages have come here, without exception, no one can deal with that evil ghost, so I'm a little worried."

Long Junchen waved his hand and nodded considerately, "You don't have to say anything more, your worries are not unreasonable. After hearing what you said, this ghost's cultivation is definitely not low. In this insult, in the tomb, the boy who is in dispersed in the tomb, plus the resentment of the Taoist priest, even I am not sure to take him down." Long Junchen did not show off, but to tell the truth. Long Junchen's frankness surprised Village Chief Ma a little. After all, no one of his age wants to proclaim himself and show off. Even if he really doesn't have the strength, he will not actively admit his weakness. The young man in front of him is different and so honest. However, Long Junchen's words also made Village Chief Ma's heart slightly calmed down and was lifted up like a chicken catching.

"I don't have a 100% sure, or forget it, Jun Chen, I appreciate your kindness, but our village really can't accept the anger of this evil spirit again." Tears flowed down the old face of the village chief Ma. Long Jun Chen didn't say anything, but said lightly: "Captain Ma, let me tell you this. If I can't even deal with this evil spirit, there are few people in this world who can deal with him. If I die, your village should evacuate the whole family."

Long Junchen spoke decisively, Village Chief Ma was stunned and didn't know what to say. At this moment, Long Junchen suddenly remembered something. He had just saved the Miss He Linlin. Wasn't that the offerings offered to the Ghost King of the tomb by these Maotai villagers? According to the village chief Ma, if he saved Miss He, the Ghost King did not receive the offerings for his cultivation. Wouldn't he be angry with these villagers immediately?!

Long Junchen was shocked and shivered all over. It seemed that he had to go to the tomb immediately after he went back, otherwise his momentary kindness would probably lead to a disaster.

Long Junchen thought about this and was about to get up and leave. He thought of He Linlin's nie, who thought that he was staying in a fairyland and had to find a way to wake up. So Long Junchen thought about it and said tentatively, "By the way, Village Chief Ma, is the girl you used to sacrifice this year called He Linlin?"

Village Chief Ma was still sobbing and was out of breath. When he heard Long Junchen's question, he was stunned and stopped crying immediately. His eyes flashed with a hint of vigilance for no reason. He frowned and asked, "Yes, it's He Linlin, how did you know?"

Naturally, Long Junchen would not tell Village Chief Ma that he had saved the sacrifices they used to sacrifice. If he had said that, the village chief, who had been in a panic all day long, might start to go crazy again. The reason why he mentioned this was to take some evidence from Village Chief Ma that could prove that He Linlin was still living in the world, so as not to think that this girl would always want Long Junchen to take her to the fairyland to play. She didn't want to be a god, but she would be happy in the world.

Looking at Village Chief Ma’s vigilant and puzzled expression, Long Junchen covered it up very well and smiled naturally, "I heard what the villagers at the door said, I heard that they have not died long?"

Long Junchen knew it well, but he was vague. Village Chief Ma seemed not to notice Long Junchen's perfunctory behavior. He nodded in a clear way and sighed, "Yes, it's only been a day since he died. The girl's ghost should still be in the world. It's really hard to calm down if she dies unjustly."

Long Junchen was happy. He was waiting for the words of Village Chief Ma, and immediately pretended to be happy and unexpected, "Captain Ma, what did you say? You have only been dead for a day?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Village Chief Ma said in confusion.

"Hey, then do you have anything that is contaminated with He Linlin's yang energy? As long as it is something she used during her lifetime, it is fine!" Long Junchen was very tempted and slowly induced Village Chief Ma to keep up with his own ideas.
Chapter completed!