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"Wait a minute, Xiao Xiangyuan's parents didn't let their son believe in religion, and they didn't take him to receive blessings, but they still lived well and were not punished for it. Believers can also live here. But at the same time, He strictly requires all believers to do good deeds, otherwise they will suffer retribution..."

Fu Qitang rubbed his chin, his eyes showed some surprise, "Is there something wrong?"

"Ok?"

"Under normal circumstances, shouldn't it be tolerant to one's own believers, and should not kill pagans?" Fu Qitang said, smiling inexplicably. Is it a double standard, or is he simply out of his mind?"

"If it's the latter, then we only know one person who can be called not clear-headed." Gong Zijun chuckled, seeming to mean something, but also seemed to be just talking casually.

"You mean Grandpa Jiang?"

"Did I say so?"

"..."

Hearing what Gong Zijun said, Fu Qitang immediately became vigilant, looked at him with rounded eyes and asked, "Could you have secretly realized it again?"

"How could it be?" Gong Zijun shook his head, with the corners of his mouth raised, looking in a good mood, "Where is this, and I don't have a plot outline."

"Then you are so confident," Fu Qitang also smiled, reaching out to pat his head, "Let's just trust you, don't lie to me."

Afterwards, the two searched at home again, but apparently their luck this time was a bit worse than before. Xiao Xiangyuan's parents did not leave anything such as diaries or letters, and the search found nothing.

The two decided to go to the ancestral hall while Xiao Xiangyuan was asleep to verify their guess just now, to see if there was really no wooden plaque belonging to Xiao Xiangyuan in the ancestral hall.

This is easy to say, just looking through the wooden signs hanging on the wall one by one, but it is not easy to actually do it.

——There are too many wooden signs.

There are more than 100 people in Taoyuan Village, and they have lived here for several generations. The walls of the left and right side rooms of the ancestral hall have long been filled with wooden signs with names.

Layer upon layer, densely packed, it makes people dizzy to see.

And I don't know if it's because of the "divine suppression" of returning to the God Lord, Xueba doesn't work for the first time.

Gong Zijun took it out, let it lick around, and found the wooden sign with the word "Xiang Yuan", but it just stood there in a daze, motionless, as if it was really just a broken Muppet.

"Straight A student?"

Fu Qitang shook it with concern, but there was still no response.

"It seems that the landlord can only do it himself, and there are no long-term laborers who can work hard." Fu Qitang sighed, and teased Gong Zijun with a smile.

The two came to the wall where Guo Baoguo stood yesterday. The wooden plaques with the names of Liu Hemin and Guo Baoguo had been removed, and they were buried in their respective coffins along with the corpses.

Fu Qitang still remembered that Guo Baoguo said that because he was three months younger than Liu Hemin, the plaque was hung at the lower position, so it seems that the wooden plaque of the next generation should be lower.

Fu Qitang looked around, but didn't see any benches, and there seemed to be no futons in the main hall outside, so he simply sat down cross-legged, patted the open space around him, raised his face and warmly greeted Gong Zijun, "Come and sit!"

"Here we come." Gong Zijun said lightly.

Two tall, long-legged men just sat on the ground, reaching out to check the wooden signs on the wall one by one.

"There is still no barrage."

After looking at it for a while, Fu Qitang was a little bored. He propped his head with one hand, and swiped across the wooden signs one by one with the other. Several signs shook and collided with each other, making a crisp sound, "Didn't it mean that some signals were lost? After such a long time of repairing, it seems that the 'programmer' of the train is not very good."

"Maybe it would be good to kill a Jitian." Gong Zijun joked along with his words.

"That's what I mean, it's best to broadcast it live for us too." Fu Qitang laughed, and couldn't help laughing, with a sly smile.

"Good idea, I'll give them advice when I get out." Gong Zijun said while looking at the place where the barrage should have been displayed, with a rare joke in his eyes.

There seemed to be something shaking in the void, and it returned to calm in an instant.

Song Yu and his group walked into the ancestral hall, and at a glance they saw Fu Qitang and Gong Zijun sitting side by side on the ground, chatting and flipping the wooden sign from both sides to the middle.

"What is this for?" Zhou Li raised his eyebrows, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a vivid metaphor flashed, "Check the household registration?"

"Pfft," Fu Qitang couldn't help laughing, his eyes were bent, and he nodded, "That's right."

Then he told what happened at Xiao Xiangyuan's house, as well as his and Gong Zijun's conjectures.

"Oh, so you are looking for Xiao Xiangyuan's brand, how did you find it?" Su Wei said.

"I've seen it all above, no," Fu Qitang drew a line in the air, "I haven't seen it from here on, but I don't think there will be."

"To be on the safe side, let's take a look." Lin Fang said, walked to Fu Qitang and sat down, "I'll check this side."

"Then I'll go over there." Nie Xiaolan said.

With many people and great strength, Fu Qitang was finally able to break free from the tedious work and take a breather.

"How are you doing over there?" He blinked his sore eyes and asked Song Yu.

Song Yu shook his head, "There isn't much to gain, but what is certain is that Grandpa Jiang is indeed dying."

Grandpa Jiang lived alone in a small house at the end of the village. When Song Yu and his party went there, they saw seven or eight people queuing up at the door. They didn't talk to each other. Everyone looked solemn, with piety in their brows.

"At first I thought these people were here to visit patients, but after asking, I realized that they were here to confess." Song Yu said.

"repent?"

Fu Qitang raised his eyebrows, he remembered what Guo Baoguo's son said in the morning.

If someone in the village made a mistake, if the mistake was not serious, as long as he sincerely repented to Grandpa Jiang, he would be forgiven by the god without being punished.

In the whole village, Grandpa Jiang obviously played the image of a priest. He is the agent of God and the listener of evil.

"The content of their confession is varied. Some people scolded the child for some trivial things, and the child cried, and he felt very self-blame; some people ran too fast when they were walking the dog, and the dog leash strangled the dog. Some people just accidentally broke a bowl, or saw their favorite dishes on the table when they were eating, so they couldn't hold back and moved their chopsticks before their parents. And so on."

Song Yu said lightly, but the expression on his face was a little subtle.

"Everyone goes in alone and stays inside for a while before coming out. This process can take as short as five or six minutes, or as long as half an hour or more. It's not easy for us to jump in line, so we waited for a long time before going in."

This is to explain to Gong Zijun why they have been delayed for so long.

Gong Zijun nodded slightly, but said nothing.

Song Yu continued: "Grandpa Jiang was lying on the bed when we went in. He was unconscious and didn't respond to questions. He looked like he was going to die at any moment. So we didn't find any useful clues from him. , I still don’t know what will happen if the name of an outsider is hung in the ancestral hall. But there is one thing worth noting—”

"He's still responding to confessions."

Song Yu paused for a moment, with some doubts on his face.

"I followed the example of others and knelt by the bed, took his hand and tried to 'repent', saying that I felt very guilty and guilty because I failed to save Liu Hemin. At first he didn't respond, until I was ready As he was leaving, he said 'huh' and patted my hand. I think he meant to say he forgave me."

"But isn't he already unconscious?" Fu Qitang also wondered.

Zhou Li smiled, and interjected: "I think it might be an 'occupational disease'. After so many years, he has become accustomed to these things."

Song Yu didn't agree with Zhou Li's point of view, but he didn't deny it. He just said cautiously, "It's a bit strange anyway."

Fu Qitang thought about it carefully again, and vaguely felt that something was wrong. After a while, he thought about it and said, "But according to Guo Baoguo's son in the morning, Grandpa Jiang shouldn't be so seriously ill."

"Indeed. I asked the villager who took care of him for the past two days. According to him, Grandpa Jiang's condition suddenly deteriorated since yesterday."

yesterday?

Fu Qitang's gaze sank.

The player arrived, Liu Hemin was killed, the strange shadow on the tent, and Grandpa Jiang's condition worsened, too many things happened yesterday.

After flipping through the rest of the wooden signs and confirming that there was no Xiao Xiangyuan's name inside, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Although it's only been a day since they entered the dungeon, they have experienced a lot of things, no matter what they heard or saw, everything has a strange atmosphere.

With so many things piled up, the players get quite messy clues, which inevitably makes people feel restless.And now that there is finally one thing that can be determined, I have to say that everyone has been somewhat encouraged.

"By the way, I met Liu Wenxuan on the way here. He said that we don't need to live in tents tonight, and arranged a house for us in the village." Lin Fang suddenly remembered this and said to Fu Qitang.

"Where do you live?"

"It should be at the villager's house." Lin Fang was not sure, "He also asked us to go to his house for dinner at night, and it's almost time for dinner now, so let's go?"

No one objected, people are iron and rice is steel, customs clearance must be passed, and rice must be eaten.

Everyone left the ancestral hall and walked towards Liu Wenxuan's house.

Halfway through, Fu Qitang saw a few children arguing in front of him from a distance, and the one in the middle wearing a crocodile T-shirt was Xiao Xiangyuan.

Several half-grown children surrounded Xiao Xiangyuan, and everyone took turns saying something to him. Xiao Xiangyuan tried to escape several times, but was overtaken by those children.

Xiao Xiangyuan was so angry that he swears a bad word, and the children showed shock, and then they tried to persuade him with kind words.

"Go away, don't bother me! Otherwise, I won't be polite!" Xiao Xiangyuan said angrily, grabbing a stone on the side of the road and throwing it at the nearest child.

Unexpectedly, the child would not dodge or dodge, and the stone flew past her cheek, leaving a bloodstain.

"You, you are sick! Why don't you hide!"

As if he didn't expect to hit someone, Xiao Xiangyuan was stunned, looking at the wound on the girl's face, he said angrily.

The girl smiled, and ignored her wound, but squatted down so that she and Xiao Xiangyuan were at eye level, rubbed his head with her hand, and said softly, "Are you calmed down now, can you?" Come home with me for dinner? My grandma made pork ribs, which are delicious. If you don’t go back, they will be cold, and they won’t taste good. Let’s go!”

"You're sick, really sick!" Xiao Xiangyuan was speechless, biting his lip and stepping back.

The girl was puzzled and said, "Are you still unwilling to go back with me? Are you still angry? Then hit me again, whatever you want, don't make yourself angry."

The other two children also said, "Xiang Yuan, why don't you hit me, Fangfang is a girl, it's not good to hit a girl."

"Stop arguing, just hit me, I'm strong," a stocky little boy said, picking up a stone and stuffing it into Xiao Xiangyuan's hand, "You just use this stone, the surface is smooth, I won’t hit you. If you hit me, I will never fight back.”

"..."

Here it is again, this frighteningly suffocating kindness.

Everyone is wrong, and everyone is a fool!How could anyone be willing to let others beat him!

Unless they're all crazy!

At this moment, looking at the caring and considerate eyes of the three friends in front of him, Xiao Xiangyuan felt extremely frightened, as if a ball of cotton soaked in ice water was stuck in his throat, his face was flushed red, his breath was short of breath, and the next Seconds can not help but cry out.

Can't cry!

Gritting his teeth, he stepped back step by step, and his back suddenly hit a long leg.

"Didn't I tell you to wait at home, why did you run out?" A gentle voice sounded.

Immediately he was picked up.

Fu Qitang patted his trembling body lightly, unconsciously comforted him, and teased him, "You still bully the little girl, have you been caught by me?"

"I didn't bully her, they bullied me!" Xiao Xiangyuan breathed a sigh of relief, his face wrinkled, and he buried his head in Fu Qitang's arms holding back tears, "Aren't you already gone? Why are you coming back!"