Zhang Yang thinks that he is actually a very kind person and very tolerant, and he is just a little short of being called Madonna Zhang.
Or Zhang Shenggong.
So he didn't want to make things difficult for anyone in Heiniu Village. He was even selfless and got rid of an evil ghost for them regardless of reward.
Even though the people in Heiniu Village have long been planning to kill him and feed him to ghosts.
"Oh, you are all poor people, so I will forgive you and tell you what you want."
Zhang Yang had a compassionate expression. Opposite him stood the spiritual tablets of Niujiao Village Chief, seven village elders, and a Supreme Elder.
"It's okay if you want to cooperate, but you must teach your Jiuchongshan sword power as it is, not the trick you used yesterday. In addition, what spell you used to alert the Sanyin drum last night is also included. If you hand it over, I will give you the position of village chief."
Niujiao said with a gloomy expression, this was the sincerity they showed overnight.
"So, you didn't believe in the sword skills I taught you from the beginning? You even wanted to kill me because of this?"
Zhang Yang frowned, looking very strange.
"Hmph! Even though we are people from the wilderness, we still know our stuff!"
"Then there's nothing we can do. What I taught you yesterday was indeed the Jiuchong Mountain Sword Power, but you don't believe it, haha! It's funny, this is not sincere."
Zhang Yang's face turned serious. These hateful guys didn't give him the chance to be Zhang Shenggong. They were really cruel and could kill him!
"Ahem! Maybe we have another way to cooperate." An old voice suddenly sounded, but it came from the spiritual position of the Supreme Elder of Heiniu Village. At this moment, Zhang Yang felt nothing. The horns, and the other six village elders, but all their expressions changed drastically.
The next moment, accompanied by a violent cough, an old figure gradually emerged, a bit familiar. It was the sleepy old man that Zhang Yang saw in front of the ancestral hall yesterday when he was wandering around.
"Unfilial descendants have met my uncle!"
"Unworthy descendants pay homage to grandpa!"
Hula la, not only Niujiao and the others, but also the surrounding villagers knelt down in large numbers.
But the old man who didn't know whether he was a human or a ghost ignored him. He just stared at Zhang Yang with his turbid old eyes and said slowly: "The old man has been dead for two hundred and forty-nine years. Before his death, his soul was automatically injected into the Sanyin drum to become Guling is only to protect future generations and protect the continued development of the village."
"The world is hard. Our ancestors fought through thorns and thorns in the wilderness, one after another, just to continue their bloodline for future generations. In the process, we prayed to the gods in the sky, became followers of evil spirits, worshiped devils, and sacrificed to ghosts. We have even sacrificed our lives to seek Dharma from immortals, and have tried every method. Our request is very simple, just to survive."
"But even this simplest request is an extravagant wish. The gods have never responded to us. The evil spirits almost made us wipe out our race. The devils and ghosts all have bad intentions. Your words about people who are not of my race must have different hearts are so correct. ”
"As for the immortals who are above us, they treat us like ants."
"After learning from the pain, we realized one thing, that is - it is better to ask for yourself than to ask for others! So our ancestors created the Sanyin Drum, firstly to accommodate the souls of all the dead people, and secondly to protect the descendants of the village. Only then did we live A decent version of myself.”
"Nowadays, our descendants are so ignorant that they naively think that the Three Yin Drums can forever frighten the village ghost, and are even blinded by it and forget the ancestral teachings. The old man sees it but is helpless, because the village ghost has even reached the point of threatening the three demons. The vaginal drum itself.”
"So last night when you suddenly attacked, the old man immediately beat the Sanyin drum as a drum spirit. Fortunately, the village guardian ghost that was about to lose control was finally killed. This is really a great blessing for this village!"
"And the old man shows up today, of course, to punish his unfilial descendants, but the most important thing is to thank his benefactor!"
When the old man said this, he really wanted to salute Zhang Yang.
Zhang Yang accepted the gift without saying a word, but the most important thing was that he was not sure whether to believe it or not, or even if he believed it, he was not sure what to do next.
"You are an unworthy descendant. You have brought great embarrassment to me. You are no longer qualified to be a village chief. Go become a drum spirit!"
The old man who was still senile before was extremely ruthless at this moment. Zhang Yang only heard the sound of three Yin drums, and the horns and seven other people turned into skins, and when the wind blew, they turned into fragments all over the sky.
But it was the Three Yin Drums that sucked their essence, blood, flesh and blood, leaving only their souls.
Even at this moment, Ushikaku and the other seven people had not realized what had happened, and their souls stood there blankly.
It took a long time before he screamed.
The Supreme Elder ignored them and said to Zhang Yang: "My benefactor must also know the power of sleepless nights. In the past few years, my unscrupulous descendants have been able to survive safely with the help of the village ghost. But this year, no matter what, If you can’t survive it, or even if you survive the sleepless night, the village guardian ghost will immediately attack you and slaughter the whole village, old and young!”
"So, please don't doubt the old man's sincerity. If my benefactor wants to be the village chief, the position will be given to you immediately. If you don't want to be the village chief, as long as my benefactor can help the village survive this sleepless night, then I can ask for anything. Within our ability, this village will meet the needs of our benefactor."
Zhang Yang looked at the old man and said in his heart that this was sincerity, and he was sure that he couldn't refuse. After all, Zhang Yang didn't want to face the sleepless night alone.
"Okay, I don't need the position of village chief, but we can cooperate with each other this time. I will do my best, not for anything else, just to save my life!"
"It's great!" The old man praised. This is the right thing. It's about our own destiny, and no one will be careless, and no one will play any tricks.
Next, the old man quickly secured the successor village chief and several village elders, Zhang Yang was one of them, and this time he would not refuse.
The new village chief is called Niudou. He is a sturdy man in his thirties. One eye is normal black, but the other eye is as red as blood.
And the first words Niudou said made Zhang Yang dare not ignore him.
"Outlander, I don't know why you came to Black Earth Plains, but before you, I knew that a total of seventeen strangers appeared in Black Earth Plains. Nine of them stupid guys died directly, but there are still eight A stranger walked out of the Black Soil Plains."
"I don't know where they all went, but I once served as a guide for one of them, and found out some remarkable things from his behavior and words. For example, he actually wanted to establish a sect of cultivating immortals out of the blue."
"At first I thought this was a joke, but now, as the village chief, I have the responsibility to find a better way out for the future destiny of the village. So, outsider, if our Heiniu Village is willing to be protected by you, will you stay Are you going to come down and establish an immortal cultivating sect in Black Earth Plains?"