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This meal was really restless, but luckily it ended quickly because Liu Hemin and Guo Baoguo had to be buried before noon.

After the meal, Liu Wenxuan appeared dressed in mourning.He lit a set of firecrackers, and amidst the sound of firecrackers, the two coffins were carried by several young and strong guys, and they staggered all the way towards the back mountain.

The funeral was lackluster, dull and sad.

In the middle of the process, it began to rain lightly, which added to the heaviness.

After the funeral, Guo Baoguo's sons and daughters came over and apologized to the player repeatedly with shame on their faces, repeating those few words of apology over and over again.

"So how exactly did your father die?" Zhou Li squinted his eyes and asked, "Isn't it because of conscience, he committed suicide?"

"This..." The eldest sister of the Guo family faltered, her face flushed red.

"Sister! Let's tell the truth! Dad did something wrong, we should apologize sincerely, and we don't need to cover it up for him." Xiaodi Guo said, looking at the crowd in front of him, "My dad was punished by God. "

"What do you mean?"

"The God Lord guides us to be good with one heart, not to harm others, nor to hurt people's thoughts. Once we make a mistake, we will be punished. My father took you to the ancestral hall and wanted to use the power of the God Lord to take revenge on you. It's terrible! He came back last night and knew he couldn't survive, so he locked himself in the house. I called him to breakfast this morning, and found him hanging from the beam, and his body was already stiff."

Guo Xiaodi was still aggrieved at first, but he couldn't help feeling sad at the end.

He thought of seeing his always honest and honest father hanging upside down on the beam like a sinner in the morning, and the pain in his heart was even worse.

"You mean Master Guo knew he was going to die?" Nie Xiaolan asked.

"He did such a terrible thing, can he escape punishment?" Guo Xiaodi wiped his tears, "He intends to harm others, and he will definitely be punished by God. No one can save him, including himself."

Fu Qitang remembered what the skinny old man at the same table had said during the meal.

Those who harm others will end up harming themselves, and if they do many unrighteous actions, they will kill themselves.

These two sentences may be just an ordinary epigram elsewhere, but they seem to have become a code of conduct in Taoyuan Village.

Those who do good may not be saved, but those who do evil will eventually perish.

It sounds positive, but it's overkill.

And...is it actually this style of painting to return to the God Lord?

The barrage also raised questions at the right time.

[34: Ah, this... Shouldn't the Returning God Lord be an evil god?Could it be that I remembered wrongly? ]

[12: I remember correctly, according to the last round of information, it is indeed very bad 2333, but now it seems to be a new plot]

[04: So this is a story about God forcing his believers to be good, otherwise they will die?It’s a little curious]

"As long as you are human, you can't avoid making mistakes. Do you have to die every time?" Song Yu pushed his glasses and asked.

"That's not the case. God masters generally don't care about small mistakes, and there is Grandfather Jiang." Guo Xiaodi shook his head and said, "Grandpa Jiang is an elder in the village. Fu. If it is an ordinary mistake, just go to Grandpa Jiang and sincerely repent, and you will be forgiven by the Lord God."

It's Grandpa Jiang again.

The middle-aged man who took the lead in kneeling and apologizing to the players before also mentioned Grandpa Jiang. Only Grandpa Jiang knows what bad things will happen to outsiders entering the ancestral hall.

Without a doubt, this is a pretty important NPC.

"Is Grandpa Jiang here?" Lin Fang asked while looking around.

"No. Grandpa is getting old, his health is getting worse and worse, and he fell ill a few days ago, and has been unable to get out of bed for several days." Guo Xiaodi said with a gloomy complexion, his brows were full of melancholy, "Everyone is very worried. I'm afraid that Grandpa will die, and I'm also very afraid."

"Why?" Song Yu asked again, repeating what he had just heard at the funeral, "Death is nothing more than returning to God's side."

"Grandfather Jiang is different. He is the representative of the God Lord's will, and the God Master has not shown up for many years. Once Grandpa dies, we will completely lose contact with the God Lord. At that time, the village does not know what will happen. "

After the Guo family siblings left, the players were divided into two groups.

Song Yu took people to find Grandpa Jiang, while Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun had other plans.

"Let's go find that child." Fu Qitang said.

"Which one? The one riding a tricycle?" Tong Wenkai was a little confused about the situation, "Why are you looking for him?"

"It's not him." Fu Qitang shook his head, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's the little boy who sat at the table opposite during the meal. If I'm not mistaken, he's probably the only normal person in this village. "

Although he didn't know the boy's name, Fu Qitang made full use of the warm and kind nature of the villagers in Taoyuan Village. On the way back to the village, Fu Qitang randomly stopped an aunt and asked her about the boy's situation politely.

"Are you looking for Xiao Xiangyuan? That's just right. I'm going to his house too. I'll take you there." The round-faced aunt said with a smile. There was a little bit of water vapor on his shoulders, and he felt distressed immediately: "This rain will fall as soon as it is said, and you will be wronged. Later, you and Xiao Xiangyuan will come to my aunt's house, and my aunt will cook ginger soup for you. Don't I have a cold!"

"Thank you, Auntie, it's too much trouble for you." Fu Qitang said with a smile.

He was born well, and he was able to put on a good face when facing the elders. In addition, the villagers were all saints, so he coaxed the round-faced aunt to recognize him as her godson within a few words.

Gong Zijun listened quietly from the side, the corners of his raised mouth remained curved.

The water vapor in the air was hazy, making his usual sharp eyebrows and outline soft.

"...Should say that Xiao Xiangyuan suffered a lot. He had a pair of unreliable parents. He was brought up by the villagers. But no matter how bad the parents are, they are close. If they say no, they will be gone. That child I don't know how sad it is."

"His parents died? When did it happen?"

Fu Qitang recalled the appearance of the little boy. He was wearing a cartoon T-shirt, the neckline and cuffs were dirty, and there were stains on his cheeks. It seemed that it was indeed the result of his parents' negligence.

"Just a while ago," the round-faced aunt sighed, but she didn't want to say more, she just said vaguely, "Everyone advised them to live a peaceful life and raise their children well, but they didn't listen, and the troubles became like this, alas... finally The poor are still children."

What was said inside and outside seemed to imply that there was a conflict between the husband and wife, which ended in tragedy, but considering the special situation of Taoyuan Village where "good and evil are repaid", Fu Qitang was noncommittal and nodded with a smile on his face.

"Who said it wasn't."

According to the round-faced aunt, Xiao Xiangyuan was just five years old this year. The villagers felt sorry for him and lost his parents at such a young age. They wanted to take him home to take care of him and treat him as their own son, but he refused.

"This child was originally stubborn and didn't like to talk. Now he was stimulated and his personality became even weirder. He often stayed alone and always yelled. He was only five years old. He felt uncomfortable and couldn't vent it. That's the only way to go." The round-faced aunt said, her eye circles were red, and she quickly took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped her eyes.

Seeing Fu Qitang looking at her, she smiled shyly and sighed again, "Everyone in the village wants to help him, but this kid has too much self-esteem and is unwilling to say anything. If you can, you can help him later." My aunt persuaded him, he is still young, someone must take care of him."

"Don't worry, leave it to me," Fu Qitang agreed with a nod, and gave Gong Zijun a strange look, bursting with inexplicable confidence, "I'm the best at coaxing children."

Gong Zijun smiled, raised his eyes to look at him, and gave a meaningful "hmm".

The three walked for a while, and a few scattered houses gradually appeared in the distance.

"Xiao Xiangyuan's house is in front, that's where it is." The round-faced aunt pointed to one of the new two-story buildings.

Fu Qitang took a look, and sure enough, he found two red lanterns under the eaves. The lanterns were very new, and the colors were still bright, which proved that this family had indeed held a funeral.

The black iron door was closed tightly, probably due to the rain, and a lot of leaves fell outside the door.

"Xiao Xiangyuan, my aunt is here to see you." The aunt walked over and knocked on the door, and said lightly.

There was no movement at the door.

The aunt knocked a few more times, then turned to Fu Qitang and said, "Strange, did this child go out?"

Everyone in the village went to the back mountain to attend the funeral today, except Grandfather Jiang and Xiao Xiangyuan who were too sick to get out of bed, and there was no one on the way back.

The round-faced aunt thought for a while, and her expression changed slightly: "Oh no, Xiao Xiangyuan won't go to find Grandpa Jiang, right? Something is going to happen!"

Realizing that there was an inside story in these words, Fu Qitang deliberately said indifferently, "Maybe the old and the young hugged each other to keep warm. Auntie, don't worry, children, I'll be back after playing for a while."

"But, but...Xiao Xiangyuan hates Grandpa Jiang to death. If no one is watching, he might kill Grandpa Jiang!"

Before the words were finished, the black iron door opened with a "squeak" sound.

A black shadow suddenly flew out from inside, and it was about to hit the round-faced aunt, Fu Qitang quickly stretched out his hand to push her away, the black shadow flew past the two of them, and hit the ground heavily.

It is a wooden bench.

"You're lying! I didn't kill anyone!" A childish voice sounded from above.

Fu Qitang looked up and saw that it was the black and thin child he saw during the meal.

He was still wearing that dirty T-shirt, and he was sitting astride the wall, holding a bamboo basket in his arms.

"What are you doing here, go away! I don't want to see you!"

While talking, Xiao Xiangyuan took out tomatoes and eggs from the bamboo basket, and threw them at the round-faced aunt.

All of a sudden eggs rained down.

A tomato flew in the air, and it was about to hit Fu Qitang, but Gong Zijun raised his hand and caught it.

"Excellent." Fu Qitang said, leaned over to look at the color of this tomato, and said in a deep thought, "It's a big red color, it's a good persimmon, put it away, and I'll eat it for you later in the evening."

Gong Zijun glanced at Fu Qitang lightly when he heard the words, "Is it true?"

Fu Qitang suddenly became angry from embarrassment: "... Get out!"

"Isn't it a bit too much not to admit what I just said, huh?"

"You don't deserve to eat noodles, it's shameful, you can drink soup," Fu Qitang snatched the persimmon from Gong Zijun with a straight face, and glared at him, "I think you need to be hungry when you're full. Two meals to purify the mind."

"Oh," Gong Zijun said, pointing, "Anyway, I've never had enough."

"..."

"No, I haven't even tasted it."

"Please, let's stop here," Fu Qitang covered his face, he was too embarrassed to read the barrage, and whispered, "Didn't I ask you to keep accounts!"

"Accounting again, I think you still haven't cleared up."

Gong Zijun smiled, and a little turbulent tide disappeared into his eyes. He stopped fussing about this topic, and returned to his usual indifferent and expressionless look. He looked up at the little boy riding on the wall. Take a long look.

Xiao Xiangyuan shook instinctively, tilted his hand, and smashed an egg away.

"Xiao Xiangyuan, you come down first, it's too dangerous up there! And it's raining, be careful of falling down. You go home with auntie, auntie will cook soup for you." The round-faced aunt dodged in embarrassment, but after all As he was getting older, his body was not so flexible, and he was hit by the egg crookedly on his chest.

The eggshell shattered, and the transparent egg white flowed down the skirt of the clothes stickyly, and the egg yolk was pulled by gravity, changing from round to unsightly long.

"Haha, you got hit by me! Get out of here quickly! Otherwise there will be more powerful ones waiting for you!" Xiao Xiangyuan grinned, picked up a brick on the wall and shook it, "Anyway, if you say I kill people, then I'll just kill you!"

"Auntie doesn't mean that, hey! Xiao Xiangyuan is good, come down and go back with Auntie, and play with Sister Fangfang, okay?"

"No, no! I won't go back with you! I'm going to stay at my house, you go! If you don't go, I'll let rhubarb bite you!"

As soon as the words were finished, a dog barked, and a small but imposing yellow dog suddenly got out from the crack of the door.

Gong Zijun and Fu Qitang were standing at the door, and the dog rushed towards them as soon as it came out, but halfway through it, it twisted abruptly halfway, changed direction and rushed straight towards the round-faced aunt.

"It's worthy of the coercion from a high position of the same kind." Fu Qitang sighed, "As long as you are more dog than dog, no dog will not be afraid of me, isn't it, Gong Zijun?"

Gong Zijun glanced at him, "The account book has turned over."

"..."

Under the double cooperation of the egg persimmon attack and the yellow dog harassment, the round-faced aunt had no choice but to give up, but she still looked very concerned, turned her head three times at every step, and left with a sigh.

"Rhubarb, come back."

After the round-faced aunt left, Xiao Xiangyuan called the big yellow dog back, and then looked down at Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun.The freshness and liveliness of a child faded from his face, and the half-vented disgust and anger stopped abruptly.

Like a faucet turned off.

"You guys go too, my house doesn't entertain people." As he said that, he was about to slide down from the wall.

Fu Qitang sighed.

Some children can reason with him, while others can't. Judging from the performance just now, Xiao Xiangyuan obviously belongs to the latter, but it happens that he is a person who has no patience to reason with children.

He glanced at Gong Zijun.

Gong Zijun nodded expressionlessly, then his figure flashed, and the next second he jumped onto the wall, and jumped down holding Xiao Xiangyuan by the back of his neck.

Xiao Xiangyuan: "..."

"Little brother, some people are willing to talk to you, such as the aunt just now, but some people are not willing, such as us, do you understand?" Fu Qitang bent down and reached out to stroke his hairy head.

"Let go of me, you're bullying a child! Shameless!" Xiao Xiangyuan flung himself around in Gong Zijun's hands, but his short hands and feet couldn't even reach the hem of Gong Zijun's clothes.

After struggling for a long time, he found it was useless. These two big men were not ashamed of bullying the weak, so he stopped slowly.

"No matter what my parents asked you to do, you are all late," he raised his head, fear and anger, hatred and helplessness flashed in his eyes, and maybe there was a tear, but in the end he grinned and said They all turned into a mocking smile, "They are already dead, they are buried in the cemetery behind, you can find them yourself."