Badibila, the rebuilt Panshen Village.

The sudden attack of the Earth-Dragon Demon Worm did not cause any substantial blow to Panshen Village. Perhaps, most people are used to separation from life and death.

Compared with the tragedy of the entire village being destroyed at every turn, only a small half of the people died in the village today, which is enough to be considered good news.

What the survivors need to do is to rescue the materials and materials that can still be used from the ruins and select new places to rebuild their homes.

So, when San Enniberdin was smashing the last wooden post into the soil, Garcia was looking at him against the post.

"If you don't mind, maybe you can come and have a hand." San Jing was naked and letting the sweat slide down her skin, dripping onto the slightly wet land under her feet.

This land had been dewormed in advance, driving away the snakes, insects, rats and ants living here, and also cleaned up the weeds attached to the surface.

Although there is no shortage of extraordinary people in Panshen Village, how to relocate the village and rebuild the home is still a troublesome.

Especially when choosing new accommodation and finding clean water sources, these two are almost the top priority in Badibila and cannot tolerate any sloppyness.

Therefore, until now, Panshen Village has officially embarked on the process of reconstruction.

However, for some reason, Garcia did not leave after receiving her reward, but instead stayed in Panshen Village, watching the simple village build up again from scratch from the perspective of a bystander.

Listening to San's invitation, Garcia hesitated and shook her head and refused his request, "I think I'd better just look at it."

"Then you should leave this." San shrugged, "If I were you, I wouldn't stay here. Don't forget that every day I stay in Badibilari is consuming my life."

No matter how hard you try to avoid it, as long as you live in Badibilari for a period of time, you will always be infected with the aura of cult, which is nothing more than the amount.

Even if you have to come to Badibila, most people will choose to accomplish their goals as soon as possible and then leave in a hurry.

Only those who are ready to stay in Badibila for the rest of their lives will not mind the intoxication of the aura of cult.

Moreover, in Badibila, even the most common food and drinking water are more expensive.

Waste of food and water is indeed a very shameful act here.

"I want to stay for a few more days," Garcia looked around, looking at the people walking among the prototypes of many houses, and looking at the extraordinary people walking with huge trees, a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

He hadn't seen such a lively scene for a long time. The last time he saw a similar scene was when their tribe was about to make a transition.

At that time, his father would always sound the horn, and there would also be priests worshipping God dancing to worship God, and there would be professional drummers waving drumsticks as thick as adults' thighs and beating heavy drums as big as doors.

They prepared to the sound of the horns, drove away the beasts in the sound of heavy drums, and settled back home in the sound of the horns.

Until now, Garcia still remembers the altar full of white candles, the priest's seemingly meaningless call in the morning, and the father holding up his horn.

Before he knew it, he had left the North for a long time.

It was so long that he had already walked from the north to Badibila.

When we leave, it is the season when the snow melts in early spring.

And now, before we knew it, it was spring again.

I just don’t know if the spring cold in my hometown is still as cold as usual…

Thinking of this, Garcia couldn't help but look down at her chest, her eyes calm.

"If you want to live in the village, there is no way," San misunderstood Garcia's thoughts and whispered: "As long as you can find a woman for God Pan, he will allow you to live in the village and enjoy his blessing."

"woman?"

Garcia raised his eyebrows. Although he had indeed heard all kinds of secrets about Pan during the days he stayed in the village, he really didn't know why Pan was so fascinated by women.

Although he didn't think there was anything wrong with this, it was heard that the woman who was favored by Pan Shen seemed to fall into some uncontrollable madness?

"This is the easiest way..." Sang looked at Garcia deeply, "You can just think of this village as Panshen Village, because everyone is enjoying the blessing of Panshen."

"I'm just curious, why does he need women so much?"

Sang looked around casually, put the beam that he was originally planning to carry back to the ground, walked to Garcia, and whispered: "Some things you don't need to know. This thing is also a secret in the village. Everyone is taboo about this matter, it's best to forget this idea."

"Then why can he eliminate the aura of cult?" Garcia stomped the ground under her feet.

This deliberately selected land was originally covered with a thin layer of cult aura, and new cult auras will sprout from time to time.

However, the day after Pan Shen took action, overnight, the entire area and even the nearby land contained in the cult aura was completely wiped out.

In his spare time, Garcia has studied it.

The soil in Badibila itself does not contain the aura of cult. After taking the soil off the ground, the aura of cult in the soil will dissipate.

Rather than saying that the soil contains the aura of cult, it is better to say that the concept of "earth" itself contains the aura of cult, and soil is just a carrier of its concept.

Sang Tibetan's eyes narrowed slightly behind the plump hair, looked at Garcia slightly, and then shook his head again: "This is also a secret, you should know that this is the secret belonging to Lord Pan Shen himself."

"But you obviously know." Garcia didn't give San a chance to change the subject at all, and then said, "Isn't it? The loyal apostate of the Sword of the Sky?"

"You should be glad, glad that my mood has become much calmer, and that you are not a cultist..." San Ennibertin, the investigator of the Sword of the Sky, said: "Otherwise, with your words, I should have killed you."

"It seems that the doctrine of the Hanging Sword is not this?"

"Ha..." Sang slowly straightened his back in front of him, with a flash of splendor in his eyes, "Garcia, maybe you can't understand, but what I believe in is the real hanging sword, and what I believe in is the pure hanging sword."

As he said this, his words inevitably felt a little lonely and unwilling, "But what's the use of this..."

At this moment, a gust of cold wind blew by, causing Garcia and San to shivered.

Logically speaking, both of them are extraordinary, which is enough to block out the ordinary heat and cold.

But this chill seemed to come from the bottom of their hearts, which naturally aroused their inner fear.

So, they subconsciously looked at them, but saw that everyone around them stopped their work and looked straight at somewhere.

In the eyes of everyone, a figure quietly approached.

"Where is God Pan, Vlad looks for him."
Chapter completed!