968 He Represents Us

"Village Head! Something happened!" An old man was seated peacefully on the veranda of his house, sipping tea when a villager shouted in urgency.

"Did an elephant or something arrive?" The Village Head still maintained his cool and continued to enjoy his favourite tea.

"Our God arrived!" The villager said while out of breath.

Pffft!

The tea spilled out of his mouth like a jet, creating a beautiful arc in the air as the Village Head emptied out all the content in his mouth. It sprayed out like paint splashed on the canvas.

The Village Head's wife was stunned, not by the information, but because she…was the canvas.

"W-Where?" The Village Head hurriedly threw a towel at his wife before rushing out in fluster, quickly noticing the crowd that had formed at a piece of farmland adjacent to the village.

Young or old, everyone began to gather at the place, crowding around the individual that was seated on a boar.