Wang Yu, Lu Ziyi and Nangong Lingxi looked at each other after listening to the white-bearded old village chief's words, and they all saw doubtful looks in each other's eyes.
The old man with a white beard said that when his son picked up those fragments, the fog did not appear and the monster did not appear.
In other words, the fact that his son picked up the fragments had already happened before anything unusual happened in the village.
So, here comes the problem.
Why can the fragments that appeared before the abnormality in the village have a clear restraint effect on the abnormality that occurs in the village, whether it is the diffuse fog or the monster controlled by the fog?
Do these fragments have anything to do with the abnormalities that occurred in the village?
Moreover, since the fragments were picked up before anything unusual happened in the village, it means that the village was peaceful and calm at that time.
In this case, aren't the fragments that have not been shown to be able to resist the fog and monsters just fragments?
So why did the village chief's son bring them back?
If, according to a normal person's thinking logic, the first reaction when seeing those fragments is to regard them as garbage and throw them further, or in other words, to turn a blind eye.
Who would have nothing to do and take a pile of garbage home?
Wang Yu thought for a while, but still couldn't come up with a clue, so he simply looked at the son of the village chief with a white beard and asked: "Since when you picked up those fragments, it was before the fog and monsters appeared. "
"Then, to you at that time, they were just a bunch of ordinary debris. Why did you bring such a bunch of ordinary debris back to the village? And how did you know that they could deal with those monsters? What about?"
The village chief's son was stunned for a moment when faced with Wang Yu's questioning, and then turned to look at his father.
The old man with white beard and village chief sighed again and said: "My son, he has not been very courageous since he was a child. Just after being scared by you, he probably only has half of his soul left, and his brain is not working well."
"In his current state, if you ask him anything, he probably won't be able to think of it for a while, let alone how to answer you."
"Otherwise, let me do it. My son did all these things under my nose, and I even asked him to do it."
"For him, I am just a bystander supervising him, and I, as a bystander, may know some things that he himself has not discovered."
Wang Yu looked at the white-bearded village chief's son and looked at his silly expression. He didn't know if he was pretending to be stupid or if he was really scared.
He touched his chin, then looked at the old man with white beard and village chief. After thinking for a while, he finally nodded and said, "Okay, I really don't expect your son to be able to say anything in this state. Then you can do it." Tell me."
"However, I have to remind you that if you dare to lie to us again, you'd better pray that the lie you make up this time will be more decent and harder to expose."
"Otherwise, once I know that you are lying, I will not let anyone in your family go!"
"Do you understand what I said?"
"Understood! Understood!" The white-bearded old village chief nodded, and even swore: "Don't worry, what I say this time is absolutely the truth. Otherwise, I will be struck by lightning and die without a burial." land!"
Hearing the white-bearded old village chief swear such a harsh oath, Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, nodded, and said, "Okay, then you can say it."
The old village chief Bai Xue also nodded, and then he took a deep breath, as if he had made some decision, and then he said: "This matter must have started more than 20 years ago. As for the specific number of years ago, I I can’t remember clearly either.”
"At that time, our village was completely different from what it is now. There was no fog or monsters. Everyone could sleep peacefully at night without worrying that their heads would suddenly disappear."
"The road in the village is not inaccessible. On the contrary, precisely because the road in our village connects two counties, it is the only easy road in this deep mountain and old forest."
"At that time, from morning to night, I don't know how many people would pass by our road. Porters, small businessmen, and even the official sedans of the officials would pass by our village. It was very lively at that time!"
"Stop, stop, stop!" Wang Yu interrupted him and complained angrily: "Don't be there, remember how good your village was before, okay? Let's get to the point!"
The village chief Baixu Laozi, who was originally lost in memories, was interrupted by Wang Yu's words, with a regretful expression on his face.
He shook his head and continued: "Okay, okay, since you don't want to listen, then I'll talk about it later."
"My son and I tell you that those fragments were found in the woods. This is the truth. We really did not lie to you."
"It's just... those fragments were not picked up, but..." The white-bearded old village leader hesitated for a moment, and then continued: "They were not fragments before, but a mirror! My son missed it. It was broken, so it turned into pieces!”
Mirror?
Wang Yu thought about it. On the first day he came to this copy world, he held the fragment in his hand. After observing it carefully, he found that it was orange and had some reflections in the sunlight. It really looked like Ancient bronze mirror.
It's just that this thing like a bronze mirror... a bronze mirror, a bronze mirror, it's a mirror made of bronze. If this thing is broken in half, is it possible? Can it be broken so much?
Village chief, that son doesn't seem to have much strength. He accidentally broke it. How could he break a bronze mirror like that?
Wang Yu frowned, always feeling that something was wrong, but this time, he did not interrupt the white-bearded old village chief, but allowed him to continue.
The white-bearded old village chief was always paying attention to the expression on Wang Yu's face. When he saw his frown, he didn't know where his words were wrong.
But he found that the other party just frowned, but did not interrupt his words, let alone question him. He couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and continued: "The owner of that mirror is the temple blessing of the King of Hell Temple."
"The Temple of the King of Hell?" Wang Yu raised his eyebrows, interrupted the old man with white beard and village chief again, and said, "What Temple of the King of Hell? Please tell me in detail about this Temple of the King of Hell and that temple!"
From the fact that those fragments were able to restrain those monsters and even the mist, Wang Yu felt that the origin of those fragments was not simple, and might even be inextricably linked to the anomalies that occurred in these villages.
Now, when he heard the white-bearded old man say that the mirror that turned into those fragments came from the Yama Temple and belonged to the temple blessing of the Yama Temple, he felt even more that that mirror was not simple!
Maybe, I can find the root cause of the abnormality in the village through that Temple of the King of Hell and that temple blessing!
In this way, isn't the hope of completing the main mission just around the corner?
The old man with white beard and village head was stunned for a moment when he heard Wang Yu's request, but he also knew that he had no ability to refuse at all.
Therefore, he could only follow Wang Yu's request, change his thinking, organize his wording, and said: "The Temple of the King of Hell is built deep in the woods."
"As long as I can remember, the Temple of the King of Hell has been there. Because it is the Temple of the King of Hell, and it is dedicated to King Qin Guang of the Ten Halls of Yama."
"So, unlike those Buddhist temples, Bodhisattva temples, and Wealth Temples, where people often go to pray for wealth, children, and fame. In my impression, the Yama Temple has always been deserted, and few people visit it."
"Even... you understand, right? Who is not afraid of death? Everyone is still very shy about the King of Hell. So... that Temple of the King of Hell... how should I put it? It is... many people will think... it is very unlucky!"
The white-bearded old village chief said this, hesitating and looking at the expressions of Wang Yu and the others from time to time. Seeing that there was no big reaction on their expressions, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued:
"Because there are not many people going to worship, and the incense is not very strong, so there are not many people in the temple, just an old temple."
"That old Miao Zhu would come to the village to buy something every once in a while. But, he basically just left after buying something and didn't interact too much with other people."
"Sometimes, the second-rate people in the village will talk to him and use some insulting language to provoke him, but he usually doesn't pay attention."
"Anyway, it just seems mysterious."
