After Wang Jingzhe talked to Wang Chuang, he ran to the village chief in the middle of the night and knocked on the door, shouting: "Old Mr. Yu, Mr. Yu..."

The village chief has a surname of Yu, and he has lived in the 758 farm after counting three or four generations. When the girl and her son moved out, he plans to die in this village. He is almost seventy years old this year and has not retired. The main reason is that he is more convinced. The element of the villagers' choice of village chief is that whoever can go up has nothing to do with the age limit.

Village Chief Yu was wearing a coat, his eyes were pressed out, and his head was covered with a mess of curly hair. When he saw Wang Chuang, he frowned and scolded: "I don't sleep for the middle of the night, what's the door?"

Wang Chuang excitedly grabbed Uncle Yu's arm and said, "My family is blessed and saved. Really, Uncle Yu is really saved. You go with me."

Uncle Yu looked at him and looked at him several times. Wang Chuang was not as good as a human being until now. He felt a stinky smell on his body and blood was covered in his eyes. When he spoke, his hands were still trembling, and his emotions were obviously very unstable.

"Are you stupid with your son? Youyouyou have been sick for almost twenty years. I have seen many doctors and immortals not cured. Why did you say you went crazy?"

"Really, Uncle Yu, I'm really saved. The person is at my house. You, go with me quickly and have a look."

"Really?" Uncle Yu asked suspiciously again.

“Yes, yes”

"Okay, wait for me, I'll go put on some clothes and go to your house."

After Wang Chuang ran out of the village chief's house, he went to almost the villagers' houses. These people had a good relationship with him, and some of them had a relationship. In less than half an hour, he followed these people to knock on the door and shouted everyone except for the ones who had no one at home. According to what Wang Jingzhe said, one person came out from household to household, and he didn't tell anyone directly what was going on. First, he couldn't understand it after saying it, and second, he might not believe it after saying it, so he would just call it to his house first. They are all from the villagers, and no one knows who in the whole village.

Then let's see. In less than half an hour, Wang Chuang's house was crowded with people, inside and outside the house. Those who couldn't stand in the house squeezed by the window and stretched their necks to look inside, because everyone was curious about what Wang Chuang's stupid son might have done. After all, Wang Chuang paid for this stupid son, and many years have passed, and he saw it with his own eyes. He couldn't help but come and join in the fun.

Wang Jingzhe saw that outsiders had already taken away the soul that Wang Youfu had thrown away, and asked Wang Chuang's mother to carry the cub in her arms to avoid being seen.

When Wang Chuang walked around the village and came back, almost all the villages arrived. The old village chief Yu sat on the chair in the middle with a cigarette. Listening to Wang Chuang telling the consequences, he glanced at Wang Jingzhe from time to time, always thinking that this young man's words were too mysterious. This was a problem that even the most powerful immortals had not solved. He had been here for two days?

"What you mean is that the blessed soul is thrown to the Dead Man's Gate, and then you will be recruited back. Just send it back and he will be cured?"

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "That's almost the case, it's also a loss."

A villager who followed Wang Jingzhe and Wang broke into the Death Gate said whisperingly: "Uncle Yu is a real thing. This kid led us to the Death Gate. You know, this place is so scary. When we went there, people were trembling, and then we saw a shadow coming. Oh, don't say it, it looks exactly like Youfu."

"Well, um, I've watched this kid jump since I was a child. Can't I recognize what he looks like? It's definitely the soul of that silly boy, that's right."

Uncle Yu frowned and said, "You have forgotten what the rules in the village are? Isn't it impossible to go to the Dead Gate?"

Wang Chuang said with his hands on the stall: "Didn't we all follow me to find my son? Mr. Yu?"

The village chief raised his head and looked at Wang Jingzhe and asked, "Young man, can you save him?"

"It should be no problem," Wang Jingzhe nodded and said.

"Then is it okay to send it back? We are all lying in the hot bed in this cold weather, and Wang Chuang called it out again. You said, "What are you doing? Come on, hurry up and make people get better, so we can go back to sleep." Uncle Yu said impatiently wrapped in a cigarette puddle.

"Yes, yes..." The villagers urged them all over the place. It was already past one o'clock in the middle of the night. There were no entertainment activities in the countryside and they had already slept early, so they almost slept at this place.

Wang Jingzhe also took out a cigarette, lit it and calmed down the noisy voices of the villagers. He then said to Mr. Yu: "Old village chief, I don't know if you have heard a saying, called "Shou Villager". Generally, there are such people in villages with a little older age. They have been stupid since childhood, but they don't cause disasters or cause trouble. Anyone who has something to do will go to help, go to work hard and tiring, and you can do a penny after finishing it. Just give me some food."

The old village chief thought for a while, frowned and said, "I seemed to have heard the old man say about guarding the village. Hi? Don't say that, I have seen a lot of people at such an old age. There are indeed two or three nearby villages with fools. I really don't know other villages, but do you want to talk about our village?"

Old Master Yu paused and suddenly realized. Looking at Wang Youfu lying on the kang, he said in surprise: "You mean, Youfu is our village guardian?"

Wang Jingzhe nodded and said, "Yes, that's it. Wang Youfu is the guardian of our village. He has been in the village since he was three or four years old since he was stupid until now."

After Wang Jingzhe finished speaking, Old Master Yu and the villagers savored it carefully. If he didn't say anything, no one noticed. On weekdays, Wang Youfu would go to lively when there was something to do. For example, if a family had a wedding and got married, he would set up the dishes and chopsticks and clean the table, but he would never serve the table and eat, nor would he bother the guests. Then when the people finished eating, there was a pile of leftover rice, he would pick up a few dishes and put them together, eat them whole, and leave silently after eating. When people asked for money for work, he would ask for a bite of food.
Chapter completed!