Seeing Pu Yuefan questioning this, Chen Shuqing and Pu Zixuan were both stunned. Next, the villagers outside the door agreed regardless of right or wrong, and even sprinkled salt on their wounds.

"Why are you still talking about demon insects? Are these people still willing to die if they are not in the Yellow River?"

"Do you think of us as three-year-old children? How could such a big bug appear in the human body for no reason?"

"Hmph, if Brother Fan hadn't seen that he was fine, he would have arrested them long ago and escorted them to the government!"

If you want to talk about why Pu Zixuan and the others are so concerned about the affairs of the villagers of Pujiazhuang, the truth and goodness of human nature are the fundamental, but more importantly, it is undoubtedly to gain the trust of the whole village so that these locals can willingly hand over Shadali to them.

I thought that many misunderstandings before would disappear as Pu Yuefan's body recovered. After the failure to think about it, these people not only did not have any understanding and gratitude, but continued to add fuel to the fire, but it really made Pu Zixuan and others feel a chill that made them feel cold from the inside out.

Chen Shuqing was extremely depressed, but he still maintained his graceful attitude and said: "Yes, from common sense, it is impossible for insects to climb into his mouth, but whether you believe it or not, the existence of monsters in this world is a true matter! Sometimes a person does produce monsters in his body. They come from nothingness and often appear overnight. Although we cannot explain exactly the cause of them, since we have removed the insects and returned Brother Fan to health, isn't that enough?"

Pu Yuefan snorted coldly, "I would rather believe that you had used some conspiracy against me. I was about to use poisonous pests to harm me, but my fellow villagers rushed in, which stopped you. Sorry, I am like this, I only believe what I see, and I don't believe anything else!"

Pu Zixuan was provoked and said in a high voice: "So, we don't know you before. If you really want to harm you, what good will it do to us?"

"Well..." Pu Yuefan was speechless when asked, but he seemed unwilling to let go of his aura, so he replied, "What the hell is in your heart? You know the most in your heart!"

Seeing the confrontation between the two sides became fierce again, the village chief Pu Pinglu stepped forward and said, "Okay, okay, all the villagers, please be calm and listen to me."

As soon as the village chief spoke, everyone present calmed down again.

Pu Pinglu said earnestly to Pu Chen and the others: "Two, who is right and wrong in today's affairs, let's not talk about it, but I still have to say solemnly: There will definitely be no monsters in this world. The monsters, ghosts and monsters written by Mr. Liu Quan at that time are just fictional things. Just have some fun after dinner. Don't mention monsters in the future." Then, he sighed and advised the villagers: "Friends, it's getting late. We've been experiencing all night's troubles and are tired. Since Yue Fan is not a big deal, don't argue here. Let's go back, go back."

Then, Pu Pinglu gently patted Pu Zixuan on the shoulder and gave him a meaningful smile.

Pu Pinglu is worthy of being a generous elder. He has mastered the standards of his speech and does not offend both sides. In this way, the crowd can finally disperse one after another, and the whole day of storm can come to an end.

There was finally no more villagers in the Stories from a Chinese Studio. Pu Zixuan kicked the foot of the bed hard to show his venting. He grabbed all the pillows, quilts and other items on the bed and threw them on the ground, muttering: "Good intentions are like donkey liver and lungs, and take all these things to burn!"

At night, Pu Zixuan lay on the newly prepared bed, pillowing his hands under his head, crossing his legs, thinking about it, but he couldn't fall asleep for a long time. He felt aggrieved and complained in his heart, and he really couldn't vomit.

He tried to sense Chen Shuqing's demonic aura, and was surprised to find that her demonic aura was not inside the Liaozhai school, but on the roof. He immediately turned over and got out of the bed, went out of the door, and looked up in the direction of the demonic aura.

At this moment, Chen Shuqing was indeed sitting on the roof of the Liaozhai roof in a daze. Under the bright moonlight, her figure was extremely lonely and beautiful.

When he saw Pu Zixuan coming out, Chen Shuqing smiled miserably and said, "Sure enough, I guessed that Xiaoqi, you can't sleep either."

Pu Zixuan flew over the roof and sat beside Chen Shuqing, looking towards the darkness in the distance, and murmured: "How can you sleep peacefully after these broken things happen? To be honest, when I had not come to this Pujiazhuang before, Pujiazhuang was as sacred as a religious holy land in my heart. There are my relatives here, I shed the same blood as them and the same concern as them. If I encounter any monster who dares to touch a hair of their hair, I will do my duty to protect them, even if I sacrifice my life... But now we have really met monsters here and helped them get rid of them, why do they..."

Pu Zixuan felt bitter in his heart, and he wanted to speak but stopped. Finally, he just murmured: "I have personally experienced everything you encountered on that night a hundred and fifty years ago."

Chen Shuqing's eyes were also looking into the distance, stretched out his hand, pointed to the houses, and smiled bitterly: "It's probably the case. Look, one hundred and fifty years have passed, and the entire village is still in the same pattern. Back then, who lived in the house, who raised a few pigs and a few cows, all of them were recalled from the first time I came to this village. Now, I don't know how many times the house has been repaired, and the owner has changed many generations. Although things have changed, the only thing that remains unchanged, I think, in fact, this village has never really accepted me..."

"But at least, my ancestor Pu Songling really treated you as a daughter."

"Yes, I seem to understand that the so-called Pujiazhuang is actually just the wooden house under us. In those years, I often sit alone on the roof when the night is late, looking at the scene in front of me, and only one wish in my heart: if I were like them, an ordinary human being, marrying and having children, slowly aging, and finally turning into a piece of dust, quietly walking through this life, how great would it be..."

The two were silent for a moment, and then Pu Zixuan said, "Since they don't accept us, then let's go. There are still many fragments of "Huanyue Jue" waiting for us to collect, and there are also many enemies that need to be solved before you become a human."

Chen Shuqing smiled faintly: "No, but there is one thing that I haven't figured out yet."

"You don't understand what point?"

"Do you still remember? I said that sixty years after my husband's death, I came down the mountain and visited Pujiazhuang. In a house there, an aunt opened the door to greet me, saying that Mr. is the pride of Pujiazhuang and a famous writer in the world, but he never mentioned the purifying messengers and monsters again. If it were forgotten because of the silence of the demon world, it would be reasonable. Now, these villagers have seen the demon insects with their own eyes, but they are still so stubborn. I am very curious, what kind of power is that they can forget these things completely?"

Pu Zixuan was stunned by the words. After thinking for a while, he suddenly realized: "No, Xiaojiu, after you said this, I thought about it carefully, and then I realized something was wrong. Their people's sang and sang together, perhaps they were not hating us at all, but repeatedly accusing us of making things about monsters. Even the reasonable village chief emphasized very seriously that there are no monsters in this world. In my opinion, they actually did not forget everything about monsters at all, but were deliberately hiding something!"

After hearing what Pu Zixuan said, Chen Shuqing was stunned and replied blankly: "You are still smart. You are very reasonable. Will there be any greater hidden information behind everything that happened today?"

As the two were talking, suddenly, a figure appeared on the other end of the courtyard and slowly walked towards the location where Liaozhai was.

Pu Zixuan saw the visitor and said to Chen Shuqing: "Look, someone is here, it seems that we have seen that person."

Chen Shuqing also noticed the person coming. After staring at him for a while, he remembered his name.
Chapter completed!