After being reincarnated, he joined a top boy band and then lost it

There are not many older people left in the village. Most of the young people who go to school have slowly left the village, and few have stayed.

The generation living in the village now is that generation, the one stuck in the middle, the generation that has not received much education, and they have a mentality of both respect and fear towards the village witch.

They respect her because she is older and has been the most influential person in the village's sacrificial ceremonies for many years.

It was because she hadn't appeared in front of so many people for a long time. Previously, one of her juniors was admitted to university and returned to his hometown to hold a banquet. They wanted to invite her to say some congratulatory speeches, but she really didn't give them any face and simply closed the door for three days without receiving any guests. In the end, the family left in disappointment.

Song's mother actually also belongs to the middle generation, but because her situation at the time was rather special, she was able to successfully leave the village with Song's father and head south to make a living.

When Song Shengshi was born, Song's mother had already witnessed the power of this so-called "witch". She immediately got out of the car, respectfully called her aunt, and then pushed Song Shengshi and Song Qingyue to stand in front.

"Come, call someone, this is your aunt."

"Hello, aunt." Song Shengshi and Song Qingyue greeted together.

The aunt's expression couldn't be seen clearly because she was wearing a mask. She just nodded and turned to leave. Before turning around, she motioned for Song Shengshi and his family to follow her.

Song Shengshi hurriedly followed. Song's father seemed to still have some grudge against this relative. He followed at the back, pulling the luggage, without saying a word.

After walking all the way to the old house, Song Shengshi's great uncle was waiting inside in a wheelchair. When he saw his great aunt, he nodded without saying anything. His great aunt also nodded and continued to walk into the house.

Father Song was very respectful to the elder who named Song Shengshi and Song Qingyue. He immediately stepped forward to shake hands and handed the gift in his hand to the younger one who was taking care of him.

Seeing that everyone had stopped, the uncle stopped and turned around, pointing at Song Shengshi and said, "Come with me, he wants to see you."

"The others... Wenxuan, please help me settle them down."

Xu Wenxuan is my great uncle's name.

Song's father was a little unhappy, but Song Shengshi stopped him with his eyes. Song's mother also stepped forward and grabbed Song's father and Song Qingyue, then looked at Song Shengshi's aunt with a firm face.

"I trust you...please take good care of Shengsheng for me, aunt."

I don’t know if it was Song Shengshi’s illusion. Although there was a mask between them, Song Shengshi always felt that his aunt seemed to smile.

"Don't worry, Xiaohua."

The further you go into the house, the more damp and humid it feels, as if the air is saturated with water vapor.

When he reached the deepest part, Song Shengshi had already seen the source of the dampness.

An almost dried-up lotus pond.

There are broken flower poles everywhere and the bottom of the pond is muddy.

My aunt-in-law had no intention of staying. She walked straight to the innermost part and knocked gently on the door.

"Come in." A gentle male voice came from inside. It was different from ordinary voices and had an ethereal and cleansing feeling.

I don’t know what kind of effect this voice would have if used for singing.

Song Shengshi had some occupational diseases and even noticed that the voice was a little weak and did not seem to be in a very healthy state.

Following his aunt's grandmother in, Song Shengshi saw a shrine with layers of gauze hanging down, and a figure with long hair and white clothes was vaguely visible in it.

There were several plates of fruit placed outside the curtain. My aunt walked over and knelt on the ground. She reached out her hand to feel them and sighed helplessly.

"Sir, why haven't you eaten again?"

"I really have no appetite. It would be a waste if I ate it. I might as well share it with the children in the village."

The person inside began to move, slowly sat up, opened the tent and walked out.

When the people in the tent moved, the aunt turned around and faced the wall. Song Shengshi didn't notice it. He only felt a flash of white light before his eyes, and then a beautiful man in ancient costume with tied hair appeared in front of him.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Song Shengshi, long time no see."

"You are indeed extraordinary. You are not affected by the divine ring at all and can look me straight in the eye."

"Just as you thought, I am the mountain god here - the Lotus God. You can call me Li He."