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People in Lijia Village were infected with a mysterious disease, and Zhangjia Village thought it was punishment by the river god.

Although it seems to Ning Huanxin that this is simply absurd and ignorant, the people in Zhangjiazhen today seem to have always been willing to believe that they did nothing wrong in everything they did back then.

Ning Huanxin didn't know how to comfort Aunt Zhang. She withdrew from Zhang Yunshu's room. Jiang Lixing had already gone back to rest. There were not many people in the courtyard.

Ning Huanxin simply left the yard alone and walked on the bluestone road in the town with great heart.

Decades ago, Zhangjia Village has now become Zhangjia Town. There are a lot more villagers and the town is gradually prospering.

Ning Huanxin believed that there were souls in this world, but she didn't believe that there was a river **** in that river.

But what is it that caused the people in Lijiacun to contract a serious illness? And what made the people of Zhangjiacun lost their minds and buried a villager alive?

Just fear of the river god? Fear of disease?

As Ning Huanxin walked, she didn't think she had reached the tavern in the town, when she suddenly saw a familiar figure.

It's Wang Nianping!

"Guide Wang!"

Ning Huan called out subconsciously.

Hearing her voice, Wang Nianping's footsteps stopped for a while, and then he turned around and looked helplessly at Ning Huanxin: "How many times have I told you, I'm just an assistant, you can call me Brother Wang. "

Wang Nianping is a very low-key, very professional person, and very humble in the crew.

"Brother Wang."

Ning Huan couldn't help but smiled: "You are not a big director now, you must be in the future, and you are still one of the best in the industry!"

Hearing Ning Huanxin's words, Wang Nianping couldn't help but smile: "You little girl, your mouth is sweet."

"I'm telling the truth, not flattering!"

Ning Huanxin blinked and saw Wang Nianping holding a jug of wine in her hand. She couldn't help but look at it a few more times. As far as she knows, Wang Nianping doesn't drink well, and he doesn't usually drink while filming. .

"Brother Wang, what are you doing? Go drinking?"

Ning Huan asked suspiciously, and when Wang Nianping heard her, he couldn't help but smile mysteriously: "I gave it away. A pot of wine can change a story, so I earned it!"

"Ok?"

Hearing what Wang Nianping said, Ning Huan couldn't help but become curious. She suddenly thought that Wang Nianping had mentioned the burial alive with herself. In other words, he also knew about it, perhaps more than she knew.

Could it be...

Everything he knew was exchanged for a pot of wine?

"Brother Wang, I also like to listen to stories, you take me there!"

Ning Huanxin tilted her head at this time, and turned on the cute mode at Wang Nianping.

Wang Nianping glanced at Ning Huanxin: "Girl, can you drink?"

He doesn't drink well, and he is really not sure to get that person drunk, but if there is one more person, he should be a little bit more sure!

"I'm good at this! My Landian Xiaohuanxin is famous for being not drunk with a thousand cups! Ten thousand cups will not fall!"

Speaking of drinking, Ning Huan Xinlie straightened her back, with an expression on her face.

"Good Le! Wait for me!"

Wang Nianping stuffed the house wine jug in his hand into Ning Huanxin's hands, turned around and went back to the tavern to make two jugs of wine again.

Ning Huanxin:...

Director Wang is really real! Too real!

"Let's go!"

As if he hadn't noticed Ning Huanxin's dazed expression, Wang Nianping carried the flask and asked Ning Huanxin to follow him.