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The night grew deeper, and the temperature in the mountains gradually dropped. Dashi Village had fallen into darkness, with no signs of movement. The occasional calls of night birds or the sound of wings flapping as they flew by only heightened the chill in the air.
"Are you planning to go out?"
Fang held a steaming cup of tea, watching with keen interest as Ancient Sorcerer’s eyes revealed curiosity. For years, Grandpa's illness had worn down both him and his family, and just when it seemed there was no hope, Ancient Sorcerer had effortlessly saved him with Pomegranate Juice.
"Yes, I plan to go out and take a look. Aren't you going to rest?"
Ancient Sorcerer was a bit surprised that Fang Miao had discerned his intentions. Shortly after leaving Fang Daoming, Fang Miao had come to find him and unceremoniously sat down, showing no signs of wanting to leave.
Fang Miao felt her face flush; being in Ancient Sorcerer's tent as a girl was indeed somewhat inconvenient, especially considering their previous physical contact during their sparring match.
However, Ancient Sorcerer had sparked her intense curiosity. So even though she sensed something was off, Fang Miao pretended not to fully understand what Ancient Sorcerer meant.
Seeing that Fang Miao remained silent, Ancient Sorcerer quickly grasped her thoughts. He shook his head and asked, "Do you want to come with me?"
"Yes."
Fang Miao nodded eagerly like a chick pecking at grains. In fact, she had felt something strange about the village as soon as she arrived and realized that Ancient Sorcerer would surely be able to identify the source of the problem. The process of uncovering this mystery alongside Ancient Sorcerer would undoubtedly be fascinating, so she couldn't let this opportunity slip away.
"Alright, then let's go."
Since Fang Miao had already witnessed his abilities, Ancient Sorcerer had nothing to hide. It would be better to go together. Moreover, as a normal man, he found it quite delightful to have a beauty like Fang Miao by his side.
Upon hearing this, Fang Miao immediately stood up and followed Ancient Sorcerer outside.
In the darkness, Ancient Sorcerer and Fang Miao moved silently, like two cats that had blended into the night.
As they walked, the Ancient Sorcerer nodded to himself. Fang Miao was undoubtedly someone who had received rigorous training; even in his own squad back in the day, she would have ranked highly. As someone who had been through similar experiences, he understood just how difficult it was to achieve such a level of skill, not to mention that Fang Miao was a woman, not a man.
What the Ancient Sorcerer didn't know was that Fang Miao's surprise was no less than his own.
With her grandfather and parents being military personnel, she grew up in a military camp. Because her family held high positions in the army, everyone she interacted with was far from ordinary. Since she became aware of her surroundings, she underwent strict and systematic training. It could be said that her current abilities were built upon countless hours of sweat, effort, and resources.
However, despite all this, the Ancient Sorcerer walking beside her still "defeated" her—not only in their previous fight on the Ring but also in the stealth techniques they employed along the way. She found herself at a disadvantage. There was even a moment when she almost got discovered by those surrounding the village—if it hadn't been for the Ancient Sorcerer quickly covering for her.
"What exactly are you?"
Fang Miao grew increasingly curious about the Ancient Sorcerer. Knowing her own capabilities, she immediately realized that if he was better than her, he must have some mysterious background—likely linked to those legendary special units.
She wanted to ask but quickly recognized that if the Ancient Sorcerer truly came from one of those few mysterious units, he would never admit it.
While Fang Miao was lost in thought, she suddenly noticed that the Ancient Sorcerer had stopped.
"What's wrong? Is there something here?"
Fang Miao also halted. After leaving the village, she had noticed that the Ancient Sorcerer was carefully observing his surroundings as they walked but had not stopped until now. It seemed he must have discovered something.
The place they were currently at was a small hillock—not very high, only about three meters compared to flat ground and roughly three hundred square meters in size. However, there were some trees at the southeast corner of the hillock; they were sparse and thin with oddly shaped branches that gave an unsettling feeling under the faint night light.
"Yes, there is something strange here; let's go take a look."
The forest under the night sky appeared normal, but to the Ancient Sorcerer's eyes, it was anything but: a layer of black mist churned like ink, mixed with streaks of a color reminiscent of filthy blood—definitely not a good sign.
The black mist or blood-like aura represented malevolence; particularly, ninety percent of blood-like energy stemmed from human factors. So when the Ancient Sorcerer discovered this place, he knew it was likely what he had been searching for.
Ancient Sorcerer approached the edge of the forest, and as soon as he stopped, his expression changed.
Fang Miao had been paying close attention to Ancient Sorcerer, so she immediately noticed this subtle movement and asked, "What did you find?"
"Ah!"
As Fang Miao spoke, she followed Ancient Sorcerer's gaze forward. However, upon seeing what lay ahead, even though she was fearless, she couldn't help but gasp softly: there stood a tree about two people high, with its top clearly cut off by someone.
This wasn't particularly surprising; after all, many people in remote villages still had the habit of collecting firewood. The severed branch could easily have been cut down by someone from Dashi Village and taken home. However, at the cut point of the tree was a branch where a rope was hanging, and attached to the rope was something resembling a human figure, as if someone had hanged themselves!
In the dim light of night, suddenly encountering such a sight without any mental preparation startled Fang Miao.
What frightened Fang Miao even more was that Ancient Sorcerer seemed to be heading straight for this object that looked like a hanging person, walking over to examine it closely.
"This... is a Scarecrow?"
After regaining her composure, Fang Miao felt she had overreacted a bit. She walked over to Ancient Sorcerer's side and looked up, discovering that what hung from the rope was a figure made of straw. It was roughly crafted; if one didn't look closely, it would be hard to tell what it was.
"Yes, this is a Scarecrow."
Seeing this Scarecrow, Ancient Sorcerer immediately understood what had happened in Dashi Village.
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