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The Ancient Sorcerer walked slowly through Dashi Village, the sky already darkening. Due to the unknown illness affecting the area, there were hardly any people outside even during the day, let alone at night.
"Clack, clack, clack..."
It was so quiet that the sound of the Ancient Sorcerer's footsteps echoed clearly, which only added to the eerie atmosphere.
The Ancient Sorcerer did not rush to the small tree where the Scarecrow was hanging; it was still early, so he decided to stroll around the village.
"Squeak!"
Suddenly, the Ancient Sorcerer heard a faint sound of a door opening. Turning his head, he noticed that a door of a house less than a hundred meters away had swung open.
"Eh!"
The Ancient Sorcerer did not expect anyone to open a door at this hour, so he immediately walked toward the house with the open door.
"You are..."
Stopping at the entrance, the Ancient Sorcerer saw an elderly man standing behind the door, appearing to be over seventy years old. In the dim light, his face was covered in wrinkles, his eyes deeply sunken, and he could not stand straight. His hands were large with knuckles protruding like small lumps, clearly indicating a lifetime of hard labor.
"My name is Sun Shitou. Everyone in the village calls me Old Man Sun; I am the village chief."
Sun Shitou glanced at the Ancient Sorcerer's face but ultimately focused on his hands, on the Machete, Scarecrow, and torch.
"Would you like to come in and sit for a while?"
"Alright, I'll go in and sit for a while."
The Ancient Sorcerer nodded without hesitation and immediately walked into the Yard.
The Yard was not large, probably around fifty square meters, with a dirt floor. In the southeast corner, there was a small mountain of firewood and several farming tools. In the center of the Yard, there was a table and a few chairs.
Noticing that someone seemed to be watching him from behind the door, the Ancient Sorcerer didn't mind and sat down on a chair.
"Are you brave enough to drink some water?"
Sun Shitou looked at the Ancient Sorcerer. He understood that his village had been sealed off; no one could enter or leave—only special people could come in, and this young man in front of him was undoubtedly one of them.
"Of course I'll drink it. Why wouldn't I? I'm tired from walking, so a sip of water is just right."
The Ancient Sorcerer's words surprised Sun Shitou. He had only said that casually; given the current situation in the village, how could the other person still dare to drink the water here?
"Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"
The Ancient Sorcerer shook his head and said, "It's not sickness in the village; it's a curse. Someone has cast a spell, so what's wrong with drinking the water?"
Sun Shitou was taken aback, and his expression changed immediately as he exclaimed, "Really? Is that true?"
"Yes, it is."
The Ancient Sorcerer knew that elders like Sun Shitou had not received any so-called scientific education, but such people were often more willing to accept his explanation—unlike someone like Zheng Ying, who would definitely find it hard to believe. Not to mention Zheng Ying; even Fang Daoming and Fang Miao would not have believed it if they hadn't experienced it themselves.
"Where is it?"
Sun Shitou suddenly stood up; at this moment, he had no intention of sitting down again.
The Ancient Sorcerer, however, remained motionless, still seated in his chair, and said, "Aren't you going to offer me some water?"
Sun Shitou glared at the Ancient Sorcerer and shouted, "Hurry, take me there! I would risk my life for it."
At this moment, Sun Shitou was trembling all over. He did not understand why such a curse had been placed on his village, but as the village chief, he was resolute.
"It won't do any good if you go."
The Ancient Sorcerer's words were like a bucket of cold water, calming Sun Shitou down. However, the calmness left him pale, as if all his strength had vanished in an instant, and he slumped softly to the ground.
The young man before him was not wrong; even if the other party took him to the place of the curse, what could he do? There were many legends in the mountains and fields, including those about witchcraft. In every legend involving witchcraft, none ended well.
"Oh my God! Why is this happening? Why is our Dashi Village suffering like this?"
After sitting in a daze for a while, Sun Shitou suddenly burst into tears. The night was very quiet, and his cries echoed loudly into the distance, like an injured wild bird. Perhaps startled by this sudden outburst of crying, all the dogs in the village began to bark.
The Ancient Sorcerer was taken aback; he had not expected such a thing to happen but soon became pleased.
"Good! This is a good thing."
On the surface, Sun Shitou's cries seemed like a bad omen or an ill-fated sign. However, that was not the case; his cries triggered the barking of all the dogs in the village, instantly bringing it back to life. It was no longer like before—a stagnant pool of silence—this was the most terrifying thing.
"Master! Please save the people of our village!"
Sun Shitou cried for a while before suddenly crawling in front of Ancient Sorcerer, knocking his head on the ground repeatedly.
Ancient Sorcerer remained seated, and after Sun Shitou had knocked his head three times, he helped him up and said, "I accept this."
There was nothing inappropriate about this; for everyone in Dashi Village, they felt that their lives had been saved this time. Sun Shitou, as their leader, bowing a few times on their behalf was completely normal.
"Good... good..."
Sun Shitou was extremely emotional and could not say much, tears streaming down his face, his white hair looking as wild as a tangle of weeds.
At this moment, it was impossible for Sun Shitou to pour himself a drink. Ancient Sorcerer simply took it upon himself to pour a bowl of water. After drinking it all in one go, he stood up and said, "Alright, it's almost time. You just wait at home for good news."
However, as soon as he stepped out of Sun Shitou's door, he froze. In the night, countless people were kneeling on the ground, all continuously knocking their heads.
Seeing all this before him, Ancient Sorcerer felt a surge of warmth rush to his chest, and suddenly his eyes became slightly moist. He understood that it must have been Sun Shitou's cries that had stirred these people to come out and express their wishes in this way—now these people had placed all their hopes on him!
"Hahaha! Don't worry! When the sun rises, everything will be over!"
Ancient Sorcerer did not help these people up or even tell them to stand. After saying this, he strode toward the small Hillock where he had discovered the Scarecrow. He understood that the best way to help these people was to break that curse as soon as possible!
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