The temple in Qingshi Town had been burned down, so a temporary wooden shed had been quickly erected for worship.
Deities, in the Mountain and Sea Realm, were simply too important.
Qingshi Town couldn’t go a day without a god.
"Ugh... seems about right."
Suddenly, Wang Hao heard a series of piercing suona sounds and the clamor of noisy instrunts coming from afar.
That suona sound was strangely eerie, like nails screeching on a chalkboard, driving people to distraction.
"Who’s that, so annoying!" Old Wang shouted.
The noise imdiately stopped.
Looking closely, there was a green-gray figure, about the size of a car, skulking behind Pan Hao and the others.
In the distance, he could still hear ghostly wails: "Mine, that is mine... woo woo... mine..."
"Mine! That’s mine, you... can’t take it away."
The other party was crying terribly, as if so tragic injustice had occurred.
But the sa few words were repeated over and over, clearly not the brightest bulb.
Old Wang found this amusing, floated over, and looked at the vague mist.
An interesting character had arrived, finally an opportunity to transform into the Giant of Light.
"Who are you, and why are you wailing like a ghost here?"
The blue figure trembled with fear, resentfully uttering, "Mine... that is mine!"
"Who are you? Be more specific."
The blue figure prostrated itself on the ground, legs in the air, signalling submission, "That... is mine. My thing! Please, I beg you..."
An open hand doesn’t strike a smiling face; since the other party was showing its belly, Old Wang didn’t have the heart to transform directly.
After communicating for a while, he finally understood what this guy was wailing about.
It turned out... it was actually the Scar Mother!!
Now this fellow’s "anchor" had been stolen by humans. It was in such a panic, following behind people and mournfully wailing, trying to call them back!
But it had been defeated in fierce competition and had no power to influence the Mountain and Sea Realm anymore; it could only make a sound and roar from behind.
Unfortunately, this power was so weak that ordinary people and deities couldn’t hear this sound.
Old Wang thought the scene was ridiculously funny and pretended to say, "What do you an? You’ve lost yourself, and you want to bla ? I finally sent my subordinates to settle Qingshi Town and kill the Evil God. Now you want to reap the benefits?"
"Why do you think you can reclaim this town? By what right?"
"Think about it, is that reasonable? You’ve already lost, so how is this town yours? If the Evil Core is still in the town, do you dare to challenge it?"
The blue figure continued to crawl, showing it didn’t dare to "pick peaches".
"Since that’s the case... I’ll give you a chance to challenge, and if you win, I’ll give it back to you." Old Wang was eager to transform.
The blue figure, terrified to the brink of collapse, even tucked its head in and started playing dead.
Watching this motionless guy, Wang Hao thought to himself, you could at least put up a fight, let turn into Ultraman!
"Anyway, this place, I can’t give to you, because I have a use for it."
"But seeing you so pitiful, a single temple can surely accommodate two gods, right? You can temporarily stay, as long as you don’t harm anyone!"
The blue figure imdiately sprang to action and gradually took shape, revealing itself to be a turtle with a peculiar look.
Several parts of its shell were high and bulging, like Bulbasaur, and these scaly patches appeared to be carved out of white jade.
This "Scar Mother" wasn’t covered in sores all over?
"That’s that, I’m leaving."
The Dream slowly returned to chaos.
...
After so ti, Wang Hao opened his eyes and woke up.
The bright sunshine stread in through the window, the dream from last night vivid in his mind.
"It’s already 8 o’clock in the morning." Wang Hao subconsciously thought about playing on his phone but then sothing occurred to him.
"But for the next few days, I can’t play Ga. I’ll consider it a vacation for Comrade Li Qingshan."
"Dinglingling," the phone rang.
A man’s voice ca through: "Heavenly Brother, I’ve booked your plane ticket. You must get to the airport before ten in the morning!"
"I’m on my way!"
Every year from September to October, Old Wang would take a trip to Changbai Mountain, where he had his business—a vast fruit orchard!
Of course, it was just through shares in partnership with friends in the group, coupled with a vacation, enjoying fresh fruit, and savoring so ga.
He would also get to be a fisherman in the Changbai Mountain Heavenly Lake once a year!
Fishing is not just a matter of luck; it’s also about strength.
The temperature in Heavenly Pool is chilly all year round, and there’s even a legend about the Heavenly Lake Monster.
Fish in Heavenly Pool are scarce and hard to catch!
Even soone as lucky as Old Wang, after fishing for half a month, would only catch a dozen or so.
Others would play the role of the air force, which was rather mundane.
Supposedly, so air force mbers couldn’t accept the reality of coming back empty-handed, and each ti, they would buy fresh fish from the market, pretending they had caught them.
In short, the fish in Heavenly Pool are full of Vitality and delicious, not sothing market fish could compare to. The joy of fishing is unparalleled!
"I’m off, heading out... just as Xiaoyue left for school."
"Cultivation and Nourishnt, a retreat from the world’s affairs, begins officially today."
The young boss, with luggage in tow, hailed a Didi and headed to the airport.
One escape, and that would be for over half a month.
...
And in the internet café, two waiting custors ardently awaited the boss’s arrival.
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