Devil Lord, You Lose Your Soul

The child stares at ah Zhi, hears her ask her name, and answers obediently.

"Fubao! My name is Fubao

"Fubao, dear..." The woman holding Fubao thought that the child was talking to herself, so she put out her hand and touched the child's head.

The other people took a look, but they didn't notice the difference.

And ah Zhi is still talking to Fubao.

"Fubao, are you hungry?"

"Hungry." Fubao nodded and looked at the grain on the table.

Fubao's mother touched his head painfully and coaxed him softly: "Fubao, good boy, I'll give you a meal when they've discussed the matter, OK?"

Ah Zhi looked at the food on the table. It was obvious that he couldn't satisfy all these people. He ate it closely with the men, then the children, and finally the women.

Because men will have the strength to work when they are full, and women and children in the family will be able to have another meal.

Ah Zhi also understood this. She suddenly looked at Fubao and didn't speak. She just waved her sleeve and another empty table in the ancestral hall was overturned on the ground with a bang.

It broke into several pieces.

Fubao was stunned at the scene, and cried the next moment, obviously frightened.

Fubao's mother thought he was very hungry, so she hugged him and coaxed him. The adults next to him were even more worried, and the other children cried with him.

There was a lot of noise in the ancestral hall.

And ah Zhi left here before Fubao cried.

Rong Shen follows ah Zhi, watching her leave the village and head for the town which is two mountains away from the village.

She can understand why ah Zhi wants to destroy a table. Wherever the painted skin ghost goes, there will be disaster. The disaster can be big or small. If ah Zhi doesn't destroy something.

As soon as ah Zhi leaves, disaster will surely happen to the people in the ancestral hall.

On the contrary, ah Zhi destroyed a table by himself. It's already happened to Fu Bao that they will be safe.

The more he followed ah Zhi, the more Rong Shen couldn't understand the ghost.

At least, before that, the painted skin ghost was nothing good in her heart.

Paranoid, mixed with strong resentment, but also left so many paintings in the world, to bring disaster to so many people.

When ah Zhi arrived in the town, he went straight to the granary. He packed most of the granary with the sleeve bag of heaven and earth, and then returned to the granary. Before he left, Rong had a deep look at the granary, and his eyes were filled with pity.

This granary is public grain, and there will be guards every day. Almost when ah Zhi took away more than half of the grain, the person in charge of the guards found it and called people to come in panic.

Most of the grain in the granary disappeared out of thin air. Rong Shen didn't know what the people in the county government were going to do. Now she went back to the ancestral hall.

In the open space in front of the ancestral hall, the villagers, who were still worried, looked at the big bag of grain out of thin air. They were stunned for a moment, and then the brave men ran to check it.

"Food! It's all grain! " Exclaimed the man who opened the bag first.

"How can there be food?"

"Is it really grain?"

The other people who heard the man's cry were also indifferent. They ran to each other one after another and looked at each other one after another when they saw that what was really grain in the bag.

After a long time, someone looked at the oldest old man and asked, "this What's going on? "

The old man looked up at the sky and the ancestors who were worshipped behind him. His eyes lit up and he said happily, "it must be the ancestors who showed up! Give us food to tide over the difficulties