Even if you belong to a demonic sect, you still have to bring glory to the country.

Chapter 252 Out of place
Amon listened to a few words with a dazed look in his eyes.

It looks similar, but not quite.

They are just similar in wording.

Perhaps after a thousand years, things have changed a lot.

Moreover, this couldn't possibly be her hometown.

She was quite happy when she arrived, but once she entered the village, Sheng Daizhen noticed that she wasn't in a good mood.

I thought she just didn't like this kind of place.

He then said, "This place might be a bit old..."

In fact, there are still quite a few villages like this in China.

“No,” Amon shook his head and said, “I was just thinking about my hometown.”

She had seen far more dilapidated and backward places; this place was already ten times richer and more prosperous than her hometown.

Amon once lived in a foreign tribe, but as such, he has likely been assimilated into the modern Chinese nation.

At that time, they lived deep in the mountains and forests. Besides maintaining the traditions of the tribe, what impressed Amon the most was that most people in the tribe did not live a good life.

They have enough meat thanks to their own skills, and they can also grow vegetables.

But there was a shortage of flour and rice.

In those days, staple foods were scarce everywhere.

The tribe did not interact with outsiders, and Amon was never allowed to leave the tribe from childhood.

Ever since she became a Gu body, she's been even less capable.

Amon didn't have a very deep impression of his parents either.

Because the Gu body is a sacred existence of the tribe, even one's own parents must worship it.

At that time, Amon did not understand. She was forced to live separately from her parents when she was still young, and every time she saw them, they were like strangers.

Later, the people of the Great Liang Dynasty discovered the tribes and their traditions.

They learned of the mystery and power of the Gu body and wanted to take her away.

Her parents died while covering her escape.

Amon only realized after coming into this world that many things are not so obvious, and that the elders who raised her as a Gu worm from childhood were not good people.

But what could she possibly understand given that she was born into such an environment?

She doesn't hate them, and sometimes she misses them.

But her memories of them were indeed fading.

Are you hungry?

Sheng Daizhen called out to Amon, who was leaning against the window looking at the scenery, "If you're hungry, I can ask them to get you something to eat."

There were no guesthouses in the village, so Shengdai found a family with decent conditions and paid them to stay for one night.

These are all rural villages, mostly inhabited by elderly people. It's not easy to find someone who can speak some Mandarin to communicate with.

It was afternoon, and she had just put her things down, preparing to take Amon on a tour of the village that afternoon.

Pretend to be a writer who is gathering writing material.

They can also inquire about the murderer they caught.

However, Amon had been absent-minded ever since she entered the village, which made Sheng Dai a little worried, thinking that she was suffering from acclimatization problems.

She was afraid that something would happen to the little girl if she brought her out, and then she wouldn't be able to explain herself.

"Not hungry."

Amon glanced downstairs.

Because of Amon's blue eyes and mixed-race features, the village children thought she was a foreigner. Two of the children, with runny noses, came over and looked up at Amon upstairs.

Sheng Daizhen stepped forward from behind and asked, "If you're not hungry, would you like to come with me for a walk around the village?" The two plainclothes officers should be looking for a house to stay in the village by now.

The village is actually not small, but the houses are not very neat and orderly. There are at least a hundred households along the winding road.

Some of them built small bungalows.

But there are clearly not many young people.

Amon nodded and stood up: "Then let's go."

The two of them went downstairs together. The village was not small, and it was winding and the road was not straight; there were ups and downs.

The road is fairly smooth and looks quite new, probably because it was recently renovated.

Sheng Daizhen led A Meng, wearing a simple denim jacket and sweater. It was early spring, and Guicheng was still a bit chilly. Sheng Daizhen was also carrying a tablet, looking like an ordinary female college student taking her younger sister on a spring outing.

Her sister, however, attracted more attention than she did.

As Amon walked along, he would glance at every elderly person he met.

Shengdaizhen selects suitable elderly people from among them who may have some knowledge of the information.

The main problem is that the local dialect of Guicheng is quite difficult to understand. Even Sheng Daizhen gets confused when it's spoken quickly and has to think about the meaning of each sentence slowly.

The difficulty of the investigation will increase exponentially.

After finally reaching a small courtyard, a kind old lady was sitting inside knitting. When she saw Amon, she smiled and praised her, "What a pretty girl."

Although it had an accent, it was clearly close to Mandarin.

Sheng Daizhen's eyes lit up, and she led Amon up to chat: "Grandma, are you a local?"

"No, I married into this family from out of town. My hometown is Wucheng." Grandma answered directly, as if she were well-traveled and knowledgeable. She then looked you up and down and asked, "You're from out of town?"

"Yes, we are tourists from out of town. I am a writer, and I brought my sister on a trip to collect cultural materials."

Sheng Daizhen spoke to the old man with a touch of sweetness, and Amon looked at her in disbelief.

Sheng Daizhen, without batting an eye, asked, "Grandma, may I ask you about the local customs and traditions of your village?"

"Of course!" The old lady smiled and patted the stool next to her, then stood up and said, "I'll get you some stools. Please sit here. Would you like some tea? We produce a lot of tea here, and it's very fragrant."

"Okay, Grandma, then I won't be polite."

After the old lady went in, Amon sniffed and said, "Nothing strange, let's go to the next one."

“How can that be?” Sheng Daizhen tugged at her arm. “I need to find out more about this village and see if I can get some old stories out of you. Just sit here for a while. If you don’t want to, you can play outside in the yard, but you can’t go too far.”

"Tsk."

Amon could only wander around in this courtyard.

She was so young, and didn't seem like a sensible person. The old lady made them two cups of tea, but she used disposable cups.

This grandma is so particular.

Sheng Daizhen raised an eyebrow slightly, politely accepted the tea leaves, and said thank you.

Sheng Daizhen started chatting with the old lady, beginning with casual conversation, while A Meng, bored, kept kicking pebbles around.

A little while later, a luxury car drove into the road outside.

Even Sheng Daizhen was drawn to his attention.

Somewhat surprised.

In a village like this, Sheng Daizhen immediately recognized the brand of the luxury car that drove in.

They're very low-key. A car like that would cost two or three million yuan in China. How could the people in this village be so wealthy?

And that car actually drove into the old lady's house next door.

After the car stopped, a woman in a cheongsam got out of it; she looked very elegant.

Suddenly, Amon, who was standing to the side, froze.