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Badibila, the rebuilt village of Pan.

The sudden attack of the earth-boring demonic insects did not cause a substantial blow to Pan Shen Village. Perhaps most people were used to separation between life and death.

Compared to those tragedies that could wipe out entire villages at every turn, only half of the people in the village now died, which was enough to be considered good news.

All the survivors need to do is to salvage usable supplies and materials from the ruins and choose a new place to rebuild their homes.

So when San Enibedin was pounding the last wooden post into the earth, Garcia was leaning on it and looking at him.

"If you don't mind, maybe you can help." Sang Jing's upper body was naked, letting the sweat slide down his skin and drip onto the slightly damp ground under his feet.

This land had been dewormed beforehand, driving away the snakes, insects, rats and ants that lived here, and also cleaning up the weeds clinging to the surface.

Although there is no shortage of extraordinary people in Pan Shen Village, how to relocate the village and rebuild their homes is still a troublesome matter.

In particular, choosing a new place to live and finding clean water sources are almost the top priority in Badibila, and there is no room for sloppiness.

Therefore, it is not until now that Pan Shen Village has officially entered the process of reconstruction.

However, for some reasons, Garcia did not leave after receiving his reward. Instead, he stayed in Panshen Village, watching from the perspective of a bystander as the simple village was rebuilt from scratch.

Hearing Sang's invitation, Garcia hesitated and shook his head to reject his request, "I think I'd better take a look."

"Then you should leave here." Sang shrugged, "If I were you, I wouldn't stay here. Don't forget, every day you stay in Badibilari is consuming your own life. "

No matter how hard you try to avoid it, as long as you live in Badibilari for a period of time, you will always be tainted with the atmosphere of cult, it's just a matter of quantity.

Even if they have to come to Badibila, most people will choose to complete their purpose as soon as possible and then leave in a hurry.

Only those who plan to stay in Badibila for the rest of their lives will not mind the atmosphere of cult.

Moreover, in Badibila, even the most ordinary food and drinking water are many times more expensive.

Wasting food and water is indeed a very shameful behavior here.

"I want to stay for a few more days," Garcia looked around, looking at the people walking among the many prototypes of houses, and looking at a few extraordinary people walking with huge trees on their shoulders, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.

He hasn't seen such a heated scene for a long time. The last time he saw a similar scene was when their tribe was preparing to transition.

At that time, his father would always blow the horn, there would be priests performing dances to worship the gods, and there would be professional drummers waving drumsticks as thick as adult thighs to beat heavy drums the size of the door.

They prepared with the sound of trumpets, drove the herds with the sound of heavy drums, and resettled themselves with the sound of trumpets.

To this day, Garcia still remembers the altar filled with white candles, the seemingly meaningless shouts from the priest in the morning, and the way his father held the horn high.

Unknowingly, he had left Northland for a long time.

So long that he had walked from the north to Badibila.

When we left, it was the time when the snow melted in early spring.

And now, before we know it, spring is here again.

I just don’t know if the spring cold in my hometown is still as biting as usual...

Thinking about it, Garcia couldn't help but look down at his chest, his eyes calm.

"If you want to live in the village, there is nothing you can do." Sang understood what Garcia was thinking wrong and whispered: "As long as you can find a woman for Pan Shen, he will allow you to live in the village and enjoy his life. ’s blessing.”

"woman?"

Garcia raised his eyebrows. Although he had indeed heard all kinds of secrets about Pan during the few days he stayed in the village, he really didn't know why Pan was so obsessed with women.

Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, he heard that women who were attracted by Pan Shen seemed to fall into some kind of uncontrollable madness?

"This is the easiest way..." Sang took a deep look at Garcia, "You can think of this village as Pan God's Village, because everyone is enjoying the blessing of God Pan."

"I'm just curious, why does he need a woman so much?"

Sang looked around inadvertently, put the beam he was about to lift back on the ground, walked up to Garcia, and whispered: "There are some things you don't need to know. This matter also belongs to the village." Secret, everyone is taboo about this, it’s best to forget the idea.”

"Then why can he eliminate the aura of evil?" Garcia stamped the ground under his feet.

This deliberately selected land was originally covered with a thin layer of cult atmosphere, and new cult atmosphere would sprout from time to time.

However, the day after Pan Shen took action, overnight, the entire area and even the nearby land were completely wiped out of their cult atmosphere.

In his spare time, Garcia had studied it.

The soil of Badibila itself does not contain the aura of evil. Once the soil is taken away from the ground, the aura of evil in the soil will dissipate.

Rather than saying that the soil contains a cult atmosphere, it is better to say that the concept of "earth" itself contains a cult atmosphere, and the soil is just the carrier of the concept.

Sang's eyes hidden behind the lush hair narrowed slightly, he looked at Garcia briefly, and then shook his head again: "This is also a secret. You should know that this is a secret that belongs to Lord Pan himself."

"But you obviously know." Garcia didn't give Sang a chance to change the subject at all, and then said, "Isn't it right? The loyal traitor of the Hanging Sword?"

"You should be glad that my state of mind has become much calmer, and you should also be glad that you are not a cultist..." San Eniboding, the investigator of the Hanging Sword, said: "Otherwise, it would be up to you. With these words, I should kill you."

"This doesn't seem to be the teaching of the Hanging Sword, right?"

"Ha..." Sang slowly straightened his back in front of him, his eyes flashing, "Garcia, maybe you can't understand, but what I believe in is the real hanging sword, and I believe in It’s a pure hanging sword.”

Saying this, his words inevitably contained a bit of loneliness and unwillingness, "But what's the use..."

At this moment, a gust of wind blew quietly, causing Garcia and Santo to shiver.

It stands to reason that both of them are extraordinary beings, which are enough to shield them from the ordinary heat and cold.

But this chill seemed to come from the bottom of their hearts, naturally stimulating their inner fear.

So, they looked subconsciously and saw that everyone around them stopped what they were doing and looked straight at somewhere.

In the sight of everyone, a figure quietly approached.

"Where is Pan? Vlad is looking for him."

The powerful sound hit everyone's hearts, like a huge stone hitting a deep pool.