Chapter 78 Collision with the Gods (please order first!!! Third update!)

As the group of people entered the dug cave, the sky gradually became dark.

The whole village fell into silence.

In the village, the sound of barking dogs could be heard from time to time, and people gathered together to talk about the group of strangers they encountered today and guess their identities.

There were also children playing in the village, laughing and joking.

A peaceful scene.

Chu Zheng was lying on the ground, covered with a somewhat worn quilt.

Next to him, Li Mingzhu was lying, but Li Mingzhu was not covered with a quilt. According to the other party, the other party had reached the sixth level of vitality realm and would not be cold by the cold weather.

The place where the two of them were lying at this time was where the old man lived.

They made a bunk on the ground.

Originally, Li Mingzhu wanted to live in the room where the statue was, but the old man refused.

Because the other party said that no one can live here, as it would conflict with the gods.

"Colliding with the gods..." Chu Zheng recalled the old man's expression before. The other party rejected the two of them very resolutely, leaving no room for negotiation.

"Is it because of this obsession that he couldn't enter through the main entrance after turning into a zombie?" An idea suddenly appeared in his heart.

The more Chu Zheng thought about it, the more he felt it was possible.

In Li Hongchen's copy, he once guessed her rules based on the words Li Hongchen left behind.

In this case, the zombie transformed by this old man cannot enter through the main entrance, probably because of his obsession.

"Then why did the zombies not harm the villagers in the previous dungeon?" Chu Zheng looked at the temple with some doubts in his heart.

"Brother Zheng, are you asleep?" At this time, Li Mingzhu asked Chu Zhengdao at the side.

Chu Zheng shook his head and said, "No."

How can he sleep now?

Then, he looked outside the door and listened to the rustling sounds outside.

That was the old man who was stacking some firewood in front of the temple.

Originally, he and Li Mingzhu were ready to help, but the old man refused to let them help. It seemed that he was doing something very important.

Li Mingzhu pursed her lips and said in a low voice: "Brother Zheng, I actually thought about it, how about we kill the old man and then burn his body, so maybe we can kill him before he turns into a zombie.

In the bud.”

After listening to his words, Chu Zheng was silent for a moment and said, "Brother Li, why don't you do it?"

Hearing this, Li Mingzhu smiled bitterly, "When my master taught me how to steal, he told me that thieves also have their own ways. There are some things you can do and some things you can't do. I can't do this kind of thing."

After finishing speaking, Li Mingzhu looked at Chu Zheng and said, "Brother Zheng, what about you?"

Chu Zheng shook his head slightly and said: "I don't understand so many reasons, but I know very well that this old man treats me very well, and I can't kill him."

After speaking, he pursed his lips.

This is of course one of his reasons. The fundamental reason is that he has the confidence to survive this copy.

As Chu Zheng finished speaking, the venue fell into silence.

A coughing sound came from outside. The coughing sound was extremely forceful, as if he was trying to cough something out.

"This old man can't last much longer." Li Mingzhu said with a pale face.

Chu Zheng pursed his lips and did not reply.

At this moment, a burst of footsteps came from outside.

When Chu Zheng heard the sound, he looked up, his heart trembled, and a chill rushed straight to his forehead.

At this time, the old man who came back from outside had put on a shroud at some point, with a kind smile on his face.

The moment he saw the old man, Chu Zheng almost thought that a zombie had entered the room.

"Old man, why are you wearing a shroud?" Li Mingzhu also noticed the old man and couldn't help but stand up and asked.

"Cough cough cough..." The old man wanted to speak, but something seemed to disturb him and he immediately started coughing.

When Chu Zheng and Li Mingzhu saw this, they both stood up, walked closer, supported the old man, and expressed their kindness to the old man.

Their faces were very nervous, for fear that something would happen to the old man.

"You are all good children." The old man held Chu Zheng's hand and sighed: "When the old man gets old, he feels that his death is approaching every day, so he is terrified."

Speaking of this, he looked at the shroud on his body and said with a smile: "It wasn't until I put on the shroud that I thought death would be nothing more than this."

When Li Mingzhu and Chu Zheng heard this, they looked at each other and felt that what the old man said was very profound.

"Haha, you don't have to be afraid." The old man patted Chu Zheng's hand and said gently: "The village god will bless us."

Hearing the old man's words, Chu Zheng's pupils shrank.

He suddenly understood why Dazhuang Village had not been attacked before.

Perhaps it is this sentence that the village god will bless us.

Because this is the old man's obsession with the village god.

As for why the old man had this obsession, Chu Zheng could also guess.

The young man lost his wife and the middle-aged man lost his son. If Miao Zhu had not helped him, he would have died long ago.

Therefore, the old man should have a strong belief in the village god and feel that the village god will bless people.

After death, this also turned into obsession.

As long as people believe in the village god, he will not disturb them.

As for those who do not believe in village gods, that is in danger.

This is why Song Chao was still chased by zombies after entering the room.

After all, the house is not this temple.

"The village god will protect us." Chu Zheng said with a very serious expression.

Li Mingzhu on the side looked at Chu Zheng with some surprise, wondering how this little brother started to believe in God.

And he is also the village god of this small village.

But being as slippery as he was, he immediately noticed something and said quickly: "The village god will bless us."

After hearing what Chu Zheng and Li Mingzhu said, the smile on the old man's face became a little more kind, and he said "good boy" repeatedly.

"I wonder, old man, how do you believe in the village god?" At this time, Chu Zheng suddenly asked.

Hearing his question, the old man was startled, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Sincerity leads to wisdom. If you are really uneasy, just go and burn a stick of incense."

After Chu Zheng heard this, he fell into deep thought.

"Old man, I see that you are not in good health. I have a pill here that can suppress injuries." At this moment, Li Mingzhu thought of something and took out a jade bottle from his arms and handed it to the other party.

When he handed over the jade bottle, there was a hint of distress deep in his eyes.

This thing is the elixir he used to save his life.

"This..." The old man looked at Li Mingzhu in astonishment, then shook his head and said: "I am old and don't have many days left to live. You should use this thing yourself."

"Farewell, old man." Li Mingzhu's expression changed and she quickly said: "I have been very close to you since the first time I saw you. Just accept it."

How can the other party do it without elixirs? He hopes that the other party will live well and live as long as possible.

Hearing Li Mingzhu's words, the old man was startled.

He couldn't understand why the other party had to give the pill to such a bad old man like him. It wasn't that he suspected that Li Mingzhu had any bad intentions in giving him the poison pill.

After all, he doesn't have a few days to live, so what's the point of poisoning him?
Chapter completed!