It is said that this crap has counterattacked again!

Chapter 95. The Pharaoh's Visit

"Sister, sister, why did you come here, come with me, it's dangerous here!"

At this time, a hurried cyan figure ran into the wine shop, pulling the snake girl up to go out.

This person is Xiaoqing.

"Uh... who are you, don't disturb my drinking."

The snake girl drank in a daze, and when she saw someone pulling her, she immediately became unhappy, whispered softly, and frowned tightly.

"Sister, let's go, this is Pharaoh's territory, it's dangerous!"

Saying that, Xiaoqing ignored Snake Girl's struggle, pulled her up and walked out.

The snake girl followed Xiaoqing back to the forest in such a daze, but on the bridge beside him, a monk who was counting the big prayer beads had already set his eyes on them.

Time passed quickly, and soon, it was nightfall.

"Son, why did you drink like this?"

The unconscious Xiaoyaozi who was drunk in the wine shop was supported all the way home by his mother.

After pouring three bowls of hangover soup vigorously, Xiaoyaozi woke up.

He opened his eyes abruptly, and found that he was lying on a narrow and rickety wooden bed, covered with an old quilt that had been patched countless times.

"Shan'er, you finally woke up, why did you drink so much all of a sudden, is it because the pressure of the exam is too much?"

Beside him, a stooped old woman was walking towards him tremblingly.

This is probably the mother of the original owner Xu Shan.

"Mom, I'm fine."

After sorting out the chaotic memories in his mind, Xiaoyaozi slowly got up and walked out the door.

This is a poor small village, and every household is covered with dilapidated thatched huts. It was evening, and every household lit a fire, and the whole village was filled with smoke.

Compared with other houses, his house was the most dilapidated. Xiaoyaozi reached out and pulled out a piece of thatch from the roof. The grass broke with a single fold.

It has been many years since the thatch was replaced.

But looking at Mrs. Xu Shan's faltering steps, it can be known that she must have leg problems and it is inconvenient to move.

"Xu Shan, Xu Shan, you are really an unfilial son!"

Looking at the eyes of the old woman who never left her body, Xiaoyaozi complained silently, and planned to go up the mountain tomorrow to get a new batch of thatch.

Thinking about it, Xiaoyaozi sat quietly on a big rock at the door, looking at the starry sky.

He was thinking about why he came here for no reason and what his purpose was.

"Son, it's time to eat."

At this time, the old woman walked slowly behind him, cautiously.

Xiaoyaozi walked back to the house as he said, sat on the rickety chair, looked at the blackened wild vegetables cooked in front of him, and felt mixed feelings in his heart.

"Shan'er, do you have something on your mind?" Looking at Xiaoyaozi who was struggling to eat in front of her, the old woman was heartbroken.

"It's okay." Xiaoyaozi forced a smile with difficulty, thinking that this dish is too bad!
"It's fine, you don't have to worry about things at home, you can just study at ease..."

Seeing this, the old woman breathed a sigh of relief.

After eating a meal with their own thoughts, Xiaoyaozi just felt extremely bored. He picked up an old book that Xu Shan had flipped through, but Xiaoyaozi found that he had no intention of reading it at all.

It's the same for another one.

In fact, there are not many books written by Xu Shan, mainly more than a dozen, such as "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", "The Doctrine of the Mean"...

I don't know which dynasty these books are from, anyway, Xiaoyaozi has never read them.But it is the compulsory content of Xu Shan's exam, the kind that needs to be memorized and learned thoroughly.

After watching for less than a quarter of an hour, Xiaoyaozi fell asleep.

"Maybe I'm really not a material for reading." In his sleep, he murmured in a low voice.

"Silly boy, why are you talking nonsense again? You said the day before yesterday that studying is your life."

On the side, the old woman silently covered him with a piece of clothing.

In the early morning of the next day, Xiaoyaozi opened his sleepy eyes, faced the rising sun, stepped on the morning breeze, picked up the sickle that was missing at home, hummed a song and went up the mountain to cut thatch.

On the table was the porridge with wild vegetables carefully prepared by the old lady, smelling the slight bitterness in the porridge, Xiaoyaozi lost his appetite, and planned to go up the mountain to catch some hares.

Coming here, Xiaoyaozi's previous life memories are gone, and the useful memories of this life are also gone. The only thing he has is his ability.

Going up the mountain, Xiaoyaozi quickly caught several hares, cut a large load of thatch, and happily went down the mountain.

"Boy, hand over what's in your hand!"

As soon as he reached the top of the mountain, Xiaoyaozi heard an extremely arrogant reprimand.

In front of him stood three or four young gangsters all dressed in rough clothes. The one in the middle was wearing cotton clothes, probably the leader.

"Ah."

Xiaoyaozi smiled, raised his legs, and those little kids all flew to the side of the haystack.

"Ouch..."

"You, you nerd dare to hit me, just wait and see!"

The little bastards fell into the haystack, and the thorns in the grass successfully pierced their skin. The few people exclaimed in pain, turned and ran to the village.

In my memory, the boy in padded clothes should be the stupid son of the landlord's family. On weekdays, relying on his father's status in the village, he always shouted and shouted at the poor villagers, and did a lot of things like gathering people to rob him.

A cowardly child like this deserves a spanking.

Xiaoyaozi disdainful, whistled and left.

Xiaoyaozi happily walked home. Suddenly, he saw a monk standing at the door of his house. At this time, the monk was staring at him.

This look made him very uncomfortable.

"Son, come here!"

The old woman was very happy to see Xiaoyaozi, and ran towards him with a limp.

"Don't worry, mother, what's the matter?"

Xiaoyaozi hurriedly helped the old woman into the house.

The monk behind also entered the house.

"Xu Shan, do you know her?"

The monk was refreshing. Seeing Xiaoyaozi sitting still, he immediately took out a portrait of a woman and unfolded it slowly.

The woman in the painting is dressed in white, with a bright smile, and she looks like a fairy.

This person was the woman who drank with him yesterday, who seemed to be an old friend.

"Wow, this painting skill is really good, which artist painted it?"

Immediately, a gleam of color appeared in Xiaoyaozi's eyes. This painting skill is really amazing. Looking at the charming eyes, the outline is as real as it is.

"In the past few years, the snake demon has been rampant in our West Lake area many times, you should have heard of it.

The woman who drank with you yesterday is none other than the thousand-year-old snake demon, A Su.

Today she is haunting the wine shop again, these few days you find a way to get her drunk, and we will be responsible for collecting the net, the benefits will be indispensable to you. "

After speaking, the monk took out two taels of silver from his pocket and put it on the table.

"Son, have you come into contact with a monster?"

Hearing this, and thinking of Xu Shan who never drank, he was so drunk yesterday, the old woman seemed to understand everything, and looked at Xiaoyaozi who was as calm as a mountain in front of her in horror.

"It's good, good, madam, don't panic, this poor monk will definitely deal with it."

The old monk smiled and comforted the old woman.

As for Xiaoyaozi, at this moment he was staring closely at the exquisite painting on the table, and that black figure flashed in his mind again.

"Okay, I'll go later."

Xiaoyaozi put away the painting directly, and after the monk left, he whistled leisurely and changed the thatch of the house.

He faintly remembered that he seemed to have come here to cross the catastrophe, maybe he would leave here soon, this thatched cottage was probably the last gift he left here.

Under the eaves, the old woman sighed silently as she looked at her son who had changed from usual.

My son is finally not just studying, and he doesn't know whether it is good or bad.

Soon after the refurbishment of the thatched hut was completed, Xiaoyaozi walked all the way to the wine shop yesterday with the vague memory in his mind.

(End of this chapter)