Crying Brothers: The Little Sister We Hate Is Actually a Bigshot

Chapter 157: Meeting Again

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

The next day, Ming Ze brought Ji Jing up the mountain. Before they even saw the local god, they found Bai Wang.

“Bai Wang? Why are you here?” Ji Jing had just entered the familiar sinkhole when she saw a bright orange color high up in the sky.

The old mountain god’s residence was now covered in ruins. The tall pillars had collapsed into the ground, becoming a paradise for fungi and moss.

The only thing that allowed people to see the grandeur and glory of the past was a tall screen wall. Vines and moss covered half of the wall, and the carvings on it were already blurry. But now, it was more convenient for people to climb.

Bai Wang was lying on the top of the screen wall, crossing his legs to empty himself. When he heard the sound, he turned around in confusion.

He looked down from above and quickly noticed Ji Jing and Ming Ze.” I’m hiding. On the contrary, I should be the one asking for your questions. My sister asked you to find someone?”

However, he quickly denied himself. ” That shouldn’t be. Didn’t I tell her this time?”

“We’re not here for you, we’re here for the local god.”Ji Jing stepped over the gravel and the wood and raised her head to ask him. “Is the local god in the temple now?”

Ji Jing suddenly remembered that she had forgotten to inform the local god in advance and started to feel vexed. If he went to the Thousand Treasures Manor or went out, then he would have made a wasted trip.

“He’s here.” Fortunately, Bai Wang gave an affirmative answer.

He sat up and jumped down from the thick vines, landing right in front of the two of them.

“What are you looking for him for? The land said that he’s been a little empty recently. If you want to ask him for help, don’t even think about it.” Bai Wang couldn’t help but frown when he said this, and an inexplicable sense of frustration welled up in his heart.

Because the local god’s tone when he said this to him was very much like an old man who was giving his funeral.

Wasn’t he a god? Why did he look like he was about to die? The local god had never been so weak before. It was so obvious that even Bai Wang, who did not know the inside story, sensed that something was wrong.

“He used spiritual energy. A lot of spiritual energy.” Ming Ze judged with certainty.

A few days ago, Ji Jing had given the incense to the ground. Normally, she would not fall into a weak state so quickly.

Unless he used some large-scale spell that consumed too much spiritual power.

The local god was clearly aware of his own situation. He clearly wanted to continue existing, so what was worth it for him to pay so much?

Ji Jing thought to herself as she told Bai Wang about the local god in a few words.

Bai Wang could be said to be the opportunity for the local god to step onto the path of becoming a god. If the local god was really going to disappear one day, Bai Wang should have the right to know.

Ji Jing could tell that although Bai Wang was very stubborn, he still cared about the local god. Every time he had something on his mind, he would run up the mountain.

When Bai Wang heard that the local god was going to disappear, his face changed. He turned around and rushed to the temple.

“Why didn’t he tell me about this?!” Bai Wang complained anxiously as he walked. No wonder the local god spoke in that tone just now. He wouldn’t only see empty houses when he returned to the temple, right?!

Bai Wang was very familiar with this forest. With him leading the way, Ji Jing and Ming Ze’s journey was much smoother than last time.

“Don’t worry. We’ve already found a way to save him. He’ll be fine.” “And you’re here too,” Ji Jing consoled. “If you pay your respects to him once, he’ll be able to last a little longer.”

“He better be.” Bai Wang gritted his teeth as he rushed forward. Soon, he arrived at the entrance of the ruined temple.

“Land! You…” Bai Wang pushed open the door decisively. His strength was so strong that Ji Jing was worried that the broken temple would collapse.

Fortunately, the local god was sitting in the hall and was still in the mood to make tea. Other than the fact that his complexion was a little worse than the last time Ji Jing saw him, there was nothing strange about him.

“Me?” The local god looked at Bai Wang, who had barged in, and Ji Jing, who was panting. Oh, and the big demon behind him, who was not to be trifled with.

“You guys…ls there something you need from me?” He carefully put down the teacup.

Bai Wang rolled his eyes in annoyance, turned his head and sat on the threshold speechlessly. “I’m fine!” Worrying for nothing, he said that this old man would not be easily harmed.

The local god looked left and right. What was going on? He had just received a new offering and was happily making a cup of tea to celebrate..