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Due to the sudden arrival of a group of people, the atmosphere quickly became lively again. Xianxian and the others referred to themselves as an exploration team, and Tongqi and the others had no doubts about it. As for other matters, such as why Xianxian was returning, I didn’t ask, and he didn’t say. I knew that now was not the best time to discuss this.
As for Lime, he showed no reaction at all. After finishing his meal, he sat in a corner of the cave with his eyes closed, while the others brought by Xianxian cast unfriendly glances at Lime from time to time.
After the rain, the weather remained gloomy. Upon hearing about Cui Ming Villa, Xianxian and his group immediately requested to join us, and we gladly agreed.
“Feng Zi, right?” Snow Princess approached with a bright smile. “I never expected that you three not only have great courage but also such good luck. I’m still haunted by what happened that day!”
“Hehe.” I smiled in realization. “By the way, I haven’t thanked you for saving our lives that day. If it weren’t for you, Snow Princess, taking us to the hospital, who knows…” Who knows if we would have drowned or frozen to death? So I genuinely thanked her, even though they might have ulterior motives.
“No need to be polite. Hehe, Fairy’s friends are our friends, so it was just a small effort that day. Snow Princess believes that even if others had seen it, they would have helped!” Snow Princess indeed had a lovely face, both charming and innocent, which was very eye-catching. No wonder Xianxian, someone so arrogant and with high standards, would like her.
Xianxian pulled Snow Princess into his embrace and said proudly, “Snow Princess, you’ve done a great service this time! I’ll treat you to a meal next time.”
“I saved your life; is one meal enough to settle it?” Snow Princess pouted with a look that suggested it wasn’t worth it. Xianxian immediately burst into laughter and tilted his head to kiss her smooth cheek while playfully rubbing her fragrant shoulder, laughing heartily: “Then how about I dedicate myself to you and marry Snow Princess?”
Snow Princess shot him a sideways glance but didn’t stop his inappropriate behavior. “Forget it; it sounds like I’m still at a disadvantage.”
Xianxian continued to laugh brightly. Aside from my suspicious twitching lips, everyone else seemed accustomed to this display and looked unfazed.
How embarrassing! I glanced at the beaming man and walked over to Rophie, smiling: “Faye, are you hungry? Should I go find something for you?” I thought that since there were plenty of fruits in The Dead, I could just go out and look around.
“No need; it’s not good to get separated in Rugged Mountains and Wild Ridges.” Rophie smiled gently, making my heart skip a beat. How did she become even more beautiful than before? She was also so understanding. However, it was unfortunate; our relationship was destined to be impossible… In our line of work, we had long put life and death aside; caught between life and death, family was not only a burden but also irresponsible!
“Feng, what’s wrong?” Rophie shook my arm with a worried expression. “I just heard your conversation; what happened with that Miss Snow Princess who saved you?”
“It’s nothing; it’s just that Lime and I along with Xianxian got injured during our last adventure. Luckily we met them; otherwise, my injury wouldn’t have healed so quickly.” I told a small white lie that wasn’t too far from the truth.
Rophie gasped in surprise. “Oh no! Was the injury serious? Are you all better now?”
"Finally, I can kill a wild boar with my bare hands," I said. Well, I might not be able to do it with one punch, but taking down a wild boar is definitely within my capabilities.
Rophie obviously thought I was joking and covered her mouth while chuckling.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed. Standing on a hillside, I could vaguely see the shadow of the village through the dense branches. The weather remained gloomy, with no sunlight in sight, and a suffocating atmosphere lingered around us. Perhaps it was just my imagination, but there was a faint hint of Blood Stench in the air...
"Down below is Dahuang Village," Cui Ming said, introducing it. "Dahuang Village is very close to Little Yellow Village; you can see it after crossing a patch of forest. Little Yellow Village is nestled against the mountains, and the two villages have frequent interactions."
Cui Ming also mentioned that his home was in Little Yellow Village, but to get there, we had to pass through Dahuang Village first. So we hurriedly made our way down the mountain. The closer we got to the village, the more I felt an oppressive atmosphere that matched the gloomy weather, giving me an ominous premonition as if a storm were approaching.
Dahuang Village housed about a hundred families. Although the houses were built from stone bricks, they appeared quite rudimentary. As the weather grew increasingly overcast, by the time we reached the foot of the mountain, it was completely dark, and there were no lights or any other sources of illumination in sight. Following the flickering lights, we quickly arrived at the village entrance.
"Finally here!" A few of us dropped our bundles and sat down on the ground to rest.
From halfway up the mountain, I could clearly see the village ahead, yet it still took us most of the day to reach the foot of the mountain. It wasn't just a matter of difficult terrain.
"Strange, weren't there supposed to be many police officers here?" I wondered aloud. We hadn't seen any police or special forces while on the mountain, and now that we had reached the village entrance, there should have been at least a few stationed here.
Tong Qi agreed, "It is indeed strange. Let's take a break and then go ask around."
Bang! Bang! Bang...
Gunshots rang out, startling numerous dogs into barking. Soon after, flames began to flicker more densely, rising and falling as they gathered in front of a house.
"Village Chief, what happened?" Cui Ming exclaimed as he rushed toward the village, his voice tinged with tremors. The atmosphere grew tense; seeing this made us quickly grab our backpacks and follow him.
As if hearing Cui Ming's voice, torches shifted slightly as people from the village began to scrutinize us. An old man emerged from the crowd, leaning on a cane and hunched over. His voice was slightly hoarse as he spoke, "Xiao Ming, why are you back? Who are these people?"
"Village Chief, something big has happened; how could I not come back?" Cui Ming replied somewhat sheepishly. He glanced at us and introduced, "They are an exploration team; I'm their Guide. We heard about what happened here and came to take a look."
This was something we had agreed upon beforehand; after all, given that such a significant event had occurred in their village, our presence could easily be seen as merely wanting to witness the commotion. Although some people were indeed drawn here by curiosity. To avoid inciting public outrage, it was better to refer to ourselves as an exploration team as Xianxian suggested.
Without waiting for the village chief to speak, Cui Ming anxiously asked, "Village chief, is that thing coming to the village to take people again? Is it serious this time?"
The village chief's expression was grim, his wrinkled skin marked by exhaustion. Meanwhile, the men and women of the Village fell silent, the firelight casting an eerie glow on their faces, making them appear both unreal and sorrowful. Finally, it was the village chief who spoke, his expression filled with deep anger and grief.
The village chief recounted that ten days ago, everyone in Little Yellow Village had their blood drained overnight and turned into desiccated corpses. Even children as young as a few years old had their blood sucked dry, a cruel and bizarre act that left the villagers terrified. Over a hundred lives were lost in a single night... not a drop of blood remained on their bodies, as if something had sucked it all away.
Cui Ming's face turned pale instantly, nearly collapsing as he tightly grasped the village chief's hand and asked, "What about my father?"
"He's fine," the village chief quickly reassured Cui Ming. "Your father was sick before that and happened to be staying at the clinic, so he escaped this calamity. However, the others..."
"That's nonsense! How can there be ghosts in this world?" Xiao Xiao expressed disbelief. "There must be someone behind this, trying to achieve some purpose."
"Little girl, you say our two villages have not ventured out for a long time; what could possibly attract others? It's the Mountain Ghost—it's definitely the work of the Mountain Ghost!" Old Village's aged voice came through, somber and heavy, leaving listeners with a sense of dread as if there were truth to his words.
Next, Old Village invited us to his home and began recounting tales passed down from their ancestors.
A hundred years ago, a Mountain Ghost that fed on human blood appeared in Hengshan. Many hunters from the Village went up the mountain to hunt but never returned. Eventually, people discovered numerous desiccated corpses, causing widespread panic. However, for reasons unknown, the Mountain Ghost disappeared later on, allowing the villagers to settle down.
But not long after that, a cult called Three Yellow Cult emerged at the foot of the mountain. They worshipped the Mountain Ghost and specifically captured people for sacrifices. Their methods were extremely cruel; they would drain the blood from their offerings and then take them into the mountains. The next day, all the blood would be gone from the containers.
Later on, fearing the Three Yellow Cult, people fled from this place. The cult also mysteriously vanished without a trace. Some said that monks from the mountains summoned a Bodhisattva who killed these evil spirits so that the common folk could live peacefully. Indeed, there is still a Mountain Temple on the mountain that receives offerings to this day!
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