"You must still have things to attend to, right?"
Wu Bing made a gesture as if to send the guest.
"I ensure that she leaves safely?" I suppress my anger.
Actually... I really have no reason to blame Wu Ling.
If Huo Ying intends to leave, what qualification does he have to stop her?
Earlier, Huo Ying had already shown some signs of discomfort, but I hadn't anticipated that she would simply leave without a word, leaving me unable to reach her.
"Safe, you can rest assured."
"If nothing else happens, she will return home to check on her family." Wu Bing added.
"Corpse,?" My expression slightly changed.
"What is your relationship with Mr. Mao?" I asked Wu Ling immediately.
"Important?" Wu Ling faintly smiled.
For a moment, I remained silent.
Is it important?
Indeed, what does Wu Bing's relationship with Mao San have to do with me?
"Thank you." I clasped my fists and thanked Wu Ling.
Whether it was Wu Ling's help when I first arrived here or the information about Huo Ying that he shared with me, this 'thank you' was entirely appropriate.
After leaving Wu Bing's home, I walked towards the outer edge of Sihui Town.
During this time, I contacted someone named Fan Jiao by phone.
The phone was answered almost instantly. Fan Jiao's tone was obsequious and respectful, asking how I found the time to call him.
I came straight to the point, asking him about the current situation at the Fan family, had I ever met Huo Ying?
Fan Jiao was momentarily stunned before whispering, "Isn't it you who told Miss Huo Ying to return? The Fan family is doing very well, of course. Our new place is quite hidden, and recently, I found another great feng shui location. We've moved there again."
I heaved a great sigh of relief.
After a slight pause, I said, "Don't let Huo Ying know that I've found you."
"Hmm... Okay..." Fan Jiao hesitated for a moment and asked, "Grandfather, when will you and Grandfather Gong return to Da Xiang?"
"When it's time to come back, we'll naturally return," I said before hanging up the phone.
...
Soon enough, I arrived at the town entrance.
Several scheduled rural buses were parked here, along with a few box trucks.
The village of Yao Market has small marketplaces for selling herbs, much less the town of Sihui.
It took me a while to find a small car that was willing to give me a ride part of the way to Niulian Village.
Niulian Village is not the name of one of the desolate villages; it's another landmark given to me by He You Tian.
After arriving at Niulian Village, I would naturally be able to find the location of the desolate village.
It took about three hours to drive one hundred and several kilometers, switching from rural roads to national highways, and back to rural roads.
As the sun was setting in the west, the fiery clouds made the fields of wheat turn a golden red, as if they were connected with the layers of clouds stacked upon each other. It was truly breathtaking.
As the name suggests, the village of Niulian had many stone grinders lining its entrance, and even several giant buffalo skulls hung on the signboard.
After getting off the car, I went into a small store in the village and bought a lot of snacks, water, and then walked straight towards the west.
He You Tian had told me that if I continued west from Niulian Village for another ten kilometers, I would reach the village of Niutao.
The abandonment of Niutao Village happened over a hundred years ago, so the surrounding villages must know less about it than Sihui Mountain, and Sihui Mountain also knows very little. The entire village of Niutao disappeared without a trace, and to this day, there has been no explanation.
After walking for about an hour and a half, I reached the outskirts of Niutao Village and was truly amazed.
The village was situated against a steep mountain, with another towering mountain opposite. Between them, it was as if a deep canyon were being squeezed, and in the middle of it all lay an extremely fast-flowing river. The water was muddy and surged endlessly.
A wide pebble path along the riverbank seemed to span the canyon between the two mountains, extending along the water current towards the distant horizon.
As the setting sun sank into the canyon on one side, it turned the entire river a deep crimson color, as if it were a red bean pill. The water was dyed a bright scarlet color.
The houses in the village were scattered and staggered, mostly built of rocks, making it seem like a stone village with a thick texture.
Upon entering the village, I did not feel an overwhelming coldness.
In fact, after experiencing so many things, I have noticed a chill in my bones when entering some places that are supposed to be mysterious and even more so when entering areas with more malicious undead.
Niutao Village doesn't seem to be haunted?
I quickly dismissed the thought; that was absolutely impossible.
According to Mingjin Zhenren's calculations, this place is more dangerous than the pestilent ghost of Jinyang.
I found a relatively intact house at the village entrance to stay for the night.
The place was surprisingly clean; even though it was located at the foot of the mountain, there were no snakes, insects, or rats.
Clean, which means there is definitely a problem.
Unconsciously, the setting sun completely fell behind the mountain, and the night had descended.
The roar of the river had weakened slightly, but the night sky was filled with rustling insect sounds, disturbing the quiet.
I sat on the inside of the door, and my gaze could see a part of the rock-brick walls constructed with stones, as well as a part of the surging river outside.
Lao Gong appeared silently in front of me, his lonely head on the ground and his mouth chewing away persistently.
"What a grand appetite, huh?" he stretched his neck and sighed, "Why don't you go back to Jinyang, Grandfather? There are still many women there, even some headless beauties."
My heart slightly sank.
In fact, I don't need Lao Gong to remind me; I'm well aware that a part of Qi Yue Yue's soul, Worry-free woman, is still under the control of the pestilent ghost.
"You're not thinking about that, are you? That Jinyang has many women, many ghosts, right? After all, your situation is different now," I heaved a sigh and said.
Lao Gong slightly embarrassed, opened his mouth wide, and laughed.
"Grandfather's imagination of people is quite superficial. I lost an arm, so I need to find the ghost doctor for it."
Lao Gong's eyes began to twirl slightly.
I slightly closed my eyes and opened them again before saying, "Can you see the problem here? Why, all of the villagers disappeared overnight?"
Lao Gong twisted his head and looked at me for a few seconds before moving his head and leaping out of the house.
I stood up and followed him out.
Lao Gong slowly moved forward along the village road.
Most of the village roads here are paved with stones, and after a flat stretch, there is an immediate set of steps. After all, it is a village built on the mountain wall, with very few completely flat areas.
It wasn't until we reached the edge of the village and walked onto the large gravel road that Lao Gong stopped.
Lao Gong stared straight ahead, muttering, "What a grand appetite."
He had repeated this sentence for the second time.
Then Lao Gong continued, "With such a grand appetite, the mountain must have excellent feng shui. Once the Qi energy is vigorous and spills over, the water dragon becomes even stronger. When the water dragon is strong, the village occupying the mouth of the Qi will suffer greatly..."
"Such a strong Qi energy is not something people can handle. Eating too much dragon vein energy will naturally have to be paid back."
"Grandfather, you asked me why the villagers disappeared, but they haven't disappeared. They're all here."
Lao Gong's words seemed to explain things, but they sounded like they were saying nothing useful.
I came here once, and now I need to leave and explain this to Mingjin Zhenren?
He probably decided right away that I didn't pass the trial.
Before I could speak, Lao Gong suddenly jumped onto my shoulder, squinting at me with his eyes, gesturing for me to continue forward.
Furrowing my brow, I walked forward slowly, stopping roughly at Lao Gong's previous position.
The entire scene changed instantly, and my face turned pale.
The murky river water seemed to become transparent...
There were many people standing densely on the river bottom...
