Gan!

What is this Nima?

I bought my own money, and now I have to find a way to earn it back.

This is the legendary one who was bought, and he still has to help with the number of people, right?

Zhang Jianjun felt his blood surge, his head was dizzy for a while, and he fainted as soon as it was dark in front of him.

Seeing this, Zheng Laohan hurriedly beckoned people to carry Zhang Jianjun to the back room.

At this time, no one noticed that the tiny seal pendant around his neck was constantly absorbing the blood that flowed from him.

……

In a trance, Zhang Jianjun found himself in a cave full of strange flowers and plants, and before he had time to take a second look, an old man with green grass, tree bark, and bare feet suddenly appeared in front of him.

Such a strange scene, normal people should feel scared, but Zhang Jianjun not only did not have fear, but felt very kind.

The old man smiled and said, "You're here." ”

His face was old, but his voice was exceptionally crisp, like flowing water in the mountains, and like a hundred spirits singing.

Zhang Jianjun opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

The old man continued: "My successor, in the future, all the mountains and mountain people here will be handed over to you, as long as you get enough incense and make this place a place of happiness for everyone, you will become stronger." ”

"Go ahead, you will be the new mountain god from today onwards."

"Go, go......"

The old man's voice became distant, and his body gradually faded.

Zhang Jianjun had a lot of questions to ask, and finally shouted when he saw this scene: "Wait! ”

He opened his eyes suddenly, stared at the old roof with a blank expression, and did not come back to his senses for a long time.

"Are you alright?" Zheng Xiaomei, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, asked softly.

Zhang Jianjun raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his face: "I'm fine." ”

Zheng Xiaomei's expression was flat, but her eyes still showed a little joy: "You wait, I'll call my parents over." ”

Not long after she got up and walked out, the old couple of the Zheng family walked into the room one after another.

"Great, Jianjun, you're finally awake." Zheng Laohan said with joy on his face.

The old couple's faces were full of tiredness at this time, and it seemed that they hadn't slept all night.

Zhang Jianjun sat up slowly, and the events of last night poured into his mind like a tide.

"Jianjun, how do you feel? Do you want to find Li Barefoot under the mountain to show you? The old lady of the Zheng family asked with concern.

Zhang Jianjun reached out and touched the back of his head, and found that someone was wrapped in a white cloth on it, which seemed to be used to stop the bleeding.

He pressed the back of his head a little harder, and found that it didn't hurt at all.

"Mom, I'm fine." Zhang Jianjun replied.

Although he was a bought son-in-law, the old couple was very good to him.

People's hearts are flesh and blood, they treat themselves as their own sons, and Zhang Jianjun naturally regards them as parents.

"It's all my fault, I know that handsome little bastard has a black hand, and I haven't helped you block it." Zheng Laohan said with a guilty face, "Jianjun, I'd better go down the mountain to find Li Barefoot to show you, but don't leave any root causes." ”

"I really don't need to, you see I can get out of bed now."

Zhang Jianjun jumped twice after getting out of bed to prove that he was fine.

The old lady of the Zheng family was frightened, and hurriedly said, "Don't, lie down, lie down." ”

"Mom, don't worry, I'm really fine, you see my feet are tight, not dangling at all." Zhang Jianjun said.

The old couple of the Zheng family were relieved when they saw that Zhang Jianjun was really fine.

"Xiaomei, come and take care of your man, let's go out and stew a chicken for him to make up for it."