At Wang Simin's words, Ning Yue and the others naturally felt that something was wrong; Han Sanqian's life and death were unknown, yet she was bringing up the bet at this time. However, it was understandable when they thought that she was a friend of three thousand, and that three thousand was now unaccounted for, so she found it hard to accept it for a while.
"Young warrior Han died with the demon to save our village, whether there is a bet or not, the people of my village will definitely be grateful. The old village chief said without hesitation.
"Good, painful." Wang Simin's words fell, and then, feeling a piece of paper from his sleeve, he handed it to the old village chief.
The old village chief gave Wang Simin a puzzled look, and then, only then did he hurriedly open the slip of paper.
However, as soon as he opened the slip of paper, the old village chief was so shocked that even the slip of paper in his hand could not help but fall to the ground.
Lei Gong and a group of other village elders looked at the paper that had fallen to the ground, which was slightly open, and on it, a design appeared.
Ning Yue and the others couldn't quite see exactly what the pattern on it looked like, however, the group of old men behind the old village chief were almost as shocked as the old village chief, almost equally.
"Who the hell are you ......?" The old village chief snapped his head up and looked at Wang Simin in panic.
Wang Simin's face did not change: "Old village chief, willing to bet to lose, isn't it? You won't go back on your word, will you?"
The old village chief was furious, but, on second thought, he nodded, "Thunderbolt."
"Village Chief, such things must not be handed over to others." Lei Gong hurriedly discouraged.
"Yes, Village Chief, this thing must never be handed over to outsiders."
On the side, several old men also tried to persuade.
"The people of my village will be those who keep their promises, how can they renege on their promises?" The old village chief shouted in discontent.
"The bet was that Han Qianqian would return with the Yellow Sand Monster, or Han Qianqian would return by killing the Yellow Sand Monster. Now, the Yellow Sand Monster is dead, but Han Qianqian has not returned, so this bet may not be a bet that we have lost, ah." Lei Gong said.
"It is precisely because Han Qianqian failed to return and used his life to rid us of the scourge that we should all the more meet their demands, which is not reasonable but is a matter of feeling." The old village chief burst out.
At these words, several old men looked at each other and stopped speaking.
"All right, my mind is made up, no need for any more words, Lei Gong, go and fetch something." The old village chief said firmly.
Lei Gong sighed, nodded and turned towards the outside of the house.
Ning Yue and the others looked at me and I looked at you, and for a moment they were speechless.
Within a few moments, Lei Gong's side came back with quick steps, with an additional object covered with a black cloth in his hand.
The old village chief nodded and looked at Wang Simin: "Miss, this is what you want."
Looking at what was brought to them, the villagers murmured, even they were not at all sure what it was that was brought out.
As they did so, there was no need for Ning Yue and the others to say any more, as they all looked at the things in Lei Gong's hand, quite strange.
They really did not understand how Wang Simin could ask for something at this time, and even more so, what it was that Wang Simin wanted, so much so that the village chief and a group of old men were collectively dumbfounded.
How could a person who had come from afar and had never met him know what was in the village?
This was really strange and hard to understand.
Wang Simin glanced at the old village chief and nodded, his hand slightly raised, then, directly pulled open the black cloth above the thing.
As the black cloth was violently opened, dust filled the air, and at the same time, what was hidden under the black cloth was revealed to everyone at once ......