C92 (2/2)

”Everyone, quiet down. An important guest has arrived in our village!”

At this moment, the Village Chief had already returned to his usual calm demeanor. However, there was a hint of a smile on his face, the kind of smile that would make people feel comfortable if they saw it.

Just as the Village Head finished his words, a small car suddenly drove in. At that time, that small car was a rare sight to us.

We don't know what the sign is, and by now I can't remember.

However, when the villagers saw the car, their eyes were all wide open. Could it be that some rich guest had come?

I could even see greed in the eyes of some people, as if they were wild beasts that had seen food.

When I saw the appearance of the villagers, I couldn't help but frown slightly, because I could vaguely sense that some of them were emitting killing intent.

This was not a wild guess, but a true feeling.

Although he couldn't see or touch murderous intent, he could feel its coldness if he touched it too much.

Maybe it had something to do with my woman's keen intuition.

Cars were definitely a symbol of the rich in the village, but meeting the rich or … Or perhaps, when she met a stranger, she would emit such an aura …

Perhaps, this was the secret that was hidden in the village …

At this moment, the car door opened and a man in black got out. He quickly walked to the back and opened the door, respectfully greeting the person inside.

It was the first time I had seen a car, but I knew in my heart that these were the etiquette of a rich man, and that a rich man would like it.

At the back of the car, a cane was extended and a withered hand was placed on top of the man in black's other hand.

The hand felt like I'd seen it in a dream, gaunt, pale, without a trace of color, like the hand of a dead man.

With the support of the man in black, the man in the car slowly got off.

It wasn't the boss that I imagined, but an old man wearing grey clothes. The old man was really too old, his skin was dark and there were many wrinkles on his face. From a distance, he looked like a dried up tree branch.

I've never seen anyone this old. It's like he's going to rot, like he just came out of a coffin...

I took a deep breath and continued watching the scene. The old man was dressed very simply, just like a farmer.

”Old God Wang, you've finally arrived. Are you tired?”

At this time, the Village Chief welcomed them with a slight smile and a slight bow, as if he was welcoming them.

Old God Wang, what a high title!

I slightly frowned. Ordinary Yin Yang Mister would be addressed as a Half Immortal if they were considered to be accurate.

As for those miraculous beings, they were generally known as half-Immortals.

Old deity. This sort of title would either refer to an old man over a hundred years old as an old deity.

However, the reason why the Village Chief faced this old man with such seriousness was clearly not because of his age. Instead, it was very possible that … It was because he had the ability!

However, how much skill did he have to be called an old deity?

Could it be … Was he the old man that the villagers spoke of?