For several days.

Time passes quickly.

In the village at the foot of the mountain, the Zhang family was originally the poorest.

Today.

Zhang Heng went to Hushan to practice cultivation, leaving early and returning late.

Every time I come back, I either bring a hare or a pheasant.

Seven days in a row.

Everyone's mouths were full of oil after eating, and the third sister, who was originally as skinny as a stick, had a little more color on her face.

Just as Zhang Heng felt.

Things will continue to develop like this.

Early in the morning.

A burst of crying broke the calm.

"Who's out there?"

The third sister is feeding chickens in the yard.

As I was feeding, I seemed to hear crying outside the door.

"Um?"

The door opens.

Sister Zhang took a closer look.

Enter the eyes.

Standing at the door was a little girl dressed in black and crying.

"you..."

The third sister was about to ask who you are. As she spoke, she saw a pair of tiger ears on the little girl's head.

A moment.

The third sister's heart skipped a beat.

A little girl of seven or eight years old, dressed in black and wearing tiger ears.

Isn't this the little tiger my fourth brother talked about?

"elder sister..."

Hu Mengmeng wiped her eyes with her sleeves and sobbed: "Is this Zhang Heng's house?"

"Yes, yes..." The third sister swallowed, with a trembling tone in her voice: "You, you are the little mountain god on the mountain?"

Hu Mengmeng nodded with tears in her eyes.

"Mengmeng, why are you here?"

Zhang Heng is lighting a fire in the backyard.

He came immediately after hearing the noise in front of him.

"Zhang Heng..."

Saw Zhang Heng.

Hu Mengmeng cried immediately: "The statue collapsed."

"The statue collapsed!"

Zhang Heng was stunned for a moment: "Your father..."

Hu Mengmeng nodded while crying.

See her like this.

Zhang Heng fell into silence.

He had long realized that something was wrong with Hushan God's situation.

Before, he saw that the statue of the god was dim and dull, and he could not even use the statue to show his holiness. He guessed that the Hushan God was either seriously injured or in danger.

"Zhang Heng, father, he, he..."

Hu Mengmeng sobbed: "Did you die?"

Zhang Heng did not answer.

But everyone with a discerning eye knows that the statue is the second body of the god and will not collapse for no reason.

Thinking of the Hushan God's conquest of Beihai and the crusade against the Star Sect, it is no accident that the Hushan God was ambushed and died on the battlefield.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Zhang Heng said nothing.

Hu Mengmeng cried like a human being because she also guessed the ending.

"If you don't cry, if you don't cry, you will cry like a little cat." Seeing Hu Mengmeng crying non-stop, the third sister's motherly nature overflowed, and she hurriedly held Hu Mengmeng in her arms.

But how can this be coaxed well?

Hu Mengmeng cried so hard that she was out of breath, with runny nose and tears.

"The child may be a good child, but his life is miserable."

Zhang Heng shook his head slightly.

Pointing out a finger, it hit Hu Mengmeng's forehead.

The cute tiger tilted its head.

In the blink of an eye, he lost his human body, turned back into the appearance of a little white tiger, and fell asleep in the arms of the third sister.

"Third sister."

"The God of Hushan is currently on an expedition to Beihai under orders from the imperial court."

"The statue collapsed. If nothing else, the God of Hushan should have died in the battle."

Zhang Heng gave a few words of warning and then said: "Let's put Mengmeng on the bed first. I'll go to Hushan and bring something back."

The third sister nodded like she was pecking at rice.

He carried Hu Mengmeng into the house.

Zhang Heng was not in a hurry to leave.

Instead, he walked around the house twice, opened his mouth and spit out a cloud of white mist.

This white mist is also magical.

It is divided into two channels, one on the left and one on the right, flying around the eaves.

After flying around for a few times, it turned into a pale white Tai Chi diagram, landed upside down over the Zhang family's old house, and then disappeared without a trace.

tread...

Done all this.

Zhang Heng stepped lightly on the ground and disappeared without a trace.

When you show up again.

Already standing outside the Tiger Temple.

"really."

Zhang Heng looked up.

It was as if an earthquake had occurred in the Tiger Temple. The original palace buildings collapsed in pieces.

He bent down and walked into the hall.

The statue of Hushan God was completely shattered from the waist up, and even the pair of black maces held in the hands of the statue lay on the ground as if no one cared about it.

"Come, come, come..."

Zhang Heng used the summoning method and waved gently to the black mace.

The next second.

The black mace flew upside down from the ground, landed in his hand, and soon became the size of a toothpick.

Zhang Heng put away his ace and continued walking inside.

Not long after.

When he came to the inner hall, he repeated his old trick and turned the spiritual jade platform into the size of a cigarette box, and put it into his pocket along with the black mace.

"The Ghost Token!"
To be continued...