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Yizhuang!?
Seeing these two characters, Ye Mingshang furrowed his brow. No wonder he felt something was off here; it turned out to be Yizhuang? (Note: Yizhuang refers to a place used for storing corpses in the past.)
It is not unusual for an older village to have a Yizhuang, but what is strange is why everyone was arranged to stay here. Why was the plaque of Yizhuang hidden in such a clever way?
Although staying in a Yizhuang for two days wouldn’t cause any issues—after all, many people from the past also stayed in Yizhuang, such as the former Yin Yang Master, who would reside inside for convenience in caring for the stored bodies. Additionally, there are local Corpse Transport Inns in Xiangxi, where travelers would rest when encountering a Yizhuang.
Some might think that places like Yizhuang must have heavy Yin Qi, but that is not the case. As a location frequently used for storing corpses, it must have strong Yang energy, even more so than ordinary places. Otherwise, if it were located in a shadowy area, there would be daily occurrences of corpse disturbances.
Places like Yizhuang and crematoriums are generally situated in very good, sunny locations. The eerie feeling associated with them is primarily due to their long history of storing bodies. This particular Yizhuang clearly hasn’t been used for many years, so nothing unusual should happen.
“Old Night, what are you doing? Don’t slack off!” The fat man shouted when he saw Ye Mingshang lost in thought.
“Oh! Coming.” Ye Mingshang replied and stopped pondering. With himself and the fat man, both experts from the Taoist Sect, present, he really didn’t know who could stir up any trouble aside from god-level experts like the Four Great Holy Kings.
Although it had been a long time and the house was dirty, there were many people—about sixty or seventy students and teachers—who quickly cleaned it up with determination. As long as there was enough space to stay, there was no need to clean unnecessary areas.
After clearing the main hall and several empty rooms, everyone laid out the bedding brought by the villagers on the floor. A few impatient ones couldn’t help but lie down to test if it was comfortable.
Ye Mingshang also brought his bedding but didn’t rush to spread it out; instead, he placed it aside first. He still felt something was off about this place; there was an unsettling feeling that he couldn’t shake off. This feeling was troubling because whenever he sensed something like this, it often turned out to be true.
“Old Night, what are you thinking about?” The fat man came over with his own blanket, looking at Ye Mingshang with confusion as he noticed him lost in thought again.
Ye Mingshang shook his head. “Nothing much, just feel that something is not right.”
"Something's wrong? What do you mean?" The fat man paused, puzzled.
Ye Mingshang hesitated for a moment about whether to tell him. After thinking it over, he decided to share, as his own energy was limited, and he was worried that some matters might be overlooked. It would be better for the fat man to be prepared for any unforeseen circumstances.
"Come with me, fat man."
Ye Mingshang led him to the place where they discovered the Yizhuang plaque, wiping off the dust to reveal the two square characters "Yizhuang!"
The fat man exclaimed in surprise and then looked at Ye Mingshang. "Why is this here?!"
"What do you think?"
As soon as the fat man heard this, he understood and cursed, "That old bastard actually made us stay at Yizhuang. Just wait until I get my hands on him!" He rolled up his sleeves, ready to confront the village chief, but was stopped by Ye Mingshang.
"Don't rush. Staying at Yizhuang isn't necessarily a bad thing. After all, if we were scattered in different houses, it would be harder to keep an eye on things. Being together makes it easier to take care of each other. I'm showing you this not because we're at Yizhuang, but because I have a bad feeling."
"What kind of bad feeling?" the fat man asked.
"I'm not sure," Ye Mingshang shook his head. "I can't quite put my finger on it; it just feels strange and uncomfortable, like something bad is about to happen."
The fat man sighed in relief and patted his shoulder. "Hey! You're just overthinking it. What could possibly happen? If we're at Yizhuang, then so be it. We're out here; we just have to endure it. If worse comes to worst, we can slack off when it's time to work tomorrow. Don't think too much about it; let's go play cards."
The fat man pulled him toward the door, but Ye Mingshang shook his head. "It's not as simple as you think. This isn't the first time I've had this feeling; every time something bad happens afterward. It's certain; I just don't know what will happen."
Seeing Ye Mingshang's serious expression made the fat man's heart skip a beat. He quickly tried to lighten the mood. "Haha! It's fine; your magic is so strong that even if there are any dirty things around, they won't stand a chance against you. Even a Zombie King wouldn't get much of an advantage from you, let alone anything that could be lurking in such a small village. How powerful could it be? Is it stronger than Little Japan? Snap out of it; don't overthink it! Let's go play cards."
Ye Mingshang was being dragged by the fat guy to play Landlord with Joan, but he still felt a bit unhappy inside. He was distracted while playing cards and lost five or six rounds in no time.
"I say, Old Night, you can't be serious, right?" The fat guy noticed that Ye Mingshang was absent-minded and couldn't help but feel a bit nervous.
"What’s going on?" Joan looked at them curiously. He had been happily winning several rounds and was in the middle of organizing the cards when he suddenly sensed that the atmosphere was off.
Ye Mingshang shook his head and then gestured for Joan to come closer and whispered in his ear. At first, Joan didn't take it seriously, but the more he listened, the more alarmed he became, and cold sweat began to trickle down his back. After Ye Mingshang finished speaking, he still couldn't grasp the situation.
"Master, are you saying we are actually staying in Yizhuang?! Isn’t that a place for the dead?" Joan exclaimed in surprise.
"Shh! Quiet down. Don’t let others hear us," Ye Mingshang hurriedly stopped him. Fortunately, the other fellows were chatting and joking in groups of three or five, so no one noticed their conversation.
After looking around to ensure there was no one paying attention, Ye Mingshang said solemnly, "This matter must not be known to them; otherwise, it will cause panic."
Seeing that both of them nodded, Ye Mingshang continued, "You need to pay attention to your surroundings later. It’s best to open your Yin Eye and observe the changes in Yin Qi around us to guard against any Evil Spirit attacks. Although this place has been abandoned for many years, it doesn’t rule out the possibility of something lingering here. This is an ancient village; it’s possible that some powerful fellow might appear."
"What should we do then?" Joan asked.
Ye Mingshang replied, "We’ll split up and surround everyone to observe the situation. If anything happens and we can’t handle it, immediately use Fire Bright Technique to send a signal, especially you, Joan. Your strength is the weakest; don’t be careless when facing a strong enemy."
(To be continued.)
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