2052, Thirty Years Of Sleep

When Yan Muyun returned to the guest house, the first person he met was Wei Min who had just taken a shower.

"Are you free?" he asked.

Wei Min looked solemn and stood at attention: "What are your orders, the great Hell Lava Demon King!"

"Don't let this happen." Yan Muyun felt helpless: "I have to leave the village now to help an old man get his motorcycle back..."

He explained what he had just seen at the entrance of the village. After hearing this, Wei Min nodded repeatedly: "Of course, no problem, I'll come too."

In fact, it was enough for Yan Muyun to go alone. He just wanted to find a companion on the road.

In fact, Yan Long is the most suitable person to do this job. Even if the motorcycle breaks down, he only needs to reduce the weight several times, and it can be held in his hand like a bottle of water. It's just that the kid left the guest house very early and was probably wandering around the village at this time. He didn't know where anyone was.

The two quickly left the village. According to Old Man Liu's description, the motorcycle should have overturned a few kilometers away, not far away.

"How are you feeling now? Are you back to normal?" Wei Min asked suddenly while walking on the road.

"What?" Yan Muyun glanced at him sideways.

Wei Min's expression was serious and he said respectfully: "I have to adjust my attitude according to your condition to avoid being listed on the missing list."

Yan Muyun: "..."

"But to be honest, you were really scary before." Wei Min chuckled: "Captain Xing's aura is really unmatched by ordinary people. You dare to confront him head-on like that, which is really admirable."

"I just hadn't recovered at that time. I've always been an elegant, easy-going and good person."

Yan Muyun shrugged: "But to be honest, it feels pretty good."

Wei Min was shocked: "Did you turn on some terrible switch?"

At this moment, Yan Muyun's footsteps suddenly stopped, causing Wei Min to jump away with a look of caution on his face.

But when he saw that the other party did not pay attention to him, but turned back to look in the direction of the village with a serious expression, he asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"I said, I can vaguely feel the position of the shape-shifting monster now."

"What? Is it in the village now?"

"I'm not sure." Yan Muyun shook his head slightly: "It might just be in that direction, or it might be in the village. You can call back and ask them to ask the villagers if they found anything strange during that early morning period. movement."

"Tsk, tsk, you were just a sleepyhead when we first met, but now you are starting to look more and more like the Hell Lava Demon King." Wei Min sighed with emotion, and then took out the team's communication device and read what Yan Muyun just said. Repeated it.

About an hour later, the two found Old Man Liu's motorcycle in the ditch and some packages scattered around.

This is a small pit about one meter deep. It is really impossible for an old man to easily pull the motorcycle out of it. It is a wise choice for Old Man Liu to go back to the village on foot to find support.

Yan Muyun and Wei Min collected the medicines scattered around. Most of them were antipyretics or medicines for treating colds, as well as some medicines or injections they didn't recognize.

Fortunately, the motorcycle was not broken, and the two of them returned to the village entrance in less than ten minutes.

"Huh? What is that?" Yan Muyun noticed that a large locust tree at the entrance of the village had a section of the trunk hollow underneath. There was a white stone statue about half a meter high inside. It looked like a man in a robe. Clothes, a fairy-like woman.

When he entered the village in the early morning, perhaps because of the fog, he did not notice the stone statue.

The motorcycle stopped next to the tree, and Yan Muyun came up to look at it with great interest. He found that although the stone statue had a graceful figure and elegant and natural clothes, its face was smooth and had no facial features. In front of the stone statue, there were several fruit plates and several incense candles of different lengths, which were obviously enshrined by someone.

Could it be that in this world where there is clearly a "one god", there are still people who believe in other gods?

When Yan Muyun expressed his doubts, Wei Min next to him smiled: "You have stayed in the country for too long and have little experience. In fact, many places in the world still retain the original beliefs of the local people. They know that' The existence of "gods" also respects and believes in "gods", but this does not mean that they have to give up their original beliefs. Some religions that have advanced enough with the times will even give random names to the gods in their original teachings. Head, become the right-hand man of the 'god' or something like that."

"In other words, the 'god' only occupies the position of a recognized creator god and will not affect the status of the immortal gods in different cultures who are in charge of different fields." Yan Muyun nodded thoughtfully, feeling I understand.

He stopped an old lady who was passing by holding a wooden basin, pointed to the stone statue, and then pointed to the simultaneous interpreter in his ear.

The aunt understood it and said in South Vietnamese: "This is the goddess Youhe, who governs immortality under the seat of the 'god', punishes sins, and warns disasters. As long as you worship sincerely, she will save all living beings in the evil world. Saved from the brink of degradation and saved from the torments of hell after death.”

Having said this, the aunt knelt down directly on the ground, kowtowed three times to the white stone statue, and then left with the wooden basin.

"Youhe Pure World Goddess... have you heard of her?" Yan Muyun asked.

Wei Min shook his head: "Since the appearance of 'gods', there have been more and more confusing beliefs in the world. Who knows which kind of god this is."

Although Yan Muyun found it strange, he didn't go into details and planned to send the things to Old Man Liu first.

"Then I'll go back first." Wei Min waved his hand and returned to the guest house first.

Following the route given by Old Man Liu in his memory, Yan Muyun pushed his motorcycle up a slope when he suddenly heard a child shouting from behind, still speaking in standard Chinese: "Brother! That Chinese eldest brother! Brother, wait a minute." !”

He stopped and looked back, only to see a dark and skinny little boy running and waving: "Grandpa Ruan's illness suddenly became serious. Grandpa Liu asked me to take you over!"

It was a matter of human life, so Yan Muyun did not hesitate and immediately took the little boy with him on his motorcycle.

This village is very small, with only a few hundred people. Even if you walk, you can probably visit the village in half an hour at most. Therefore, within two minutes, Yan Muyun rode his motorcycle to the door of the old Ruan family's house.

When he walked into the house carrying two large bags of medicine, he saw Old Man Liu who had changed into clean clothes and was sitting by the bed. He was holding a silver needle as thin as a hair and slowly inserted the needle into the bed. The old man's forehead.

After finishing the injection, Old Man Liu noticed Yan Muyun who had just entered the door, beckoned him to come forward, took one of the bags, and took out a box of medicine and a disposable injection.

"Go and boil hot water and make two packets." Old man Liu handed the medicine box to the worried old lady next to him. He opened the rubber cap of the disposable injection and slowly pushed the light yellow liquid inside into the old man's vagina on the bed. Then he took out a silver needle as thin as a hair and started acupuncture.

Yan Muyun stood aside the whole time, watching the haggard and seriously ill old man's face turn rosy again and his breathing gradually become stable under Old Man Liu's operation.