Ninth-level fairy

Chapter 294 Obedience and Kindness

As soon as he finished speaking, a big man carrying a basket of tofu rushed in.

With a dusty face and a look of concern, he knocked the peanut candy out of Du Fang's hand.

Then he shouted angrily: "Where did you come from, the evil one who dared to deceive my son?"

The man smiled grimly again: "Nosy!"

Then his body turned back into a skeleton and crawled out of the door.

Du Fang watched everything happening in front of him with a cold sweat on his face. This scene was too real, it didn't seem like a dream at all.

"Child, you are not afraid now!"

"What...what was that just now?" Du Fang asked in a trembling voice.

"That's a ghost from this dream, designed to confuse your mind. If you fall for it, you'll never be able to leave this world. Your father isn't very capable, so I can only inform you..."

"What notification?"

"There's a theater troupe coming to our village. Someone will come knocking on our door to ask for a title. She'll be holding a broken bowl, but she won't say a word. Every time she shakes the bowl, you throw a copper coin in. After shaking it three times, you put in three coins."

"Where are the copper coins? What will happen if I don't give them?"

"Under the edge of our kang, these things won't leave unless they see your sincerity. You'll be trapped in this dream forever, never able to escape!"

"I have to go, or someone will come and catch me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Doufudanzi immediately turned around and walked out of the door.

Du Fang walked hesitantly to the edge of the kang, and it was just as the man said.

Three ancient copper coins were placed below.

When Du Fang picked it up, there were three knocks on the door.

Du Fang looked outside and saw that the door was half-open. A woman in funeral clothes was holding a broken bowl and knocking on the door.

This made me feel cold inside.

A voice suddenly rang out from the eardrum:

"Three copper coins, the sunny side up, the yin side down. Remember, remember, don't make a mistake!"

"What will happen if you make a mistake?" Du Fang just asked, and that voice could no longer be heard.

The knocking on the door continued, as if the woman would not leave until she got the money.

Du Fang walked out the door.

The woman standing in front of him was as pale as a dead person, without the luster of living skin, as if it was painted white, and her lifeless eyes were like dead fish eyes, staring at the sky.

The broken bowl jingled, and Du Fang carefully put a coin in it.

The woman didn't leave, but shook the bowl again.

After Du Fang carefully placed the three copper coins in, the woman turned around and walked to the next house.

When he turned around, Du Fang's body suddenly froze. He didn't look like a living person at all. His body was as thin as cardboard, and he looked more like a paper-cut figure offered as a sacrifice to the dead.

Du Fang hurriedly closed the door, leaned against the wooden board and took a long breath. What was happening? Was this a dream or was it real? Where did the sound in his eardrum just now come from? What happened was getting more and more outrageous.

Will this village be exactly the same as my own Dujiakanzi?

How can I get out of this village?

After calming down for a long time, he opened the door and walked towards the street. If the troupe must perform, it will definitely be on the village stage.

There used to be a square there.

Inside the eardrum, the voice that had just disappeared rang out again:

"When disaster strikes your hometown, will you save your fellow villagers?"

"who are you?"

Du Fang suddenly roared, and then the sound disappeared. Even though he roared a few times, there was no echo.

When Du Fang came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he seemed to be holding something in his hand.

He lowered his head and was suddenly stunned:

The ancient divine sword appeared in his hand again.

Thinking of the previous sentence, he suddenly shuddered with nervousness. Disaster, is there really going to be a disaster?

Ever since entering the Changming space, the Chengying Divine Sword has been integrated into the dragon spine of the body, but at this moment, it has returned to his hand again.

If I think of that voice, could it be?

Is he supposed to use this sword to save his blind date?

Du Fang immediately strode towards the center of the village.

Will the disaster that the voice described really happen in this village?

At this moment, Du Fang was feeling very nervous and uneasy.

Could what he saw before his eyes be an illusion created by the Holy Envoy?

Countless mysteries made it impossible for him to see clearly or make sense. He had no time to think. In front of him, a girl came towards him. Her delicate face was full of a childlike smile. She was carrying a basket in her hand, covered with a black cloth, and was looking at him with a gentle smile.

"Who are you looking for?"

Du Fang had never seen a child like this before. In his impression, this girl looked very much like the neighbor's grandmother. However, Granny Liang was nearly eighty years old and usually walked with a shaky gait. How could it be possible...

"I'm your grandma, Fang'er, don't you recognize me?"

The girl's voice was old and hoarse, clearly that of an old lady.

Du Fang's face suddenly turned dull, his whole body froze in place, and he subconsciously looked at the girl's feet. It was a bound foot with a strap around the leg. It was clearly the foot of an old lady with bound feet.

"I just took out the frozen pears from my house and gave them to you to try!"

The girl placed the basket in his hand and said, "When your father comes, ask him to send two pounds of tofu to my house. The old man wants to eat dumplings with leeks and eggs..."

After the voice finished speaking, her body trembled and she walked back.

Du Fang stared at her in amazement and walked into the old lady's house.

The old lady seemed to have no idea what was happening to her.

How could this happen? How could something so bizarre happen, a return to youth? But it didn't look quite right.

Is this the disaster that the voice spoke of?

Has disaster befallen this ancient village?

Could it be that this disaster has already begun, and the villagers are completely unaware of it?

Du Fang looked at Chengying in his hand. The sword suddenly disappeared and suddenly appeared in his hand. Was he going to use the sword to save the villagers in this village?

Whose voice is that?

The voice of the Hades?

Du Fang shook his head vigorously and slapped himself twice, trying to prove that all this was an illusion. However, the frozen pear was indeed in his hand.

This pear couldn't be a dead person's head, a terrible thought came to his mind.

Du Fang trembled all over and peeled off the black cloth. Fortunately, it was indeed a frozen black pear, not as he had imagined.

He carried the basket back to the house and just as he reached the door, he saw two figures running towards him from the end of the long street, one carrying a bundle and the other carrying a load.

The tofu was in the carrying pole. Du Fang breathed a sigh of relief. It was the carrying pole his father used to sell tofu. The man who had just reminded him was back again. This time, Du Fang looked at his face very carefully.

The face was not that of his father, but of a man and a woman with disheveled hair and dirty faces, stumbling and running towards him from a distance.

When he ran closer, Du Fang's face suddenly turned pale, without a trace of blood, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

The woman's face looked very much like his elder brother Du Chuan, while the bearded man looked like his sister-in-law.

Du Fang's scalp tingled. This was not just rejuvenation, but also a transformation from female to male and vice versa.

A great miracle must have happened to Dujiakanzi.

And all this should have originated from the passing carriage troupe.