When I entered the courtyard gate, the hall inside was also locked.

From the window on the left side of the room, a chimney was sticking out, and black smoke was emitting from it, and the smell of meat wafted in the air.

I tore off a huge raincloth from the roof and stuffed it into the chimney.

"Ahem, ahem!"

Black smoke filled everywhere, and in the room, there was the coughing sound of an old man and a young man.

The door opened, and an old man with a fur and a felt hat on his head was the first to emerge, followed by a tall fat man with a crooked mouth and eyes.

The fat man's left half of his skull collapsed in small pieces, his eyebrow bone was wounded, his left eye was red, and the pupil inside was gone.

His head must have been smashed, resulting in blindness in one eye, and his head was not bright.

Zhao Mingli said that the village chief wants the stupid son of the family to marry Zhao Ya, and it should be said that this kid is what he should say.

The short old man at the back looked at me suspiciously, and when he saw Zhao Ya, he grinned obscenely.

"Xiaoya, didn't you tell your father that he was not in a hurry, why did he come to the door in such a hurry."

The big fat man smiled and flowed out, "Daughter-in-law, hehe...... Daughter-in-law."

The village chief waved his hand perfunctorily at me, "The person has been delivered, you can go back."

I stared at the village chief for a while, he had a meager spiritual power in his body, but he didn't cultivate, it should be someone who poured power into his body.

A half-cult like this, if on guard, would not pose any threat to me at all.

"Xiaoya, close the door, I'll talk to them."

Zhao Ya obediently went to close the door.

The village chief realized that something was wrong, and his palm was already on the long knife at his waist, and he said in an unkind tone, "Who are you kid?"

I said quietly, "Yesterday I was kidnapped to see the ghost king, which is what you call 'the woman of the mother, is my good friend.'"

"It's you kid who makes the mother angry!"

The village chief pulled out his long knife and pointed it at my nose, "Son, do it!"

The fat man, who looked like a mountain of Roshan, took out an iron fork from the house, shook his body and ran towards me.

Whoosh –

A flame burrowed into the fat man's brow, leaving a hole the size of a thumb's belly.

The fat man's body lost his balance, collapsed and fell to the ground, and even his soul was burned clean.

This person's face is fierce, and the thick yin qi on his body is almost to the extent of substance, which shows that he is full of evil, and it is not a pity to die.

"Son!"

The village chief's eyes were red, and he reached for his waist and took out a stack of charms.

Low-level attack charms, against ordinary people, that is a dozen and one accurate.

Against me, even the golden light of the protective body cannot be broken when I am on guard.

"You give me death!"

The red-eyed village chief threw the charm at me as if he didn't want money.

I didn't bother to dodge at all, Zhao Ya didn't understand what was going on, so she flew in front of me.

"Mr. Zhuge be careful!"

Three spells struck her, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I held her up, the golden light protected her body, and her spiritual power warmed her damaged meridians.

It's okay, it's just a minor injury, and it will be fine after a few days of rest.

The golden light forms a shield that flicks all the spells into the air.

I held Zhao Ya's shoulder, "Based on your actions today, I will spare your family."

Zhao Ya's face turned pale, and she said in shock, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuge !"

The village chief was about to pull out the charm, and I popped out a thunderbolt that paralyzed him and he collapsed to the ground.

"Go and tie him up for me."

Zhao Ya dragged the village chief into the house and tied his two hands to the legs of the bed with ropes.

The feet are carefully wound with rope layer by layer, like silkworm cocoons.

I scooped a spoonful of water from the water tank in the corner and splashed it on the village chief's face.

"Say, the mystery of your mouth

Heavenly Holy Maiden, what is the origin?"

The village chief stared at me hatefully, "Bastard boy, you dare to fight against your mother because you know a little crooked, do you know what the fate is?"

I smiled lightly and said, "I don't know what happened to me, but if you don't tell the truth, you will definitely live rather than die."

In the stove next to it, there is a hot pot with ginger, chili peppers, and some seasonings.

Condiments like this are a luxury in the entire wasteland.

On the table next to it, there was freshly cut mutton and some fresh wild vegetables.

I took the chopsticks and threw them to Zhao Ya, "Such a good dish, if you don't eat it, you won't eat it for nothing."

There was still a corpse lying outside the door, Zhao Ya was holding chopsticks, her face was pale and she couldn't eat.

I take care of my own meat, shabu-shabu.

The village chief stared at me with resentful eyes, "You just wait to die! These oracles from outside are here to deal with you!"

I took out a piece of charcoal with my chopsticks and threw it directly into the village chief's chest.

"Whew-"

The screams rang out, and the village chief struggled in pain, trembling all over his body to shake off the charcoal fire.

But once the charcoal fire burns, it sticks to the flesh and skin of the body, and it can't be shaken off at all.

I ate the shabu-shabu and said nonchalantly, "If you don't say, every time I shake a plate of meat, I throw a piece of coal."

"When I'm done, I'll kill you."

Zhao Ya stood aside, and she didn't dare to breathe.

When the charcoal fire burned out, the village chief's face turned pale, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down.

I learned from Zhao Mingli that the village chief's family does not farm, and they all rely on the people in the village to support them.

Relying on the name of 'Niangniang', he can eat whatever he wants, and drink whatever he wants.

Who's girl, even if she is only seventeen or eighteen years old, has to be sent to the door.

If it weren't for me, a girl like Zhao Ya would have been spoiled for two or three years, and the two beasts would have felt tired of it, so they would have taken it to sacrifice.

The pampered wicked have no ability to resist torture at all.

I asked, "Do you want to say it?"

The village chief panted, "Say it or not, you should ask carefully!"

Instead of answering, I picked up another piece of charcoal and threw it on his chest.

"Ahh

The roar sounded again, and the village chief's body twisted and struggled for a while, wet with cold sweat, and collapsed on the ground, unable to move.

Only then did I speak, "First of all, I want to know everything about the Ghost King, nothing detailed, just say whatever you know."

"Secondly, your information is not important to me, and I can ask others if you die."

"So, you'd better not play tricks.

"If you dare to hide it, or lie about it, I can sense it."

The two charcoal fires directly made the village chief honest.

Afraid of being brought on again, he said like pouring beans, "I say, I say everything!"

"Xuantian Holy Maiden...... No, the Ghost King is the mountain god of the entire Beibi Mountain, and he can control the weather and the earth's qi."

"She said that when it rains, it will rain, and let the fields grow crops, and the fields will grow crops!"

"If our village wants to live, we have to make offerings to our mother!"

"Without Niangniang, the ghost king can feed up to 10,000 people, and he has to starve."

"With Niangniang, the population will increase tenfold."