Lush and green all around.

A small path leads to the front of the sparse forest.

No progress targets were seen within the field of view.

Wang Wen took the lead in stepping onto the path and walked forward.

I walked along the path for a while.

Turned a corner.

A charity house appeared in front of me.

That's right, it's the kind of place recorded in ancient books where corpses were temporarily stored in ancient times.

But in fact, the original intention of the charity house was not built specifically for storing corpses.

In ancient times, some of them were poor and some were rich.

Some wealthy families will spend money to run a charity house.

The charity village will include schools, public fields, ancestral halls and other facilities.

It's of use.

But the atmosphere in front of Wang Wen and his party was cold and weird, and there was no one around.

Obviously there is only one purpose.

Get closer.

Even in the scorching sun, there is a chill.

If it were an ordinary person, his scalp would have been numb and his back would have been cold.

But the one standing here is the tower climber.

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Wang Wen nodded and signaled He Ju to go up and knock on the door.

He Qi said he received it.

He kicked the black door away with one kick.

There were several young men stairing in the yard.

He stared at the flying gate in amazement.

The expression on his face seemed to have seen a ghost.

A middle-aged man holding a cigarette pot in his hand walked out of the yard leisurely when he heard the movement.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but feel a little lost.

I held the cigarette holder for a long time and didn't remember to take a sip.

It was not until the middle-aged man got to his senses when his fingers were burned by the heat from the pot.

He smashed the cigarette pot with his heel.

He asked with a serious expression: "I wonder what are the most expensive things for you to come to our charity house?"

Wang Wen looked at the group of people in the yard wearing modern clothes.

The idea of ​​transforming this level into a source of divine power has basically been dispelled in my mind.

Looking at their heads, there was no progress at all.

He even lost the last bit of patience and planned to leave with just a casual remark.

So he spoke directly to the middle-aged man: "Do you believe there are gods in the world? The kind that can help people solve their difficulties."

The words fell.

He had already thought about the reactions of middle-aged people.

Or curse yourself disdainfully and pretend to be a fool and then pull yourself to pay for it.

Or you can laugh at what age you are like a fool and still talk about these things.

Then he still pulled himself to pay.

Anyway, it's losing money.

Modern people have no faith in their eyes, even if they have it, they will worship the God of Wealth.

As the saying goes, feudal superstition sneered at it, and the God of Wealth cannot get up.

Wang Wen didn't think he could have the ability of the God of Wealth.

In a short period of time, a group of strange modern people worship themselves so devoutly.

So after asking as usual, he was going to let He Ju lose money and leave.

As a result, the head was just halfway.
Chapter completed!