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The journey from H City to Miao Village spans at least 000 kilometers.
When I woke up again, I found myself on a train packed with people, the scenery outside rushing by at an incredible speed.
Miao Yayun sat with her eyes closed, resembling a monk in deep meditation, while Hong Chou's big eyes darted around, clearly excited.
"Sister, is this your first time out?" I had learned my lesson this time. To avoid being tormented by this seemingly harmless person, I decided to sweeten my words a bit.
Hong Chou lifted her chin and said, "Master was right; men are indeed despicable. They only behave when they are properly dealt with."
I felt my forehead twitch with anger but had to swallow my pride. I could only curse inwardly, thinking if you have the ability, then don't seek out men for your entire life.
On the surface, I maintained a smile and tried to get closer to Hong Chou. As we exchanged stories, she laughed heartily at my amusing tales while I seized the opportunity to gather some information.
At that moment, we were on a train heading towards Y City before transferring to another vehicle that would take us deep into the mountains—Miao Yayun's old haunt.
"Sister, did you see a pouch-like cloth bag in my possession earlier? It’s the only keepsake my mother left me," I asked, feigning sadness.
Hong Chou rummaged through her clothes and tossed a Qiankun Bag into my lap. "Is this it? It's just a ragged bag; why make such a fuss? Where's the manly demeanor in that?"
I quickly tucked the Qiankun Bag into my embrace and thanked her profusely.
The train ride lasted for three or four hours. It wasn't until I turned pale and had to vomit several times that we finally arrived at Y City.
Next, we boarded a bus into the mountains. Through the window, I gazed at the lush green hills; on the other side of the winding road lay an abyss.
The driver was clearly experienced, chatting away while skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel.
Unfortunately for me, my heart raced with fear. I dreaded that one mistake could send us all plummeting into oblivion.
"Look at you; what's with that level of panic? We haven't even encountered anything yet," Hong Chou shot me a disdainful glance.
After crossing several mountains, the car came to a stop in a small town nestled in the hills.
"Sister, are we there yet?" I asked curiously.
Hong Chou rolled her eyes and replied, "Not yet. The Village is deep within the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, and ordinary people can't find their way in. We still have to travel a bit more on the mountain roads."
When we arrived in the town, it was already evening. I had thought we would rest for the night before continuing our journey.
To my surprise, after Hong Chou bought some steamed buns, we set off again.
Fortunately, having grown up in the mountains, climbing a bit of rugged terrain was not difficult for me. What surprised me was that despite her slender frame, Hong Chou didn’t complain about being tired at all.
The forest to the south was different from Daqingshan; here, the trees were denser and there were more mosquitoes.
We didn’t come across a cave until late at night, where we took a short break.
Hong Chou acted like a landlady, hands on her hips as she ordered me around—starting fires and cooking…
It felt like I was just a male nanny!
But I dared not voice my frustration. Given my previous record, this time Miao Yayun had placed a Zi Mu Zhui Xin Gu on me.
The Zi Gu was within my body, while the Mu Gu was controlled by Miao Yayun. In simple terms, my life was in Miao Yayun's hands.
I had no choice but to keep my head down.
The mountain paths were difficult to navigate, especially on foggy mornings when it was hard to tell directions. Yet Miao Yayun seemed familiar with it all; she chose a direction and walked confidently.
I had no choice but to follow behind with my heavy backpack filled with essential supplies.
At noon, when the sun was at its fiercest, the mist dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the forest. I leaned against a large tree, resting with my eyes closed.
"Plop..."
It felt like raindrops falling on my face, but in this blazing sun, where could the rain possibly come from?
I thought for a moment and cursed under my breath. No way could I be that unlucky.
Could it be...?
Bird droppings?
I casually grabbed a leaf to wipe my face, only to have another drop land right after I finished.
This was something an aunt could tolerate, but an uncle definitely could not.
Was this some sort of insult? Did they think my face was easy to mess with, specifically targeting me for their droppings?
Suddenly, I looked up and stumbled backward in shock.
What on earth... was that hanging from the tree?
The corpse was highly decomposed, its long tongue dragging across its chest. The eye sockets were nothing but dark holes, and white maggots wriggled and crawled over it. Drops of putrid fluid dripped down from it.
I couldn't hold back any longer and leaned against the tree trunk to vomit.
Miao Yayun and Hong Chou were one thing, but as I looked around, I discovered four other bodies hanging in this dense mountain forest.
"What kind of person could be so cruel?" I muttered to myself in disbelief.
Miao Yayun's expression was grim, her brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line as she examined the corpse closely.
At the waist of one of the bodies, she discovered a uniquely shaped dagger, along with a gun…
I also noticed that these individuals were all dressed in camouflage. Clearly, they had come prepared…
Hong Chou approached Miao Yayun and whispered, “Master, do those people still not know when to quit? Have they come to stir up trouble again?”
Miao Yayun snorted coldly, “It seems the last lesson wasn’t deep enough… They dare to come back? Do they really think there’s no one in Miao Village?”
Seeing Miao Yayun’s face darken to the point where it seemed like it could drip water, I instinctively moved away. When we resumed our journey, our pace noticeably quickened.
Taking advantage of Miao Yayun's momentary distraction, I pulled Hong Chou aside and asked, “Sister, what’s wrong with Master? What happened with the bodies in the forest just now?”
Hong Chou shot me an impatient glance and replied, “What’s it to you? It’s not your place to ask, so mind your own business.”
After being scolded by Hong Chou, I had no choice but to suppress my curiosity and focus on the road ahead.
After walking for a while longer, we stumbled upon several more corpses. The state of decay was noticeably less severe than the previous ones, allowing us to discern their outlines.
This time there were only three individuals, all robustly built, and they had been impaled by sharpened wooden stakes.
The stakes pierced through their bodies completely, with intestines trailing on the ground; the area around the corpses was stained red with blood…
Among them was a body that belonged to a foreigner with golden hair.
A wooden stake had been thrust into the foreigner’s right eye and emerged from the back of his skull.
His face was a bloody mess… making it impossible to determine his age.
Looking at the lifeless limbs of the corpse, this Foreigner seemed to be around thirty years old.
I quietly asked, "Senior Sister, what is this Foreigner doing in our territory?"
Hong Chou gritted her teeth and said, "No profit, no early rise. These people truly have no fear of death. They dare to set their sights on Miao Village; they deserve to die..."
She spat contemptuously and turned away.
I joined my hands together and murmured, "Amitabha." In my heart, I thought that chanting scriptures for salvation could only help with the Yuan Hun in China.
This Foreigner was beyond our business scope...
If there were to be any salvation, it should be done by a priest holding a cross.
As a Chinese lay monk, my chanting probably wouldn’t even be understood by Jesus...
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