Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Legacy of the Water Cloud

Su Ya's arrival was like a savior for Ling Fan, Su Ya explained to the villagers that Ling Fan could not be a head descender, because of Su Ya's father's high status in country A, the villagers believed that Ling Fan was not a head descender who refined the flying head descending, although some of them had seen Ling Fan's flying head descending with their own eyes, and the village chief also specially invited everyone to his home for dinner in order to apologize.

However, just when everyone was eating at the village chief's house, the door of the village chief's house was suddenly opened, and the old man in a wide uniform and holding a black scepter broke into the village chief's house, his expression was extremely serious, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at Ling Fan fiercely, as if Ling Fan could be burned to death with just one pair of eyes.

As soon as he saw this old man, Ling Fan felt unhappy in his heart, you must know that he insisted on burning himself, and he also begged for mercy, he was really a hard-hearted old man.

When the village chief saw the old man suddenly standing in, he quickly got up and talked to the old man (of course, their words were translated by Su Ya): "Old priest, why are you here, sit down quickly, and eat together." ”

"Hmph, I won't eat with the evil head descender, don't be deceived by you, he is indeed a head descending master who is cultivating the flying head descending!" The old man snorted, pointed at Ling Fan with a black scepter in his hand, and shouted.

"Hey, you bad old man, how many times have I said it, I'm not a head lowerer, why don't you believe it!" Ling Fan really couldn't stand it, he got up and shouted at the old man.

"You can deceive others, but you can't deceive my eyes, I'm not a head lowering master, I'm a sacrificial master, I can't be mistaken." The old man's sharp eyes were fixed on Ling Fan's body, and he said gloomily.

"It's unreasonable, I think you must be old and confused!" The glorious tradition of respecting the old and loving the young was left behind by Ling Fan at this time, and he really couldn't stand this old man who insisted on burning himself.

"Old priest, he is my friend, I believe that my friend will definitely not be a head lowering master, he hasn't even figured out what a head lowering is." Su Ya got up and bowed to the old priest and explained.

"Hmph, I see that you have all been deceived by him, you will be killed by him sooner or later, and you, an onmyoji from China, you better be careful of him." The old priest angrily scolded everyone, and finally glared at Ling Fan fiercely, and then left the village chief's house in a trembling manner, and the village chief hurriedly went out to see him off.

"It's incorrigible, I'm so angry!" As soon as he thought that he had been wronged as a head lowering master, Ling Fan was upset, so he grabbed the pot cake in front of him and ate it.

But Gu Rufeng looked solemn, he remembered that he didn't seem to tell the villagers that he was an onmyoji, the old man could see at a glance that he was an onmyoji from China, this eyesight was too sharp, it was said that with this eyesight he would never go wrong, but ...... Lao Gu looked at Ling Fan, only to see that Ling Fan was eating the pot cake in a big gulp, and his mouth was still chattering about what happened just now, it was impossible, how could he be an evil head lowerer, it seemed that he was thinking too much, Gu Rufeng smiled bitterly, and quickly reached out to Ling Fan to grab the pot cake, and if he didn't grab it, even the scum would be 'swept away by the autumn wind' by Ling Fan!

After eating and drinking, Ling Fan and the others got into a rampage with the village chief, and Ling Fan asked the village chief if he knew about the original affairs of this small mountain village. The village chief told Ling Fan that of course he knew that a particularly rich man had given him a large sum of money twenty years ago, and that person had asked him to move the village here. According to the village chief, when a large group of them came here, the whole village camp was in a mess, and everywhere was charred and black, as if it had been set on fire, and it took the villagers nearly half a year to clean up the broken wood and walls.

"Didn't you see a living person then?" Ling Fan asked.

The village chief thought for a while and said: "It's not nothing, when tidying up an empty house, I found a charred female corpse, at that time I knew that there had been a fire here, so I didn't panic too much when I saw the female corpse, when I was tidying up the female corpse, I suddenly found something in her arms squirming, I was afraid of death at that time, you must know that it is quite scary to suddenly have a charred black female corpse that will move, so I carefully approached the female corpse."

Just when I was a few steps closer to the female corpse, suddenly a small pink hand stretched out, and then a round little head, and then a little boy crawled out of the arms of the female corpse, about a year old, maybe stabbed by a wooden thorn on the ground, the little boy cried, and I quickly picked up the little boy. I had no children and no daughters, and I was overjoyed to see a cute little boy, so I adopted him.

But perhaps it was destined that this little baby boy could not survive in the world, when he was seven years old, once he went to play in the mountains with the children of the village, suddenly stumbled and fell off the cliff, and then never came back, I was in pain for a long time, until now every time I think of him, I feel more and more uncomfortable. As he spoke, the village chief shed two tears, and he quickly raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears.

The small mountain village that was completely burned down by the queen's clan did not destroy the villagers, at least there was a little baby boy alive, but this little baby boy suddenly fell off the cliff when he was seven years old, so if he said it, no one knew about Shui Yun back then, Ling Fan was a little disappointed, but even if the little baby boy was alive, it might be useless, because he was too young and didn't know what happened at that time.

"Alas, what a pity, if he had grown up to this point, he would be as beautiful as his mother." The village chief suddenly let out a sigh.

This exclamation puzzled Ling Fan and asked, "Have you seen the child's mother, wasn't she scorched at that time?" ”

The village chief nodded: "She was burned to a black spot, but when I was tidying up the room, I found a well-preserved portrait, which was drawn with charcoal, and the painting was very beautiful, although I don't know if it was the woman who was burned to death, but I think it should be eight or nine or ten." ”

Beautiful women, wonderful portraits, superb drawing skills...... This made Ling Fan connect things together, if his guess was correct, then the person in the portrait was Shui Yun, and the charred woman was also Shui Yun, the person who painted her portrait was naturally the king when he was young, and the baby boy might be the son of the king and Shui Yun, thinking that the king and Shui Yun had lived together for more than a year, it must not be impossible to have a baby boy who was nearly a year old.

"Isn't there any survivor in the whole village except for that little boy?" Ling Fan asked unwillingly.

The village chief shook his head: "No, the whole village has been burned down, where there is still a little figure, there are charred corpses everywhere." When he said this, the village chief's eyes flashed with a look of horror, and the scene of that year must still be replaying in his mind.

The scene described by the village chief replayed in the minds of Ling Fan and the others, and suddenly everyone fell into a silent silence, as if mourning for the dead who had passed away.

With a bang, something on the cabinet in the room was knocked over, and a mouse was so frightened that he quickly escaped along the window, and the village chief got up and picked up the overturned thing again and put it away.

Ling Fan looked towards the object, only to see that it was a picture frame, he got up and walked to the cabinet, picked up the image frame, and looked carefully, only to see that the picture frame was inlaid with a photo, a little boy smiled and rode on the neck of a middle-aged man, both of them had a happy smile, and the middle-aged man on it was the village chief when he was young.

"It was taken when he was seven years old, but shortly after the shooting, he fell off the ......cliff," the village chief said sadly, wiping the frame with his sleeve.

Ling Fan looked at the picture, he stared closely at the little boy riding on the neck of the village chief, he always felt that this little boy was familiar, he seemed to have seen this little boy somewhere, no, not a little boy, if he was only one year old in twenty years, then he should be at least a young man of twenty years old in twenty years, he had not seen this little boy, but had seen him for twenty years!

Suddenly, a figure crossed Ling Fan's mind, he remembered a person, Ling Fan pointed to the picture and asked the village chief, "What is the name you gave this child?" ”

The village chief was stunned for a moment and said, "Akifu? Ganley, what's wrong? ”

"Achif? Ganley ...... Oh, it's okay, maybe I'm thinking too much. Ling Fan muttered the name, his face full of disappointment.

It seems that the matter of twenty years ago is over like this, and all that is left is Shui Yun's curse before death, Ling Fan returned to everyone's side, since Shui Yun's matter can no longer be solved, then the next thing is his matter, who is framing himself, if not...... If it hadn't been for 'he' to save himself, I'm afraid he would have been burned to black charcoal like the water cloud twenty years ago.

"Boy Ling, think about it, didn't you provoke a head lowerer in the village without a long eye, and people only took action to repair you?" Gu Rufeng stuffed the last piece of pot cake into his mouth and said with a smile.

"Fuck you, you don't have long eyes!" Ling Fan threw a ball of paper in his hand towards Lao Gu's long face, and Lao Gu smiled and dodged.

Su Ya said: "Impossible, since Ling Fan accidentally provoked a certain head lowering master, that head descending master would not punish him in such a vicious way, and there are generally examples of ordinary people offending the head descending master, but we generally only apply a small punishment, and it is enough to let him pull his stomach for a week." ”

The argument of everyone made Ling Fan even more like the second monk, since no one deliberately punished him, and he himself would not fly down at all, then what the hell is going on, is there really a ghost?!