Shu Guan walked up to the old farmer.
"This old man, could you please tell me what the name of this village is?"
Shu Guan took out a pack of Sanliu brand cigarettes, took out one and handed it to the old farmer.
The old farmer didn't raise his head until Shu Guan walked in front of him, glanced at Shu Guan, and then glanced at the cigarette roll in Shu Guan's hand. Then he put down the dry tobacco rod in his hand and took the cigarette roll handed over by Shu Guan. He grinned at Shu Guan, revealing a set of crooked, yellow and black old teeth.
However, for such an old man, not a single tooth was lost, and they looked as sharp as canine teeth.
Shu Guan took advantage of the situation and sat down on the stone slab next to the old farmer, took out a match and helped the old farmer light the cigarette.
When lighting a cigarette, Shu Guan's palm was only about ten centimeters away from the old farmer's throat.
But Shu Guan did nothing. After helping the old farmer light his cigarette, he withdrew his hand and lit a cigarette for himself.
The old farmer took a deep breath from his cigarette and then said to Shu Guan:
"This village in Ala is called Hongshui Village."
"Hongshui Village? It's really a rare name. Dad, how come your village is called such a name?"
Shu Guan lit a cigarette for himself and continued to ask with a smile.
The old farmer turned his head, with a rather strange-looking smile on his face.
"Because the water in this..."
He pointed to the pond behind him and said to Shu Guan with a mysterious face:
"...Sometimes it turns red like blood."
The erratic and hoarse voice, coupled with his old and ugly face and weird smile, make people easily feel upset.
Shu Guan immediately showed a doubtful and slightly scared expression.
"Dad, is this true? Why did the water suddenly turn red?"
The old farmer smiled strangely, but did not answer Shu Guan's question.
"Old man, when did your village begin?"
So Shu Guan asked another question.
"About two to three hundred years."
"That was really not long ago, father-in-law, are you all originally from Shencheng?"
"No, Allah's ancestors all moved from far away places."
"Well, my father-in-law, your current Shencheng dialect is really good."
Shu Guan chatted word by word with the old farmer while his eyes wandered around.
Then he saw some villagers in the village, either washing clothes by the pond, carrying firewood home to prepare dinner, or sorting out various pickled vegetables and bacon hanging under the eaves in front of their doors.
Villages in the south of the Yangtze River rarely pickle bacon. These customs and habits should have been brought from "far away" as the old farmer said.
...It should be the border area between Chu and Hunan...
Shu Guan thought about the information about the origin of the Blood Demon Sect that he had seen in the secret cult.
At this time, he discovered something unusual in this village.
That is, although the village looked full of human fireworks, Shu Guan did not see any children in the village.
This makes the fireworks in the village seem to be missing something.
Among the villagers Shu Guan saw so far, the youngest was at least sixteen or seventeen years old.
In addition, there seemed to be very few women in the village. Shu Guan only saw an old woman in her early sixties.
Finally, Shu Guan's eyes fell on the waterwheel beside the pond.
It was an old-looking waterwheel with a very ordinary style.
But more than a hundred years ago, it looked so old, and more than a hundred years later, the age of the waterwheel does not seem to have increased at all.
Shu Guan stared at the waterwheel thoughtfully for a while.
At this time, the cigarette between his fingers burned to the end. Shu Guan put out the cigarette butt on the ground, then stood up and said to the old farmer with a smile:
"I suddenly felt thirsty and wanted to go to that house to ask for some water. I didn't know if there was anyone in that house."
Shu Guan pointed to the large house with green walls and red children.
"There's someone out there. That's the home of the head of Alahongshui Village. Just knock on the door."
The old farmer raised his head and smiled strangely at Shu Guan.
So Shu Guan carried the long cloth bag and walked towards the big house.
The old farmer looked at Shu Guan's back from behind and sniffed, as if he was sniffing something sweet and delicious.
The old farmer's eyes became a little unpredictable. He slowly opened his mouth, revealing those yellow, black, ugly and sharp old teeth, and laughed silently.
Shu Guan walked to the vermilion door.
The red color of the door was extremely bright and dazzling, as if it had been painted with blood.
But after Shu Guan took a closer look, he determined that it was just a special kind of paint.
If it was really smeared with blood, it would not be hidden from practitioners like them.
Shu Guan picked up the copper ring on the door and knocked lightly a few times.
At this time, a burst of laughter came from behind.
Looking back, it was the young students who had been sketching by the lake outside the village just now, walking into the village carrying their easels.
They saw the pond, the waterwheel, and the house with green walls and red tiles. They ran over excitedly as if they had discovered some treasure.
At this time, the vermilion door slowly opened from the inside.
Behind the gate stood a middle-aged man wearing a long gown.
The middle-aged man's appearance and temperament were quite gentle, and he was the only person Shu Guan saw in this village who didn't look like a farmer.
"May I ask this gentleman if I can help you with anything."
The middle-aged man asked Shu Guan with a smile.
His tone of voice was completely unlike a villager who grew up in a small rural village, but more like a steward from a wealthy family in Shanghai.
Shu Guan explained his purpose of coming, saying that he had walked a long way and wanted to ask for a glass of water.
The middle-aged man welcomed him through the door very politely and said with a smile that it would be no problem if he came in to have a rest and drink a cup of light tea. Their master was a benevolent man who always told them that if any passing guests needed help, they would not hesitate to ask for help. Keep people out.
Shu Guan thought that this middle-aged man was not lying, because there were several tables and chairs under the eaves at the door, with teapots and cups on them. It was obvious that they were prepared for passing guests.
The middle-aged man asked Shu Guan to sit down under the eaves, and asked someone to put some warm water on him. He then politely said that Shu Guan could take a short rest before leaving.
Shu Guan smiled and asked if he could meet their kind-hearted master so that he could thank him in person.
The middle-aged man said that the master happened not to be at home today, then nodded towards Shu Dian, then walked through the courtyard and walked into the atrium opposite.
Shu Guan sat on the chair for about five minutes, drank a cup of hot tea, and looked at the courtyard in front of him for a while.
Naturally, there were no large water tanks or corpses in the courtyard, and there was no smell of blood in the air.
Other than these, it was no different from the courtyard that the pale boy had seen in his soul.
After drinking the hot tea, Shu Guan stood up and walked out of the big house carrying a long cloth bag.
When he walked out of the door, he found that several young students had set up easels by the pond and were enthusiastically painting the beautiful scenery in front of them that seemed to them to be full of Jiangnan water town style.
The old farmer, however, was still sitting in the distance, holding a tobacco pole and looking at the young students with a naive smile.
Shu Guan couldn't help but sigh.
He was not worried about the safety of these young students.
Rabbits don't eat grass near their nests. The Blood Demon Sect will never take action against these ordinary people in their own nest, not even in nearby places.
After all, there are many tourists in Lansun Mountain, and they cannot control their desires. As a result, ordinary people often disappear in this area, which will inevitably attract the attention of others, including some cultivators such as the Seven Immortals Alliance, who will also cast their sights here. Come on, no matter how well the Blood Demon Sect disciples hide it, there is still a possibility that their secret will be discovered.
And for so many years, the Blood Demon Sect has maintained their mysterious image, and no one knows where their lair is, which shows that they have done a very good job in this regard.
The reason Shu Guan sighed was because these young students were here and hindered his ability to take action.
There are many Blood Demon Sect disciples in this village. Once they take action, they cannot guarantee the safety of these young students.
He had to wait until these young students left.
Shu Guan walked out of the village carrying a long cloth bag.
The old farmer who had been squatting by the pond smoking suddenly raised his voice and asked:
"Little baby, are you leaving?"
"Yes, after drinking tea, it's time to go back."
Shu Guan waved to him, turned around and continued walking along the bluestone road.
The old farmer put the cigarette rod in his belt and followed Shuguan leisurely with his hands behind his back.
Shu Guan did not look back, but he knew that the old farmer was following him.
Of course, Shu Guan didn't care. He believed that the old farmer wouldn't be able to detect his identity.
People may just go home.
But when Shu Guan walked out of the village and walked to the small lake outside the village, he found that the old farmer was still following behind him. At this time, Shu Guan was slightly startled.
……What's the meaning? Do you want to do this to yourself? …
Shu Guan stopped and sat down by the small lake.
The old farmer came to his side and sat down.
"Little baby, why don't you leave again?"
The old farmer asked Shu Guan with a smile.
"My father-in-law, the scenery here is quite beautiful. I want to enjoy it."
Shu Guan also smiled and replied.
"Dad, do you want another one?"
He took out the pack of 36 brand cigarettes and handed one to the old farmer.
The old farmer shook his head.
"This foreign cigarette is too light and I can't get used to it. It's better to smoke my own."
So one of them squatted and the other sat, facing the picturesque lake, each smoking in silence.
Shu Guan seemed to be seriously admiring the beautiful scenery in front of him, but he kept thinking about a question in his mind.
...Why does this elder of the Blood Demon Sect follow me...
...Do you find anything wrong with yourself? The look on his face doesn't look like...
Although Shu Guan didn't look at the old farmer again, he noticed from the corner of his eye that the old farmer seemed to be looking at him constantly, his nose twitching, and his expression was a little anxious.
To Shu Guan, the old farmer's demeanor and appearance at this time was not unfamiliar. It looked like the state of an old smoker when he became addicted to cigarettes.
But the old farmer was smoking his dry cigarette one after another at the moment!
So... what kind of addict is he?
Shuguan's heart suddenly moved, and then he laughed.
