"I've heard the name Pengjiazhuang. ”

Xu Wen didn't get straight to the point, but talked about something else.

"Yes, our Pengjiazhuang is located on the forty miles west of here, and it used to have a name, called Okura. Peng Huyang also followed Xu Wen's question and introduced his hometown. When he said the word "Okura", a wry smile appeared on his lips, like a sigh.

"Just by hearing the name, you can know what kind of place our Okura used to be. At that time, it was not warm in spring, and even in winter, it would feel cold and have to wear a jacket. However, the temperature is very suitable all year round, and wheat and rice can be planted, which is the granary of this area. Results ......"

He didn't say any more, and everyone knew what the outcome would be.

In the spring, the disaster affected the four townships, and Dacang no longer deserved to be called by this name, and it became the former Hujiazhuang again.

The people of Hujiazhuang and the surrounding life can also be imagined.

"We have always had a question to ask, why is this? We work diligently, we love each other, we live in harmony with our neighbors. Why did God treat us like this, and bring us such a catastrophe? Let me watch Xiaogu die in front of me? She is so small and so well-behaved!"

Peng Huyang's emotions became a little angry, and his voice was choked.

There was silence all around, and many people had the same emotion on their faces.

Many of the people who will come here today are such people who have had similar experiences.

There was sadness in the air, and there was a hint of anger.

After a while, Peng Huyang took a deep breath, his emotions were still angry, but his voice became restrained. He looked directly at Xu Wen and asked calmly: "We are not unreasonable people, we are gathered here today just to ask, what happened yesterday, what happened?"

"Last night, we heard the sound of an explosion and rushed to the scene. Xu Wen opened his mouth and told the story of what happened last night in a straightforward manner.

He is concise and rational in his sentences, trying to remain objective as much as possible. At the same time, there is naturally a soothing color in his voice, and the people around him are completely quiet and listen carefully.

"Two people stole the detonator/tube in the vault and when they were discovered, they accidentally exploded, causing a loud noise. According to the investigation, the two men are both male, and they are locals of Fengchun, one surnamed Hu and the other surnamed Liu. Xu Wen told the truth and did not hide it.

"It's true......"

"Really local......

The crowd on the opposite side quickly stirred, many people were whispering, and the anger on their faces was even stronger.

"My lord, your ......" Lei Zhutou was a little uneasy, stepped forward, and whispered in Xu Wen's ear.

Xu Wen shook his head and continued.

"We quickly detained the two men for interrogation to find out why the theft was and whether there was any behind it. The suspect remained silent and did not answer. It was then that we learned that the suspect's roommate had been burned to death, and we went to investigate again. ”

As soon as the voice on the field ended, all eyes focused on Xu Wen's face.

It is rumored that this is the curse of the Blood Man God, and it is the real reason why they have gathered here today.

According to the investigation, the five people died by self-immolation, two of them were locals of Fengchun, three were from Fuxi, and one of the women was a de facto husband and wife with a man surnamed Hu among the two suspects, and was pregnant and was the child of a man surnamed Hu. ”

What Xu Wen said is roughly the same as the rumors, and it sounds quite true. There was also some information that they didn't know before, and when they heard it, they made an uproar.

"Self-immolation?

"How is it possible, if you can burn a person to death, how much firewood does it take? Where can you get so much firewood?"

"Don't these people know that the pain is painful? They still set themselves on fire, and they won't escape by themselves when they burn the pain?"

"Fuxi people, Fuxi is not far from spring......"

Xu Wen waited for them to speak for a while before raising his hand and pressing it down slightly.

It's also strange to say, although many people don't believe what he said about self-immolation or something, but as soon as he said this, their arguing voices quickly stopped, and they listened quietly to Xu Wen.

Seeing this scene, even Jing Nanhai couldn't help but glance at Xu Wen more.

"I'm here to answer everyone's questions one by one. ”

Xu Wen said as he pointed his finger at one of them: "You just said that self-immolation is difficult to form enough firepower?"

It was an old craftsman in his fifties, he was talking in the crowd, and he said such a sentence, and he was actually heard by Xu Wen.

He subconsciously shrank for a moment, glanced left and right, and closed his mouth tightly without speaking.

According to his experience, there would be no good fruit to eat when he refuted Shangguan's words on such an occasion.

"It's a good question, and it's right, to achieve enough incineration effect, energy is indispensable. It is difficult to achieve that strength with ordinary firewood. As a result, Xu Wen nodded to him, with a look of approval.

The old craftsman looked at him, and suddenly said boldly: "When I first came to class, Mr. talked about it." ”

Xu Wen was stunned for a moment and laughed: "Yes, I did talk about it, and many things that I have talked about in class can be used in our daily experience." It's nice that you can map it on. ”

In these years, filial piety is popular under the stick, and parents are like this to their children, not to mention other occasions. Frustration education is the norm, and most people may not have been praised explicitly once in their lives.

Don't they need praise from others?

Of course not. Human beings are social animals and have always needed the approval of others.

Of course, the most important thing is that although Xu Wen is young, he is a Shangguan and a legendary descendant of Tiangong.

He also spoke with sincerity, not like he was trying to win people's hearts.

Therefore, as soon as this sentence came out, the old craftsman's eyes suddenly became a little hot, which is not an exaggeration at all.

"Hmm...... Hmmm!" he nodded in a nasal voice.

"Then the question arises, if it is not self-immolation, but really the curse of the Blood Man God, how does this curse take effect? Just like this master said, there must be enough firepower for people to burn and be burned to death. So, where did the fire of the Blood Man God come from?"

Xu Wen's voice was neither light nor heavy, as if he was talking to himself while thinking, and as if he was asking them and thinking with them.

Half of the people present are craftsmen, and what they have been doing is to find problems and solve them. Asking questions like this is what they do most often.

So Xu asked such a question, and they couldn't help but follow his train of thought and think, yes, how did you do it?

"But that's God! What does the evil god tell you? It burns, then it burns!"

Suddenly, a person in the crowd shouted loudly, and after yelling, he wanted to shrink inside.

But how could he hide at this time, he was quickly found out and brought to Xu Wen.

"What's your name and where are you from?" Xu Wen asked the young man in his twenties gently.

"My surname is Zhong, my name is Zhong Ming, from Wu Township, Jiangnan. The man seemed to regret it a little, but he was bold enough to say it.

"Jiangnan people, fellow countrymen. Have you ever seen something strange, not from someone else's story, but with your own eyes. Xu asked.

"I've seen it, so many!"

"Can you give an example?"

Zhong Minghu looked at him suspiciously, and Xu Wen gently encouraged: "Say whatever you want, you have seen it, you think it is, anything can be." ”

"That's it...... Like when I was a child, there was a goddess in the village. Sometimes someone in the village would hit the gods, and she would do it, to burn the person's sins. Burn it in a pan of oil, and after it was burned, she asked the person to put his hand in the pan, and the oil would not burn his hands. I saw it with my own eyes, boiling oil! The man's hand went in, and nothing happened! Isn't this the great god he offended and spared his life!"

The more he spoke, the louder he became, and the crowd followed the discussion and became noisy.

Many people have seen the fact that the oil is not hot, and it is generally of a similar caliber, which is very magical, and it is a powerful example of the existence of local gods.

When Zhong Ming said this, many people remembered it.

"I know what's going on!" said another man suddenly, shouting out of the crowd.

Xu Wen looked up and saw Zhu Shishi, nodding to him.

He's ready.