"Then I won't hide it from you. The factory collapsed, people died, and the person who ran the factory lost a lot of money and ran away."

After saying that, he clasped his hands, because he knew that this was the beginning of the tragedy in Yaoshan.

"later……

Later, people who didn’t know where they came from suddenly started hunting in the mountains. Of course the people in our village wanted to stop them, but we didn’t hold on for long. How could we compare to those armed people, not to mention those people were so powerful and elusive.”

Thinking of those people, the corners of the village chief's eyes were bloodshot at some point.

"What's more, there are people in the village who are cooperating, right?"

The old man looked at the sinking black tea leaves in the teacup in front of him, as if he was not talking about the village chief's business.

"You, why do you say that!"

The village chief Liu Yahe's tone became a little stiff, and he immediately stood up nervously to pour water.

Shang Huaijin looked at his gold ring, smiled and told him to pay attention to it: "Well, the things you catch while hunting should be very precious."

Finally, Liu Yahe stopped moving.

The old man knew that he had guessed correctly.

He continued to ask: "The things you hunt include a bird and a different animal like a donkey, right?"

Liu Yahe gasped. The thermos bottle he was holding suddenly fell out of his hand. Surprised, he closed his eyes and waited for the pain to come. But he never heard the sound of falling to the ground.

Looking down, the old man unexpectedly walked up to him and caught the water bottle with one hand.

"Be careful."

Smiling, he still had the energy to comfort Liu Yahe.

Liu Yahe was stunned. The old man in front of him clearly looked older than Old Chen. Wasn't he sitting across from him just now? When did he come here...

The village chief swallowed, remembering the red-headed document, his legs softened, and he sat back on the sofa.

Gritting his teeth, he lowered his head and murmured: "I know I deserve to die, but I don't have it anymore..."

Speaking of this, Shang Huaijin actually didn't mean to force him. After all, he didn't come here just for that matter. The subsequent situation was the focus.

"I'm not blaming you, but I want to know: How many such creatures are there in the mountains now, and what happened to Yaoshan Mountain?!"

The village chief shook his head sadly, with a cry in his voice: "No way, nothing can happen!

After what happened three years ago, people in the mountains didn’t know what was going on. In the past, the mountain spring water was sweet, but now drinking it makes me sick! We used to farm in the mountains without using pesticides, but then we couldn’t grow anything. There were insect infestations everywhere and pesticides in the fields.

It is used more and more every year! Which family now dares to eat vegetables grown at home?

Most of the young people left, went to work in the city and never came back. Many houses were deserted, and many of their children were taken away. There are only a few elderly people who are unwilling to leave and are sticking around. Just like Lao Chentou..."

"That old village party secretary?"

Shang Huaijin did not doubt the old man Chen's dedication to this land. He was shocked that the mountains were dying so quickly.

Liu Yahe nodded. After that, he kept holding his head and leaned on the dusty sofa with some pain.

I don't know if I'm crying or reminiscing.

After a while, he suddenly raised his head, grabbed Shang Huaijin's hand as if in a daze, and asked him: "Tell me, what did we offend the mountain god?

It's useless even if the Mountain God Festival is held, and it won't protect us.

It says we need to control pollution. Where is the pollution? I can’t see the source! We’ve done everything we should do, so why are we still acting like this? You say..."

…

After that, he just muttered to himself, and probably didn't say anything useful.

Shang Huaijin's memories ended here, but he still wanted to ask Yi Ruchang what he thought.

Turning around, he found that Yi Ruchang, whose mouth was full of meat, didn't even raise his head. The young man Mo Li was probably very hungry. At this time, he was embarrassed and did not stop using his chopsticks.

In a rolling pot, two pairs of chopsticks kept moving up and down.

"I didn't expect Jiang You's rabbit to be so delicious. Hey, you pick up my beef tongue! Let go."

Look at my chopstick skills, Daxia Yi.

"No!"

Mo Li stubbornly endured the pain and put the cow's tongue into his mouth. As usual, a hungry tiger pounced on it and tore his mouth open.

"Okay! Let's serve three more plates each, so you don't have to worry about running out of food, okay?"

The old man interrupted the two of them in time. After all, before he took action, the two of them were bleeding profusely internally.

"That's pretty much it."

After listening to Shang Huaijin's solution, Yi Ruchang sat back with satisfaction and continued to conquer the pig brains in the bowl.

Oops, how can the oil dish be so charming? No matter what is hot in the hot pot, just add half a bowl of sesame oil, a pinch of coriander, chopped green onion, a spoonful of minced garlic, and one or two drops of vinegar, no more.

Just a drop or two.

This taste, oh, so delicious!

Xilihulu was just a meal. After eating, he wiped his mouth and beard with satisfaction. In anticipation of the next round, he said impatiently: "So, you haven't answered me yet about what you saw."

Professor Shang helplessly shook his head: "Since the villagers can't trust me, then I can't see anything."

Recalling the disgusted looks of those villagers, the old man couldn't help but sigh.

"So you see, I have just found this way in the past two days. I want to collect the remaining auras of the gods or mountain gods around me and ask what's going on."

"Only that one, you haven't caught it yet."

The ruthless complaints from Yi Ruchang hit the old man's heart unexpectedly. The old man's hand shook, but he had no choice but to put it down.

Should he put more things in his mouth?

He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I am really old. I only have clichés in my mind, which are useless."

The old man actually didn't feel too regretful. After all, it didn't matter whether he could find something or not. It was the fate of the mountain god. People can't always be persistent.

She moved her head silently and lovingly, and her ears moved slightly.

It's listening.

After flipping the hot pot, not knowing what he was fishing for, Yi Ruchang said, "It's a pity that you can't catch the mountain god."

Shang Huaijin frowned slightly. He had rescued so many homeless and seriously injured angels, or harmless spirits, and never gave up easily.

Even if it's just a handful of old bones, even if it's someone else's life, he still has to finish what he can do.

"Perhaps, it's not completely impossible. Comrade Yi may not know that I know an old man who is good at pinching and calculating. He seems to have some skills in this area. Perhaps, we can let him think of a way."

He poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Yi Ruchang.

Glancing at the clear drink, Yi Ruchang raised his head: "What do you want me to do?"

Since he agreed, it would be easy to handle. The old man nodded: "Little comrade, if you trust the old guys once, then we will find some breakthrough. You have given me hope, and we will work together for the rest!"

Mo Li carefully pushed Yi Ruchang underneath.

Yi Ruchang glanced at him sideways and smiled: "It's not easy for us to go into the mountains..."

The three of them looked at each other.

Shang Huaijin touched the red-headed document in the bag and smiled like the leader's profile picture on Baidu Encyclopedia: "I forgot who I am following now."

"Then come from the mountains and go back to the mountains!"

The hot pot was boiling, and Yi happily picked up the shrimp sliders as usual, humming a song, and took a spoon and poured it down one by one.
Chapter completed!