The village chief got out of bed and walked step by step towards Chu Dazhuang. After a short while, he stood before Chu Dazhuang.
Among this group of people, the one with probably the most unsightly face was the village chief.
Because it had been the village chief who had scolded Chu Dazhuang most harshly, and now, ironically, the one who had cured his illness was this very person he had looked down upon.
Fortunately, being a village chief still meant he was rather magnanimous.
He approached Chu Dazhuang and then knelt down earnestly.
This was the highest level of respect and the most urgent expression of language and action he could think of.
After all, it was Chu Dazhuang who had personally healed his illness.
Just moments ago, he was on the verge of meeting the King of Hell, but thankfully, at the brink of the ghost gate, Chu Dazhuang pulled him back.
Kneeling there, the village chief regained his vigor. In every gesture, he seemed nothing like an elderly man.
