Wang Simin's words, Ningyue and others naturally felt something was wrong. Han Sanqian's life and death were unknown, but she brought up a bet at this time. However, thinking that she was Sanqian's friend, Sanqian's whereabouts were unknown, she could not accept it for a while, but she could understand it.

"Hao Xia Han died with the demon in order to save the village. Whether there is a bet or not, the people in my village should be extremely grateful. Don't say anything, even if it takes my life, you can take it away at any time." The old village chief said without hesitation.

"Okay, please feel free." After Wang Simin finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper from his cuff and handed it to the old village chief.

The old village chief looked at Wang Simin in confusion, and then quickly opened the note.

However, when the note was opened, the old village chief was shocked, and even the note in his hand fell to the ground.

Lei Gong and other old men in the village couldn't help but look at the paper that fell to the ground. The paper sheet was slightly opened, and a pattern appeared on it.

Ningyue and others couldn't see the specific appearance of the pattern on it, but the old men behind the old village chief were almost as shocked as the old village chief.

"You...who are you?" The old village chief suddenly looked up and looked at Wang Simin in panic.

Wang Simin's expression remained unchanged: "Old village chief, are you willing to accept the loss by betting, aren't you? You won't go back on your word, right?"

The old village chief was immediately angry, but, after a while, he nodded: "Thunder Lord."

"The village chief, you should not hand over such things to others." Lei Gong hurriedly persuaded him.

"Yes, village chief, this thing must not be handed over to outsiders."

On the side, several old men also urged them.

"The people in my village must be those who keep their promises. How can they betray their faith?" the old village chief shouted dissatisfied.

"The bet is that Han Sanqian wants to come back with the yellow sand monster, or Han Sanqian kills the yellow sand monster and returns. Now, the yellow sand monster is dead, but Han Sanqian has not returned. This bet may not be that we lost." Lei Gongdao.

"It is precisely because Han Sanqian failed to come back that he used his life to replace us with disasters that we should meet their requirements more. This is unreasonable, but it is affectionate." The old village chief said angrily.

After a while, several old men looked at each other and stopped talking.

"Okay, I have decided, there is no need to say anything, Lei Gong, go get things." The old village chief said firmly.

Lei Gong sighed, nodded, and turned around and walked out of the house.

Ningyue and others are looking at me, and I look at you, and I feel speechless for a moment.

After a moment, Lei Gong rushed back quickly and had an extra thing covered with black cloth in his hand.

The old village chief nodded and looked at Wang Simin: "Miss, this is what you want."

Looking at the things brought by the villagers, the villagers were talking, and even they didn't know what they were brought by the things.

They did this, and Ningyue and others didn't need to say much. They all looked at the things in Lei Gong's hands, which was quite strange.

They really didn't understand why Wang Simin asked for things at this time, and they didn't understand what Wang Simin wanted, which made the village chief and a group of old men collectively lose their luster.

A man who has never been masked from afar can know what is in this village?!

This is really strange and difficult to understand.

Wang Simin glanced at the old village chief and nodded, raised his hand slightly, and then pulled away the black cloth on the thing directly.

As the black cloth was suddenly opened, while the dust filled the air, the things hidden under the black cloth were immediately exposed in front of everyone...
Chapter completed!