Wen Ling jumped out with Qin Yin, and together they rushed towards...the bronze tripod.
Xiao Lan hurriedly followed the two of them, stood on tiptoes and looked into the bronze cauldron.
The fool was lying in that bronze tripod!
There was thick incense ash under him. The fool closed his eyes, put his hands flat on his chest, and lay motionless.
"Brother idiot!"
Xiaolan, like Qin Yin Wenling, subconsciously reached out to touch him, but the three people's hands directly crossed his body without touching anything.
"What's going on? What did you do to the fool?!" Qin Yin grabbed the edge of the bronze tripod and shouted angrily.
Wen Ling's eyes were full of disbelief, but he still used his hands to catch the fool over and over again.
When Xiaolan saw Wenling's appearance, she understood that this was not some phantom, but a real fool. Wenling saw it, so she couldn't believe it.
"Where are the others?..." Xiaolan turned around in panic and looked to the side, but could not find anyone else, "Where are the others?!"
"Of course they are making wishes," the man's tone was still so slow and slow, "Come to Qiaomo Temple and if you don't make wishes, what else can you do?"
Qin Yin's hair almost stood up with anger. She left the bronze tripod and strode toward the central hall.
Xiaolan and Wenling quickly followed.
Everything in the hall gradually came into view.
It was empty, except for a shabby Taishi chair placed in the middle of the hall. From a distance, you could see a person sitting on the Taishi chair. The man was wearing an old gray gown. His left hand was on the handle of the chair, and his right hand held a hand. He only had a folding fan. He waved the unfolded folding fan leisurely. He was not surprised or panicked when he saw three people running towards him.
As the distance got closer, the three of them saw the appearance of the man.
Somehow, that was an expected face.
The man's face was like his voice, elegant and elegant, handsome and gentle. The man's lips and nose were thin and straight, but his eyes were round and dark, and they seemed to be telling something.
Of course, Xiaolan couldn't think of so many complicated adjectives. When she saw that face, Xiaolan had only one thought - this was not a bad person.
The man had a smile in his eyes. When he saw the three people running towards him, he put away his folding fan, straightened his back, and nodded politely at the three people.
"I'm sorry for the delay in welcoming the distinguished guest. I'm sorry."
Xiaolan and Wenling stopped unconsciously.
This man feels so gentle and comfortable, like a gentle breeze...
But of course, not everyone will be impressed by this atmosphere.
Qin Yin rushed over, and a trace of surprise appeared on the man's face. Just as he was about to say something, Qin Yin rushed in front of him and grabbed his collar.
"Say! What did you do to the fool?!"
Wen Ling and Xiao Lan were even more surprised than that person. The two people who were originally on the same camp as Qin Yin all stepped forward, one of them grabbed one of Qin Yin's arms, and began to argue.
"Sister Xiaoyin, don't be impulsive..."
"Xiaoyin..."
"Miss Qin, Miss Qin..." The man's face turned red and he held his hands up, as if he didn't know what to do. "Do men and women want to kiss each other..."
"Sister Xiaoyin, please calm down." Xiaolan and Wenling worked together (actually, it was Xiaolan who mainly relied on Xiaolan) to control Qin Yin's hand. "Listen to what he says first. He is a god after all. We can't defeat him... …”
The man was finally able to escape and was amused by Xiaolan's words again.
"How can a mere local god down here have the ability to fight with you?"
Earth God?
The movements of the three people stopped instantly.
"Are you the God of the Earth?" Xiaolan hugged Qin Yin tightly, "The God of the Earth?"
The man smiled and nodded, "Exactly, I am the earth god of this small land called Qiaomo. You can also call me Qiaomo."
"Is there really such a god?" Xiaolan said to herself.
"Of course." The man who called himself Qiao Mei adjusted his collar that was wrinkled by Qin Yin, and winked playfully at Xiaolan twice, "Didn't Wu Ren tell you?"
"Do you know Wu Ren?" Xiaolan was even more surprised.
But it’s right to think about it. If he is really a god, wouldn’t he and Wu Ren be colleagues?
No, Wu Ren is the human god in the entire human world, and the person in front of him is only responsible for the area of Qiaomeng City. So... Wu Ren is his boss?
"Master Renshen, how could I not recognize him?" Qiao Mei asked back, "I originally thought... with your relationship, Wu Ren would tell you about me."
With our relationship?
"We have nothing to do with Wu Ren," Xiaolan retorted subconsciously, and then thought about it, not entirely, "It's just a little bit related... Why did she tell us about your matter? What is your matter?" What does it have to do with Brother Fool?"
"Idiot..." Qiao didn't think about it for a moment, and said suddenly, "Oh, it turns out that Xu Zishan is the fool you call me. I thought you were scolding me just now..."
"Xu Zishan..."
The three of them calmed down and exchanged glances with each other.
"Actually... I have known for a long time that the fool's birth name is Xu Zishan..."
"Me too……"
"I also……"
"It's nothing," Qin Yin said with a guilty conscience, "We have been through life and death for so long, what's wrong with knowing each other's real name?..."
"Although, I only found out when I saw Brother Fool's ID card when I got on the plane. It has nothing to do with life and death..."
"……Me too."
"Then you also know Xu Zishan's story?" Qiao Bui listened patiently for a long time before interjecting.
The three of them looked at him and then shook their heads in unison.
"What's the matter, idiot? Did he offend you?"
"I'm afraid you don't know," Qiao Bui waved his hand, unfolded the folding fan, and started fanning leisurely again, "This Qiao has no city, but it is Xu Zishan's hometown."
Three pairs of eyes suddenly widened.
They really knew nothing about this matter.
"This is the hometown of fool?" Qin Yin no longer needs Xiaolan to hold her, "but he never said that."
"That's not the only thing he didn't say." Qiao didn't take a step forward and walked towards the bronze tripod containing the fool. "How much do you know about Xu Zishan?"
This question stopped them.
Thinking about it this way, they actually knew nothing about the fool, and the fool never mentioned it.
"Let's see." Qiao didn't stand next to the bronze tripod and turned to look at them. "Let me change the question. Did you come to Qiao this time? What's the reason?"
Xiaolan was stunned.
"It's for the dead Qiqiao people..."
"The dead Qiqiao people?" Seeing that the bridge was gone, he seemed unaware, "I heard about this last time, what was that about?"
"...You should finish talking about Brother Fool first."
"Okay then," Qiao didn't stretch out his fingers and knocked twice on the bronze tripod, "Xu Zishan is here to pay off his debt this time."
