Zheng Huishan naturally did not understand Song Yu's words. He hesitated for a long time and asked stumblingly: "Sir, sir...who is science? His incense offerings..."
"It's not that much of a mess." Song Yu paused, suddenly feeling suffocated by being asked a hundred thousand reasons: "You go back first and have a good rest. I believe you don't want your grandson to find that he has lost the last thing after he recovers. My relatives want him to see a healthy grandpa, right?"
In the past, Zheng Huishan would not have trusted Song Yu. But now Qinghe Town is in an uproar because of the strange ghosts and evil gods. The Ping An Department, where the Song Dynasty is located, and which was once considered a useless yamen, has really protected the peace of the people.
Zheng Huishan thought like this and glanced at his grandson on the bed. The talisman bound him tightly, and the rise and fall of his chest was barely visible. But who is Song Yu? He is in charge of the Security Department, and what he says is what the official says. He also gave a large sum of money to each citizen of Qinghe Town. How generous was that? How could someone with such a family still want to lie to an old man?
Zheng Huishan gritted his teeth and kowtowed three times: "Your Excellency is so kind to our old Zheng family..."
"Go back, go back." Song Yu sighed: "Believe me, I promise to send your grandson back well."
This time Zheng Huishan stopped talking. Although his figure was still stooped, his steps were not so staggering. He sat down in front of his grandson's bed again. He felt uneasy when he was not here to watch over him.
Song Yu shook his head, turned around and walked out of the room. As soon as he opened the door, he met the eyes of Du Anchen and Xie Nanshi. They obviously heard what they just said, but due to the presence of the old man, they did not speak for a while. Song Yu couldn't help but swallowed at the paper bag slipping in Du Anchen's hand.
What a delicious roast chicken!
Song Yu turned around and closed the door behind him, couldn't wait to say "thank you", and reached out to get it. In my impression, roasted chicken is not a little potion for improving status. For Song Yu at this moment, it is a very virtuous delicacy that will not let him get pop-ups. It's a pity that Du Anchen has no intention of being virtuous. She put the roast chicken behind her, and her tone was full of suspicion and distrust: "You just promised to save that child?"
"I had to try my best to save him, and I didn't say any lies." Song Yu's eyes were already glued to the roast chicken.
Du Anchen seemed a little angry and refused to let Song Yu succeed: "You'd better really have a way. His grandson has become the skin arranged by the evil god. It's already very pitiful. If he finds out that you are deceiving him, it will be very difficult for him." It’s too cruel for an old man.”
Song Yu could not get even half a step closer to the roasted chicken, and his eyes couldn't help but feel resentful.
Cruel? But wasn't it the old man himself who really caused such a tragedy? It's not like Song Yu pinned people down and kowtowed in front of the statues of double-faced ghosts and gods: "In short, I want to destroy the reputation and belief of evil gods in Qinghe Town first. The most convenient way is to let them change the object of their faith. I, or the Department of Safety It is very suitable to take on this role of rescuing people. As for what to do after the evil god is eliminated, you still have to make decisions on a case-by-case basis, and I can't tell you the full plan now."
"Is it impossible to tell, or not at all?" Du Anchen sharply exposed Song Yu's lies, sneered, turned around and left with the roast chicken.
The roasted chicken flew... flew away, and Song Yu was filled with sadness. He thought he had spent money to buy Du Anchen's cooperation, but now he felt that Du Anchen always seemed to have an inexplicable hostility towards him - it was really strange, there was nothing special about the first week. This thought made Song Yu even hungrier, and his stomach made a protest sound.
Xie Nanshi always knew more than Du Anchen. Therefore, although he could not quite accept Song Yu's attitude towards other people, he was still more understanding than Du Anchen. He thought for a while, opened his share of food and handed Song Yu a bun: "Are you sure?"
Song Yu took the buns with gratitude and piety. As expected, the little Taoist priest was the most reliable. Moved, Song Yu wanted to rush over and hug this good "brother" to express his excitement, but the good "brother" obviously didn't appreciate it. The Taoist robe waved his feet and retreated a few meters away from Song Yu. Far away.
Song Yu sniffed and returned to his serious state to reply to Xie Nanshi's question: "I can't say I'm completely sure."
However, Qiaoyi's weird situation can be saved by him using a set of red pills. For a child with congenital deficiencies, if he looks through the pills on his body and has the ability to ensure that the child can eat well and drink well, it shouldn't be a problem. Bar?
Song Yu finished speaking with tears in his eyes and was about to start his first bite of the meal today, when a yellow-green shadow suddenly hit Song Yu's face. It was the parrot named Yuan Fang.
Even though Yuanfang is not big, its impact is strong. At that moment, Song Yu almost felt that he was going to be disfigured.
"Bad guy, want to starve the bird to death! Bad guy, want to starve the bird to death!" Yuan Fang reluctantly flapped Song Yu's face with her wings to retaliate for the worries of running out of water and food. The next moment he saw the big bun in Song Yu's hand, he dived in and took out a large piece of skin: "Mine! Mine!"
After it finished speaking, before Song Yu could react, it flew out with the meat bun in its mouth.
This parrot is usually taken care of by Qiaoyi. After Qiaoyi fell into a coma, everyone was busy exterminating the evil god, so naturally they forgot about it. Song Yu originally felt a little guilty and wasn't prepared to care about the slap in the face, but he didn't expect that his food would suffer as soon as he turned around.
"That's my bun!"
He only had so much food in his stomach, and there were still birds coming to snatch it from him! Isn’t it too unreasonable? ! Song Yu was furious for a moment and rushed directly towards Yuan Fang who had not yet flown far, fighting each other against each other. For a moment, dust and bird feathers flew together, but the bun had already rolled into the corner.
…
Song Yu's method was still effective. After three days, even through the spell, you could feel that the evil god was weakening visibly with the naked eye. It was obvious that the faith gained was decreasing.
This evil god has been dormant in Qinghe Town for many years, waiting to use the power of faith to reshape his body, and then devour the entire population of Qinghe Town to strengthen himself with flesh and blood.
Originally, the power of faith collected by the evil god was almost enough, otherwise he would not have started to devour believers. However, due to Song Yu and Nanchen's troubles, an unknown amount of power of faith was consumed, and the new supply was obviously not enough. As for this evil god, he couldn't even break the talisman attached to the child, so he could only be incompetent and furious.
But it weakened, but didn't disappear completely. Even in the past seven days, there has still been no decrease. However, Zheng Huishan's calls day and night have paid off. Last night, Xiaoxi really broke away from the evil god's control and regained consciousness for a moment. Although it was soon occupied by the evil god again, at least there was still hope.
But I just hope that if the source of belief cannot be completely cut off, Xiaoxi's soul will be completely devoured by the evil god sooner or later.
Song Yu took the 10,000 wish lists compiled by his subordinates and fell into melancholy. He still underestimates this group
PC, everyone has various wishes.
To be more honest, I hope that there will be a good harvest, a good job, or that the children in the family can read and write. With the help of the squire, he also funded and vigorously built schools and other facilities. It can be said that he has been busy during this period. His feet never touched the ground.
What is difficult is those desires that transcend reality, such as hoping to be happy with Lin'er - he is not a gift to Guanyin; hoping that his deceased family members can be reborn - this is even more nonsense, he does not have the ability to compete with the king of hell... ... No, if we can contact outside programmers, maybe we can do it.
Of course, if he can really contact an outside programmer, the first thing he will do is to leave the game! Song Yu held up his wish and couldn't laugh or cry for a moment. He still thought of things like faith too simply. A rich family and a smooth life could not really fill the gap of desire.
Jie Nanshi has always seen Song Yu's busyness and difficulties during this period. He never thought that the evil god could solve it so easily. Otherwise, he should have eliminated the other party on the first night, so he accepted the result very well and even considered the possibility of asking his master to come down the mountain.
"No! I don't believe it!" Song Yu suddenly slammed the table. As a modern man with a history of five thousand years, he firmly believes that no belief can be changed. If the scientific path does not work, then follow the unscientific path. He still doesn't believe that an evil god can be more powerful than him!
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At three o'clock in the morning, Song Yu took the list he had finally compiled and dragged Xie Nanshi and Du Anchen out of the Security Department in a hurry. He took the lead and looked like a cult leader who came out to patrol the streets with his "protectors".
The moment he stepped out of the Security Department, a parrot fell from the sky and hit Song Yu directly on top of his head, causing his head to tilt and almost break his neck. Song Yu lost his momentum and reluctantly took down the parrot and put it on his shoulder.
"Let's go." After adjusting, Parrot Song Yu returned to a high-spirited state. He had selected this list many times, and now there were only dozens of people left. He could finish the work in two or three days with hard work.
"You said you found a way, which is to go door to door..." Du Anchen's voice paused, and she always felt that there should be two more words after it.
Song Yu added nonchalantly: "Door-to-door pyramid schemes."
"MLM!" Yuan Fang flapped her wings and repeated Song Yu's words. It had been uneasy about sitting on Song Yu's shoulders. It felt that it was not flat enough and not as comfortable as the top of its head. At this moment, Kung Fu fluttered back to the top of Song Yu's head. Now that Qiaoyi was missing to help Song Yu tie his crown, Song Yu simply tied his hair back these days, and the free space on his head was naturally occupied by Yuan Fang.
But with this flutter, Song Yu's hair suffered a disaster and turned into a chicken nest in minutes.
"Yuan! Fang!" Song Yu couldn't comb his hair, but that didn't mean he could accept going out with a chicken coop on his back! He caught the parrot in his hand, nodded his beak and said, "Sooner or later I'll stew you!"
"Help! Someone wants to eat the bird! Help! Eat the bird!"
"Stop shouting, no one will save you even if you shout till your throat is broken!"
Looking at the noisy people next to him, Xie Nanshi silently stepped back and then retreated, trying to pretend to be strangers who happened to be traveling on the same road but did not know each other. Successfully received the resentful looks from one man and one bird after the truce.
"We're here." Xie Nanshi avoided looking and pointed to the door on the right.
Song Yu looked over and saw the familiar door.
The first family they chose was the Zhang family, which had just lost someone in their family.
