Although I thought so in my heart, I still smiled and said, "Okay, then go to bed normally. Hurry up and have a meal. Are you enough for these firewood? If not enough, I will buy it. There is also a firewood shop that is good. The firewood is roasted in the oldest earthen stove, which tastes very special."

Liang Houzai also smiled: "Do you think we both eat at your level? That's enough."

After he said this, the three of them calmed down at the same time, silenced their heads and ate their own food, and did not communicate any more during this period.

I wanted to finish the meal and go home quickly because the appetite was bigger than the two of them, so usually I was the one who delayed time, and the two of them seemed to have their own worries. I think they were probably still worried about me.

When I returned to my residence, I took out my notebook from the bedroom and asked the two of them to study the dream I recorded. Then I packed up a few pieces of clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Everything in the youth apartment is good, both the furniture and electrical appliances are new, and the air conditioner is also good for refrigeration. The only thing that I was not satisfied with was the showerhead in the bathroom. I don’t know if the water pressure is insufficient or what. The water flow is very small, just like a sparse raindrop.

While I was taking a shower, I hoped that the water flow would be bigger, but this thing didn't mean to fulfill me at all. As I washed, the water flow became smaller and smaller. I thought, if it was really raining, I would probably not have to wear a raincoat when walking in such a rain...

By the way, raincoat!

Thinking of this, I suddenly thought of a detail that I had ignored before. The old man who appeared in my dream at that time, had some red gelatinous liquid stuck to his straw raincoat. The liquid looked like blood mixed with oil.

And the human face I saw for the first time was covered with such liquid.

When I came out of the bathroom, Liang Houzai and Liu Shangang were still discussing something. I took the notebook from Liu Shangang and recorded the things I just remembered.

Liang Houzai looked at me writing words on the notebook and frowned: "Blood like oil?"

I said, "I don't know if that thing is blood, or it may be a brightly colored wax."

"Impossible. In that era, wax had not been invented." Liang Houzai shook his head and said.

He actually said half of his words. I could clearly feel what he wanted to continue saying later, but forced him to stop.

I looked into Liang Houzai's eyes and asked, "Which era was that era?"

Liang Houzai: "Haha, I just think that this curse is just an ancient witchcraft. The evil god must have been there a long time ago..."

I was angry with him and laughed: "Make it, let's continue to make it happen, and see when you can make up your lies."

Liang Houzai stopped talking and looked at me with embarrassment.

I let out a long sigh and said to him: "From the day before yesterday, I have always felt that you have something to hide from me. You clearly know this curse very well, but why don't you tell me? I'm afraid that I can't bear it mentally? I'm afraid that I will collapse? Houzai, did you know me the first day?"

Liang Houzai also sighed and said helplessly: "Actually, I don't know much about this curse."

"But you know a little." I snatched and said, "Say it, say whatever you know, and say everything you know. As the direct victim of this curse, ah? The direct person should have the minimum right to know, right?"

Liang Houzai hesitated for a long time before saying to me: "Brother Dao, have you ever thought about why the one who appears in your dream has always been my voice?"

I nodded: "I have been thinking about this in the past few days."

He took a deep breath and said, "The toast in the proverb is me."

I couldn't help but frown: "What do you mean?"

Liang Houzai sat upright and said to me solemnly: "Do you still remember the proverb written by Han Jin in the post? The toast who planted rice on the road is me."

I didn't say anything, and waited for him to continue talking.

Liang Houzai paused for a moment, as if he was trying his best to sort out the language. After a while, he continued: "The proverb in the curse should have appeared after the Yuan Dynasty, but the content it expressed was in the Han Dynasty. At that time, there were many small kings in the Yelang Kingdom, that is, the princes of the Central Plains. They ruled not much, usually a village, plus a population of hundreds to thousands."

At this time, Liu Shangang suddenly said, "Are you a chieftain? That means that these small countries are still here, are you still the king of one of them?"

Liang Houzai glanced at him and told him not to interrupt for the first time, and admitted that those small countries had long disappeared with Yelang.

Then Liang Houzai said that in fact, the original version of this proverb should be translated into Chinese as follows: "The head of the city gate, the millet in the hands of the Black King."

As for what the specific meaning of this proverb wants to express, Liang Houzai couldn't explain it clearly. He just said that this proverb comes from a legend that has been passed down among the Yelang royal family for generations.

It is said that in Yelang Kingdom, there is a large village with black dogs as the totem, with nearly 10,000 people inside. The village leader, or the little king, is called the Black King.

When the Black King was young, he was a very enlightened person. He did a lot of good things in the village. People nearby rushed to join him. At that time, monsters in the mountains were in chaos. The Black King himself pulled up an army, and the soldiers trained by him were very brave. The Black King led them to get rid of the big monsters in the mountains, and the village returned to peace.

But on the night when the whole village celebrated the murder of the monster, the Black King inexplicably changed his temperament. Even the soldiers in the army seemed to have been bewitched. They rushed into every family and slaughtered the people in the village.

After the man was killed, the Black King ordered his soldiers to cut off the head and nail it to the big tree outside the city gate with copper nails. The tree was originally a sacred tree in the village, but it was defiled by blood and resentment.

A man escaped from the village. He came to the head of Yelang Kingdom and met King Yelang. When King Yelang heard about the tragic situation of the village, especially after hearing that the sacred tree was polluted, he personally led his army to attack the Black King.

But when King Yelang brought his soldiers to the village, he found that all the soldiers of the Black King were dead. The soldiers' heads were hung on the big wooden door of the village, while the Black King was holding a large handful of rice in his hand and stood foolishly on the road leading to the village gate.

After that, the King Yelang ordered people to cut down the sacred tree and burned all the fire of the tree and the village, but the story of the King of Black has been passed down.

After listening to Liang Houzai's statement to this story, I asked him: "I heard that, are you the black king?"

Of course he can't be a black king, but I can only come to such a conclusion when he said what he had said before.

Liang Houzai explained: "The Black King was not only the leader of the Dazhaizi, but also the disciple of the Yelang King. The reason why he was asked to manage the Dazhaizi was originally to let him guard the sacred tree, but no one expected that such a thing would happen. The book that the master gave me said that the reason why the Black King did such a cruel thing was because of another curse. Every Yelang King's disciple would have such a curse, but no one knew when this curse would occur."

The disciple of King Yelang? I finally understood why Liang Houzai said that he was a chieftain. His master Li Liang was the last direct descendant of King Yelang.

Liang Houzai continued, "It is said that there were 11,001 people in the entire village except the Black King. Except for the one who escaped from the last day, there were 1,000 people in the Black King's army, 10,000 civilians in the village, and 10,000 rice held in the Black King's hand were also 10,000."

I said, "How did you count it?"

"I don't know." Liang Houzai shook his head and said, "That's what the book says. Brother Dao, in fact, what I worry about the most now is not you, but myself. If Han Jin's speculation is correct, once the 1,000-reply person dies, the toast will appear. Next, a large number of people may be in trouble. I don't want to be such an executioner."

"Oh, I was originally cursed," I sighed helplessly: "Why is it the curse you are cursed again? It's a mess. Let me ask you this, is it that as long as the curse on my body, the curse on your body will not occur?"

Liang Houzai thought about it and said, "It should be like this in theory."

I asked him again: "How to solve the curse on me? Do you still have to kill the evil god? It seems that this evil god is in the area of ​​the ancient Yelang Kingdom, right?"

Liang Houzai nodded: "It should be in that area, I can't make a mistake. In the past two days, I have contacted a man named Du Kang, and he should be able to help us."

Liu Shangang interjected: "Du Kang, isn't this the name of a wine?"

Liang Houzai and I ignored him and continued our conversation.

Speaking of which, I have really heard of the name Du Kang several times, but I also forgot where I heard it. It was probably because he mentioned it when his master was chatting in the past.

I searched for information about Du Kang in my mind, and then asked Liang Houzai: "Du Kang...is that environmentalist?"

Liang Houzai immediately nodded: "Yes, it's him. Actually, it's not quite accurate to say that he is an environmentalist. He is not so environmentally friendly in daily life, but what he does is indeed related to environmental protection. And as far as I know, his team has been wandering around the world for many years, looking for various evil gods."

I wondered: "Looking for the evil god? Why do you look for such a thing?"

Liang Houzai smiled and said, "I heard from Du Kang's disciples that the evil gods they are looking for everywhere are because global warming over the years have caused changes in the nature of the evil gods. In the past, the evil gods stayed in a place for a long time, they would not affect the nearby ecology. But now, the evil gods have the ability to completely disrupt the ecological balance of a large area."

Is there such a thing?

To be honest, I never thought that our industry would be linked to the word "environmental protection", and I didn't expect that the silt Qi field like the evil god would even destroy the ecology.

People like Du Kang have been running around in various countries for many years because they are keen on environmental protection. This is a good thing, but why do I always feel weird?

At this time, Liang Houzai suddenly asked me: "I heard that Du Kang has a very deep attainment in talismans."

I thought about it hard again, but I didn't expect much information about Du Kang, so I could only respond casually: "It seems that's the case."

Then there was a one-minute dismal incident, until Liu Shangang asked again: "Isn't Du Kang a name for his wine?"

Perhaps it was because Liang Houzai and I ignored him just now, and his tone was a little unhappy.
Chapter completed!