Chapter 1786 Village Legends

Zhou Fan and Lin Wuya quickly met the three people who wanted to ask.

One of the three was an old man in the village, the old man was just a mortal, and his cloudy eyes were filled with confusion and a trace of fear.

The other two were Muzheng and a warrior in the village.

Neither Muzheng nor the warriors knew the origins of the four Zhou Fans, but they knew that they were definitely great people. After all, the powerful expedition team at the entrance of the village was obedient to these three people.

Muzheng and Chakimura warriors were full of worries. They knew that Qianguo was destroyed. It seems that not many people survived, but what does it mean to them that the country was destroyed?

Why did these four adults come to the village?

"Sit down, don't be afraid, we're just here to learn something." Lin Wuya said with a smile.

Zhou Fan was still at a loss, but he still held his temper and waited patiently.

When he entered the village, the ghost burial coffin became as fine as a grain of rice. He didn't know why the ghost burial coffin became smaller in a crowded place, but now is not the time to care about these things, he is more concerned about why Lin Wu They said that the hunting scorpion will be resurrected with a stick of incense after death, and it will become twice as strong as before.

It's not easy to deal with a wind-hunting monster that is twice as strong.

"Tell me the story of Fengshen." Lin Wuya asked directly without any nonsense.

Fengshen? Zhou Fan remained calm, it was the first time he heard this word, it sounded like some kind of god.

"Uncle, you are most familiar with this, so tell the four adults." Village is busy.

That's why the old man was brought here.

"Four adults." The old man bowed: "I have already told the story of Fengshen to the expedition team. If you want to know, just ask them. Why do you need me, the old man, to tell it again?"

"Uncle..."

The village's face was bitter, he was about to speak, but was interrupted by Lin Wuya with a smile: "This old man, it is better to hear it from the expedition team, so I will trouble the old man to say it again."

Lin Wuya smiled kindly, and the old man pressed his heart down and panicked: "Then I'll say it again, the rumor of Fengshen is passed down from generation to generation in our village, it is the patron saint of our village, but it is also a very fierce god, we only have If you worship it sincerely, it will protect the Chamu Village, and if you don't worship it sincerely, it will eat everyone in our village."

"The wind god floats in the sky. It looks down on the earth. It is colorless and invisible and feeds on people. If it needs it, it can even blow across the entire country overnight, using the wind hand to eat all living beings..."

When Zhou Fan listened to the old man's story, he felt a shudder in his heart, because what the old man was talking about was no different from that of the mutant wind-hunting monster, but why did this ordinary-looking old man know the ability of the mutant wind-hunting monster?

Could it be that this wind-hunting monster has existed in the country for a long time, so it left such a legend?

Because of the existence of weirdness in this world, some backward villages will inevitably worship various gods, and these gods are often shaped by weirdness.

If the mutant wind-hunting monsters existed long ago, would Qianguo and Xuanshengmen not notice it at all? Has the wind-hunting sprite always made trouble?

This is a bit unreasonable, it is impossible for the wind-hunting monster to keep making trouble.

"The ancestors died in nine lifetimes, and they went through all kinds of hardships to get the approval of Fengshen. As long as they worship sincerely, Fengshen will not eat people from Chamu Village.

And will protect the tea wood village. "The old man finished the Fengshen story.

If it wasn't for the Fengshen extermination of Qianguo before, this Fengshen is just an ordinary village story, and it is not a big deal, but it sounds a little weird now.

Shi Shixiong asked, "When your village was in danger, did the wind god ever appear?"

"Sir, how is this possible?" Muzheng shook his head and said, "This is just a deity worshipped in the village, but it has never appeared before."

The martial artist from Chamu Village also said, "Yes, any strange attacks are solved by those of us with all our might."

"Don't talk nonsense, the two of you." The old man raised his face, "Fengshen bless us in the sky, otherwise how can you defeat Wei Jia again and again, and the village will not survive."

Obviously, Muzheng and the warrior looked at each other, but did not refute. After all, this is the god that Chamu Village has always worshiped. If he encounters danger, he will devoutly ask Fengshen to bless him in his heart. It is impossible not to believe it at all.

"Old man." Zhou Fan asked, "What does the Fengshen look like?"

"Aeolus has many eyes, and it is composed of countless eyeballs, which enables it to know everything that happens on the earth, and its wind will spew out of its eyes..." The old man of Chakimura described it carefully.

Zhou Fan's face was solemn, which was exactly the same as when he met the wind-hunting monster. What happened to this Chamu Village?

"Do you know how many years of history your village has?" Tang Lao asked.

Village Zheng replied: "It has been two hundred and twenty-seven years since records were recorded in our village."

Two hundred and twenty-seven years ago, if it was the world before Zhou Fan, this village might have long since changed, but in this world where strange things are rampant, it would be good if the population remained the same. Disaster, if it is not for the warriors, it is generally difficult to walk outside, and this village has been preserved like this, which is not a strange thing.

"Can Fengshen be killed?" Zhou Fan asked.

"How can you say such disrespectful things?" The old man of Chakimura said a little excitedly: "Your expedition team asked this before, this will anger the wind god, this is a god, how can a god be killed?"

"Even if the Fengshen fights with other gods, even if it is scattered, the wind is invisible and cannot be killed. After a stick of incense, it will return twice as powerful as before."

"Time and time again, the cycle of becoming stronger, until the other gods are driven away or killed, Fengshen is the strongest."

Zhou Fan's heart was beating violently, and then he understood why Lin Wuya said before that the Wind Hunter might continue to come back alive.

If it is really like what the old man said, this wind-hunting monster can be resurrected again and again, and it will become twice as powerful as the previous time, then who can kill it?

"How is this possible? If there is no limit to its strength, then the world would have been destroyed by it long ago." Shi Shixiong frowned. He didn't like what the old man said, which made him feel indescribably cold in his heart.

"Do you think this is a human?" The old man from Chamu Village became even more excited: "This is a god. Of course, God is omnipotent, and we cannot treat us equally with the eyes of mortals."

"Uncle, don't talk about it." The village Zheng said anxiously, and he smiled at Zhou Fan and the others: "Four adults, I'm sorry, my uncle is the priest in the village."

The priest is the person who presides over the sacrifice of the gods, and is usually in charge of the seniors who are highly respected in the village. Of course, the priest is also the most devout believer of the gods.

The four Zhou Fan shook their heads to indicate that it was okay, but they felt very uncomfortable, as if they were surrounded by a cold wind.