Lying in the arms of the senior brother wantonly

"Hahaha... I was just joking, to brighten up the atmosphere." Shen Gunian smiled and patted Peng Jia's shoulder: "Don't be so serious."

Peng Jia: Unexpectedly, you are such Junior Brother Shen.

Luo Yi's tone was a bit hesitant: "Junior Brother Shen's words... are somewhat believable..."

Shen Gunian: "??"

No, he really just made a joke because he felt that the atmosphere was too tense just now.

Hearing Luo Yi's tone, how could he really believe it?

Peng Jia pondered for a moment and said: "It is indeed not impossible."

Shen Gunian took a sip of tea from the cup in a daze, calmly, and then listened quietly to the next expression.

Luo Yi seemed to find a place to sit down there, his voice echoed in the silent and empty place: "From the very beginning, our direction may have been wrong."

Peng Jia nodded: "That's right, if Liu Shuhong's prayer is actually to lure us into being fooled? Then why would she do that?"

Shen Gu Nian said slowly: "How do I know..." How did I know that what I said casually made you start to discuss the development of the plot in the direction of choosing a husband?

Forget it, I'll just be a quiet listener.

Luo Yi expressed his guess: "If it is true what Junior Brother Shen said, Liu Shuhong deliberately lured us here to choose a husband... Ah bah, slip of the tongue, to choose a sacrifice..."

The corner of Shen Gunian's mouth twitched.

Well, it's better than the husband's unreliable reason.

"It is indeed possible. From that moment on, the appearance of the official god cannot grow so quickly. Apart from the power of faith, I suspect it has also devoured monks." After speaking, Peng Jia's eyes became more serious.

Shen Gunian raised his hand and said, "I have a question."

Peng Jia glanced at his gesture of raising his hand, inexplicably felt a little cute, and held back a smile and said, "You ask..."

Shen Gunian unconsciously put down his hand and stroked his chin: "Wangyou Village is located within the jurisdiction of our humble sect. If something happened to the disciple, it is impossible for the sect to not notice it?"

"Also, from the lanterns on the coffin god tree, compared to the number of offerings by the villagers, isn't it a bit wrong?"

Peng Jia subconsciously asked: "What's wrong?"

Luo Yi said: "Let Junior Brother Shen finish first."

Shen Gunian dipped his index finger in water, and randomly drew a branch on the table to represent the Coffin God, then a dot to represent Liu Shuhong, and a teacup to represent the villagers.

"If the God of the Coffin and Liu Shuhong are fused, let's divide Liu Shuhong directly into the God of the Coffin." Shen Gunian raised his eyes and glanced at the expression of Master Peng Jia listening to the class, and continued: "If..."

Shen Gunian poured out the water in the teacup and lighted a few drops as red lanterns: "There are more than 130 villagers in Wangyou Village. There are 360 ​​five days a year, and at least one hundred lanterns are worshiped every day. There are almost a few thousand."

"You mean to say that it took less than a year for the Coffin God to grow up to now!!" Luo Yi's voice was surprised: "How is this possible?"

"No, there is a possibility." Peng Jia tapped the table with his fingertips, and said calmly: "Casual cultivator..."

The word "casual cultivator" also indirectly answered Shen Gunian's question why the poor family sect didn't know about it, because all the people it induced into the village were casual cultivators, and the poor family sect didn't know at all.

"Luo Yi, you have to be careful." Peng Jia slowly raised his eyelids, his brows and eyes were sharp: "It is probably going to attack you."

As soon as the words fell, Luo Yi suddenly heard the sound of a woman crying.