God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

He Ziyun, who never cared about this, accepted it very well.

If there is free labor and he is willing to do it, he will naturally not say anything.

Compared with He Ziyun, the barrage was like tut-tsk:

[Good boy, Li Xiuyu, the ancestor, must not be made angry to death by her in the middle of the night, no, is she angry to death? 】

[Hahahaha, I think they will take pictures of the coffin board in the coffin hahaha]

[I’m so angry, Der. Seeing Li Xiuyu like this, she was most likely killed by the people in Taoyuan Village. What did they do with these ancestral methods? Why should Li Xiuyu respect them? How many generations have passed? 】

[...it makes sense]

[It makes perfect sense]

[Add one plus two plus three]

【…】

"You sit down, you sit down, they're probably coming, so turn off the flashlight!"

Li Xiuyu was so busy that she didn't forget to pull He Ziyun and push him into the corner.

She even threw in two extra tablets and "cleared" a spot for He Ziyun to sit there.

He Ziyun opened his mouth slightly, but didn't say anything. He turned off the flashlight, took his shoes and sat down.

Not to mention, it’s quite comfortable to sit on.

Li Xiuyu drifted on the spot looking around for several seconds, and then realized why He Ziyun had taken off his shoes just now.

It had just rained in the afternoon, and most of Taoyuan Village was covered with dirt. Even if He Ziyun was careful, a lot of dirt would inevitably stick to the soles of his feet. The dirt road was okay, but if the soles of the mud-stained shoes stepped on the steps, they would be completely exposed.

After all, no one has entered the ancestral hall so far.

The red hijab on Li Xiuyu's head fluttered. Just as she was about to say something, the footsteps of many people walking around at the same time came from outside the door.

Li Xiuyu instantly stopped talking and drifted into the shadows in the other corner of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall fell into a dead darkness.

"Aunt Wang, let me tell you, don't be so serious, right? The village chief is very easy to talk to. Can't you just beg him a little?"

The person who spoke was a woman. She sounded quite old, probably around forty or fifty.

As for Aunt Wang, she didn't say anything. As the door of the ancestral hall was opened by the visitor, there was also a dim yellow candle light.

As Li Xiuyu said, there are indeed no lights in the ancestral hall. When villagers come to the ancestral hall at night, they can only come in with candles to light the candlesticks in the ancestral hall.

He Ziyun, who was sitting where five or six memorial tablets should have been, quietly hid behind the curtain and looked down through the gap between the curtains.

I have to say, this perspective is really good.

He could clearly see almost everything that happened.

Aunt Wang finally spoke. She lit the candlestick behind the door with a candle, her face pale.

"I know, but haven't you tried it to see if it works?"

The village woman who just spoke opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

This shows that what Aunt Wang said is true.

The candlesticks were lit one after another, two by the door, and two at the bottom left and right next to the steps where the memorial tablets were placed. There were four candlesticks in total, all lit by the two Aunt Wang and the village woman.

Just when the two of them were about to say something else, there was the sound of someone moving near the door again.

The two stopped what they were doing and looked back at the same time.

The village chief and several male villagers walked into the ancestral hall slowly. Two male villagers gently placed the gray cloth bags in their hands on the ground and stepped back.

Aunt Wang looked at the bag on the ground, her face suddenly turned pale.

He Ziyun had very good eyesight. Even though the candlelight in the ancestral hall was swaying in the wind, he still saw at a glance that Aunt Wang's lips began to tremble because of the things on the ground.

What's on the ground?

He couldn't help but think of the incident where the villagers forced the bride's feet into the brazier at noon.

The scene of the way is still vivid in my mind when I think about it now.

It can be said that the current copy can be regarded as the most "interesting" copy for He Ziyun.

"Meaning" is neither derogatory nor complimentary, but literally meaningful.

The plot is calm and uneventful, and the emotions of all the surrounding villagers are also very peaceful. It seems that except for the female ghosts and ghost babies that appear at night, this village is a place similar to a "paradise".

As long as you don't go out of your way to explore the secrets behind "Xanadu".

The village chief walked tremblingly to the steps filled with memorial tablets, and knelt down along a place similar to the incense table.

"Da Zhuang, where's the fragrance?"

The village chief coughed, turned to look at the male villager behind him with his head lowered, and said.

Dazhuang, that is, Li Dazhuang, quickly stepped forward and bent down to open the cloth bag on the ground, took out a box of incense from it, and quickly walked to the candlestick to light the incense.

Seeing Li Dazhuang lighting incense, the village chief nodded with satisfaction, slowly turned around and started kowtowing to the incense table filled with memorial tablets in front of him.

They kowtowed three times in a row, each one looking more pious than the other.

He Ziyun, the only living person sitting next to the memorial tablet, blinked and raised his eyebrows.

This is really an accident within an accident.

The dramatic scene on the screen made the barrage extremely active, and everyone was laughing.

[Hahaha, I really want to laugh when I look at it, especially this shot, so good at shooting! Sometimes I’m going to pat the village chief who is kowtowing, and sometimes I’m going to pat my wife sitting beside the memorial tablet hahahaha]

[The village chief is already so old. Although he is not a good old man, isn’t it bad? He’s so big! Give my wife a few more kisses! 】

[Hahaha, your reversal made me laugh to death]

[But this old thing is really not a good thing. Did you just see what was in that bag? 】

【what's that? The camera flashed and I couldn’t see clearly]

[I didn’t see clearly either, it seemed like pliers, strips of cloth, something like that...]

[...Why are you bringing these to the ancestral hall? 】

【…】

When the village chief paid homage to his ancestors, the villagers nearby did not say a word and just stood there waiting for the village chief to complete all the procedures.

After the village chief took the lit incense from Li Dazhuang and inserted it into the incense burner on the incense table, the village chief straightened up with the help of Li Dazhuang and turned to look at Aunt Wang who lowered her head and dared not speak.

Realizing that the village chief was looking at her, Aunt Wang shivered even more violently, and fell to her knees with a "pop" almost in the next second.

"Village, village chief."

The sound of his knees touching the ground when he knelt was so loud that He Ziyun, who was hiding behind the curtain, and the audience watching in front of the screen felt their teeth hurt.

As expected, Aunt Wang's knees are purple.

The village chief seemed a little surprised. With the support of Li Dazhuang, he walked to Aunt Wang who was kneeling on the ground and said curiously:

"What's going on, Aunt Wang? Why did you kneel down all of a sudden?"

Aunt Wang's knees hurt terribly, but she still endured the pain and walked two steps to the village chief. She kowtowed heavily and her voice trembled:

"Village Chief, I, I won't dare next time. This time, can you let me go this time?"