After he finished speaking, he ran to the back of the peach tree and took a look. After finding that there was indeed no one, he said unwillingly: "Maybe I was really confused!"

"Okay! Brother Ergou, don't be too nervous. Things like ghosts and gods are not as terrible as you think. Besides, even if there is really something, I'll be in front of you, and I'll be in front of you!"

The fat man came over and comforted Li Ergou for a few words.

"Okay, Fatty, I did not read you wrong."

Li Ergou pounded the fat man's shoulder lightly, and then said, "Fatty, where are we going next? Are we going directly to go home?"

The fat man had already investigated it just now. Since the paper men and horses left, the water surface has returned to its previous calm, and there is no sign of anything.

Originally, Li Ergou was thinking about telling the fat man about what happened in the ancestral hall after the fat man left, and then sneak into the ancestral hall to investigate while the moon was dark and the wind was high.

But when he thought that the Ghost Pile Monument was a secret that my grandfather had to keep desperately, he still endured it.

"Brother Ergou, I think the madman's affairs are just like this. It doesn't make much sense to investigate any further. Why don't we go to Guan Erye's Wusheng Temple to solve the problem of drought?" the fat man suggested.

Li Ergou thought about it, then nodded and agreed.

The problem of small drought is indeed undelayed. If it is delayed for a few more days, even the reservoir in front of the madman's grave will dry up.

By then, the drought will spread to the entire Yangcheng, and all crops will die, and Yangcheng will be in chaos.

Another point is that it has been two days since he returned home, and I wonder how the situation is happening with Sister Baoer?

You know, there is a suspected regional channel for the underground maze of Fengyuan Building. Although Da Piaoliang and Uncle Hu Zi have already arrived at the altar, it is difficult to guarantee that they will not come out to make trouble again.

If someone who has concerns in his heart will involuntarily think of her no matter what he does or whenever he or she does.

Li Ergou is in this state now. He also wants to deal with the dry bait as soon as possible and then go back to Yangcheng.

After the two made a decision, they walked towards the Wusheng Temple two kilometers away.

After they left, the ghost-faced man walked out from behind the madman's grave. He stood quietly in the cold wind, looking at the direction of Li Ergou and the others leaving, wondering what he was thinking.

However, it is strange that the little drought has never come out to make trouble since it disappeared.

If it weren't for the sudden outbreak of a large-scale drought in the entire Yangcheng in the past two days, Li Ergou would have doubted whether the small drought had been taken away by someone.

After all, Uncle San said at that time that an expert was already in charge of Fengyuan Building. At that time, Li Ergou still suspected that the master mentioned by Uncle San would be a fat man.

However, after observing these days, Li Ergou discovered that this possibility is very slim.

The fat man is actually the same as him. Even though he has secrets in his heart, he doesn’t know much more about Fengyuan Building than him.

In other words, the master mentioned by Uncle San has another person.

"Fatty, can Master Guan Er really solve the problem of that little drought?" Li Ergou suddenly asked when he arrived at the Wusheng Temple.

On this evening, when Li Ergou suddenly came to the temple, even though he had seen the ghost several times before, he still felt a sense of fuzz.

"What, Ergou brother, don't you believe what Fatty Master said?" Fatty stopped and asked.

"Fat Master, you know I don't mean that. I just think it's gloomy and scary." Li Ergou explained quickly.

Who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, the fat man laughed: "Brother Ergou, I'm joking with you, why are you taking it seriously?"

After he finished speaking, he pushed open the gate of the Wusheng Temple. Seeing this, Li Ergou had to bite the bullet and follow him.

The architecture of Wusheng Temple is different from other temples. The door god is not painted on its door gods. The reason is that Emperor Guan Sheng himself is very skilled in martial arts and does not need door gods to protect it. After Li Ergou followed the fat man into the temple, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

In the middle, the person enshrined Guan Erye, who held the Qinglong Yanyue Sword in one hand and the Spring and Autumn Sutra in the other hand. Even if it was just a statue of the god, it looked extremely imposing.

On his left, Prince Guan Ping stood, and on the right, he was accompanied by General Zhou Cang.

The entire temple appears solemn and majestic.

"Fat Master, what are you going to do?" Li Ergou asked.

To be honest, when Li Ergou heard that the fat man wanted to ask Mr. Guan to come down to earth and subdue the little drought, he was still a little excited.

Not to mention that Guan Erye was once named "The Emperor of Guan Sheng" and was ranked among the immortal class.

In the Three Kingdoms alone, his image of righteousness and loyalty to the Lord can make people respect themselves.

"Brother Ergou, don't worry, as long as I burn incense and talismans and tell Mr. Guan Er to be in trouble in the world, he will definitely show his holy place in the mortal world and save all people from water and fire." The fat man said confidently.

When Li Ergou heard this, he frowned slightly: "Will the talisman paper burn like the City God last time, but in the end he didn't react?"

"How is that possible?"

The fat man also knew that last time he hired the City God, he made a joke.

As soon as Li Ergou finished speaking, he couldn't wait to say, "The City God is because he is timid and inaction. I will definitely study his book with the King of Hell another day."

Li Ergou raised his eyebrows and did not believe the fat man's words.

But he still said, "Fat Master, since Mr. Guan Er is so powerful, let him clean up the zombies in the underground maze of Fengyuan Building."

Li Ergou said this, but he was selfish.

My father disappeared mysteriously twenty years ago. Over the years, all relatives and friends have kept silent. This has always been a hurdle in his heart.

If the fat man could really invite Mr. Guan Er and collect the zombies in the sarcophagus, it would clear the obstacles for Li Ergou.

After midnight, he can enter the maze again and find out.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the fat man lowered his head rarely, and then said with an awkward look: "Brother Ergou, this may not work."

"Why?" Li Ergou asked.

"Tell you this way, Mr. Guan Er, whom I invited, is not really Mr. Guan Er, but just a divine thought. His skill level is related to Mr. Fatty." The fat man explained.

"According to what you say, you are powerless to the zombies in the sarcophagus?" Li Ergou said unwillingly.

“Not exactly.”

The fat man suddenly raised his head, looked at the location of Dongfang Longhu Mountain, and murmured to himself: "If my master is here, let alone a zombie, it would be no problem to deal with the things in the hell passage."
Chapter completed!