In the early morning of late autumn, the dense fog still shrouded Dongshan Village, but hard-working villagers had already appeared on the village road with hoes on their backs.

Walking in the front is Liu Gou'er, who has always been very concerned about the family's fields. Now it is just the time for sowing spring radishes, and he has to hurry up and dig out the fields in these two days.

"This year's rice harvest is not very good, so I have to make up for it in other ways. My mother can't be hungry when she gets old." Liu Gou'er quickened his pace while thinking about how long the food at home would last.

Due to the thick fog, the road was unclear, and Liu Gou'er didn't realize that there was a person lying face down in the middle of the road until he was a few meters away from Chen Yao's body.

Who is this? Could it be that some shabby household got too drunk and didn't come home last night?Liu Gou'er didn't think too much, put the hoe aside, stepped forward and turned Chen Yao's body over.

Only then did Liu Gou'er discover that it was Chen Yao. Although he didn't deal with each other very well, his old mother was kind-hearted and would go to Chen Yao's house to take care of him during New Years and holidays.

The face of Chen Yao in front of him was pale, without a trace of blood, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

"Brother Yao, brother Yao, what's the matter with you?" Liu Gou'er pushed a few times, and found that Chen Yao didn't respond, and suddenly a terrible thought emerged.

He stretched out his hand tremblingly, touched it under Chen Yao's nose, and sat down on the ground.

"Dead, dead!" Liu Gou'er yelled in fright, slowed down, got up immediately, and ran towards the house.

At this time, the real Chen Yao was sighing among the small wooden sculptures beside the road, he was afraid that no one would collect his body.

There were more and more villagers watching, and even the village chief came, but the dense fog cleared and the sun was high, and no one was willing to take the initiative to collect Chen Yao's body.

If it was a normal death, the brave people in the village might still be willing, but Chen Yao obviously didn't.

"Ahem, just be quiet. In this way, whoever is willing to collect and bury Boy Chen's body will be rewarded with a cow in the village." Zheng Chang has been the village chief for more than 20 years and has a high prestige in Dongshan Village.

"Village chief, Chen Yao is also a member of our village. No one is careless, but if you look at his death, it is obviously abnormal!"

"It was definitely not done by humans..." With the words of the village chief, everyone no longer blamed who should be blamed, but poured bitter water on Zheng Chang.

Although Chen Yao was not eaten by ghosts, the black handprints on his neck and the fact that most of his flesh and blood were missing made Zheng Chang feel helpless.

Living in this ghost-infested countryside, the elders in the family have more or less taught them, and they must avoid such things.

It's fine if you don't have any relatives at home, and you don't even have acquaintances in the village. What's going on with your Chen family.

But it doesn’t matter if you don’t collect it, you can’t let a corpse just at the entrance of the village. Zheng Chang has been the village head for so many years, and he has encountered many difficult things, but this time it is really difficult.

He looked around at the crowd, and all the youths of the village protection team he saw shrunk their necks and took two steps back.

"Is there really no one who wants to? If there is no one else, I will order people." It was getting late, and Zheng Chang didn't want to waste any more time, and was going to use the authority of the village chief to forcefully call out people.

"Village Chief, I'll come." During the questioning, a somewhat reluctant voice sounded, it was Liu Gou'er.

Liu Gou'er left the crowd with a sad face, and behind him stood his old mother with white hair.

"Liu Gou'er, are you sure? If you promise, you will do it well!" Zheng Chang was a little surprised. Liu Gou'er is usually honest and honest, but he didn't expect to have such courage.

"Village chief, my son did this. Boy Chen is so young, there must be someone to collect his body." Seeing that his son was still muttering, Mother Liu stepped forward and replied to Zheng Chang affirmatively.

After the crowd dispersed, Liu Gou'er wrapped Chen Yao in a straw mat and carried it on his shoulders, listening to his old mother's nagging while walking.

"Hey, Boy Chen's father wrote some Spring Festival couplets for my family back then. He was a scholar..."

"Mother, you asked your son to collect Chen Yao's body just because of the kindness of a few Spring Festival couplets? This..."

Although Chen Yao can't show up at will during the day, it is still possible to attach a ray of divine power to Liu Gou'er, so that the outside world can also be known.

After hearing the conversation between the two of them, he was silent for a moment. This is the most simple kindness in human hearts.

In a wilderness not far from the village, Mother Chen and Father Chen were buried here. Liu Gou'er used his hoe, which was supposed to plow the land, to build a small grave next to the two big graves.

There were no inscriptions, no incense sticks, and only Liu's mother and son saw him off silently, and Chen Yao was also witnessing.

"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, let's go." Chen Yao couldn't help but feel a little emotional when he saw his body buried in the soil after staying there for more than half a year.

He knew that from then on, the cause and effect of the human body had ended, and the road to the divine way would be long.

Sunrise and sunset, another day passed, Chen Yao didn't wait for someone with predestined relationship to pick up the woodcarving of a villain, although it was not far from the village road, but no one saw it.

But he couldn't wait any longer, the group of ghosts in the mountains appeared outside the village on time, sapping the protection power of the ancestral spirits of Dongshan Village.

Can only use the technique of dreaming, Chen Yao's mind moved, and an illusory figure appeared in a wooden house.

The room is very ordinary, nothing special, the most valuable thing is probably the rice vat in the corner.

Liu Gou'er on the bed was sleeping soundly, snoring like thunder, and he didn't notice a faint ray of light emanating from the center of his brow.

This is exactly the mark of divine power that Chen Yao planted on Liu Gou'er. There is no way, only this medium can bypass the defensive barrier of the ancestral spirit.

The ancestor spirit of Dongshan Village didn't notice Chen Yao's malice, so he wouldn't take the initiative to attack him, and Liu Gou'er himself brought him in.

There is no link of faith, forcibly descending with the help of the divine power mark, which consumes too much divine power, so I hurriedly conjured up a dream, without too much hesitation, Chen Yao's illusory figure went directly into Liu Gou'er's dream.

In the dream, Liu Gou'er was happily moving the harvested grain to his home, when suddenly a figure radiating golden light descended from the sky, making him startled for a while.

"Who are you? Are you an immortal?" Maybe in a dream, Liu Gou'er was a little more courageous, and when he saw Chen Yao coming, he took the initiative to ask.

"I am the land god of Dongshan Village, and protect this land. This time I specially commend you for your good deeds." Chen Yao's tone was very low and majestic, and strands of golden light shone on Liu Gou'er as he spoke. Make him very comfortable.

Hearing that it was a good thing, Liu Gou'er was no longer afraid, and quickly asked: "God of the land, the little people have done a lot of good deeds, I don't know why to reward them, and what else can I reward."

Chen Yao didn't care about Liu Gou'er's blatant self-praise, and said in a gentle and authentic tone: "Chen Yao has no father and no mother. It is a great act of kindness for your mother and son to restrain him and bury him. I decided to reward you with money..."

After explaining everything, Chen Yao withdrew the divine power projection that descended, and looked at the two drops of white divine power that evaporated out of thin air in the divine power pool, feeling distressed.

Now let's see if Liu Gou'er will do what he asks next. He who has no source of divine power is like a rootless duckweed.

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