Xie Guilan was surprised to find that after she had told such a strange story, except for Meng Te and Kong Xuan, who looked incapable, the others did not show the slightest sign of fear.
Although she was just a small village chief, it was precisely people from small places like her who knew how to read people and deal with them.
The performance of Yan Shouyi and the others was completely different from the previous few mages, as if they were truly capable!
Xie Guilan asked, "Aren't you afraid?"
Weng Qianxiang smiled and replied, "Sister Xie, don't look at our young age, but our backgrounds are not small! This one is a descendant of Lu Ban, the owner of the Dragon-Tiger Secret Script. A few days ago, he almost succeeded to the position of Heavenly Master on Longhu Mountain! This one is the most outstanding young disciple of Maoshan in recent years, and this one... uh..."
Weng Qianxiang wanted to introduce Long Feicheng, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't think of any identity or honor he could boast about.
However, Xie Guilan obviously didn't understand these things. She just frowned and said, "If you want to go out and try, I won't stop you. But if you encounter danger, you can always come back to my house. Those ghosts and monsters only appear at night, and they will never enter houses. You can rest assured about this!"
"Thank you, Sister Xie, for your concern."
After Yan Shouyi thanked Xie Guilan, he directly said to everyone, "Let's eat quickly. After we finish, we'll go for a walk outside the village and see what kind of demons and monsters are causing trouble."
From Xie Guilan's words, Yan Shouyi found many things worth noting.
First, why were the two groups of people mentioned by Xie Dazhi, one group of corpses and one group of ghosts, so clear? Was Xie Dazhi talking nonsense, or was it true?
Second, why did they start wandering around the village after dark, and why would they absolutely not enter houses?
Third, when Xie Dazhi and the others encountered the ghosts and monsters, the ghosts and monsters said, "We are looking for you." What did that mean, and how did Xie Dazhi become the target of those ghosts and monsters?
Yan Shouyi had fought zombies, and he had killed ghosts, but it was rare to see zombies and ghosts together.
Could it be another scheme by Li Genmiao?
Yan Shouyi had a vague feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed and it was definitely not a simple haunting.
By the time everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, it was already nine o'clock in the evening.
At this hour in the city, the nightlife was just beginning, and young people were at their most energetic. But in the village, there were no entertainment activities, so people had to go to bed early.
Meng Te and Kong Xuan were still energetic, but considering the complicated situation tonight, Yan Shouyi finally decided to leave them at Xie Guilan's house and have Weng Qianxiang stay to protect them.
Although Weng Qianxiang was a painted-skin person, he also knew some skills, and protecting them was more than enough.
After nine o'clock, Yan Shouyi left a few talismans to ward off evil at Xie Guilan's house, and then, along with Long Feicheng and Han San, stepped out of Xie Guilan's doorway.
Looking back, it seemed that Xie Guilan's house had merged with the darkness. In the darkness, there was only a door frame, and Weng Qianxiang and the other three stood in the door frame, watching Yan Shouyi and the others worriedly.
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On the dark country road, the three walked side by side. The reeds on both sides of the road were taller than people. When the wind blew, they rustled, which was quite eerie.
Han San said coldly, "I'd like to see who is behind all this!"
"Sister Xie mentioned ghosts carrying palanquins," Yan Shouyi said in a deep voice. "The last time I saw ghosts sitting in palanquins, it was a ghost king."
Long Feicheng shivered, "Brother Yan, are you talking about the night parade of a hundred ghosts we encountered on the sports field of Shanghang Art School?"
"Yes, but what Xie Dazhi encountered that time should not be a real ghost king," Yan Shouyi analyzed. "If it were a real ghost king, a small land temple might not be able to protect Xie Dazhi."
The main reason why a ghost king could become a ghost king was that the ghost king had some connections in the underworld and was not on the list of ghost catchers. If it stayed in the yang world for a long time, both its strength and network of contacts would be far beyond that of ordinary ghosts.
"If not a ghost king, then who could it be?" Long Feicheng threw out the question, his expression seeming to be thinking, but in reality, his mind was blank, just waiting for Yan Shouyi to answer for him. Da Feng Novel Network.
Yan Shouyi replied, "Most likely a subordinate of the ghost king, a subordinate above ten thousand ghosts under one ghost."
Han San snorted coldly, drew his money-wielding sword, and swung it a few times, saying, "No matter who it is, I'll hack them even if it's a ghost king!"
Yan Shouyi asked in surprise, "Have you fought a ghost king before?"
"No," Han San shook his head.
"Then do you think you are a match for a ghost king?"
"... Aren't you still here, Brother Yan!" Han San said with a thick skin and a smile.
Long Feicheng grabbed one of Yan Shouyi's arms, "Hold on to Brother Yan's thigh tightly!"
"You're holding my arm, get lost," Yan Shouyi pushed Long Feicheng away with disgust. If any demons or monsters suddenly appeared, and he had Long Feicheng clinging to him, he might not even have a chance to fight back.
Just then, Han San sniffed and said with a solemn expression, "Brother Yan, do you smell that?"
"I smell it."
Long Feicheng awkwardly raised his hand, "I admit it, I farted quietly just now."
"Damn it!" Yan Shouyi and Han San cursed in unison.
"We didn't smell your fart, we smelled the stench of corpses," Han San explained with a black face.
Long Feicheng took a few deep breaths, but he almost gagged from the smell, "I don't smell it!"
Yan Shouyi took out the wooden bird San Yuan while saying, "You haven't practiced, so you naturally can't smell it, but thank you for recalling your fart."
Ignoring Long Feicheng's dejection, Yan Shouyi threw out San Yuan. San Yuan flapped its wings and flew into the sky. With its small bean-sized eyes, it clearly saw the situation around the village.
"Anything found?" Han San asked.
Yan Shouyi's expression was gloomy, "There are indeed two groups of people."
From San Yuan's perspective, in a dense forest outside the village, the two groups of people mentioned by Xie Dazhi were indeed meeting there!
One group was the crippled corpses, and the other group was the small ghosts carrying the palanquin.
The difference was that this time the corpses had brought three coffins!
As San Yuan got closer, it could hear the dialogue between the two sides.
A small ghost by the coffins questioned, "Why are there only three corpses this time? Where are the souls? The souls cannot be any fewer! Our ancestor was already very unhappy last time, and a descendant died yesterday. If there are not more offerings today, be careful that our ancestor gets angry and overturns your broken place!"
A one-armed corpse retorted, "If it weren't for our grandmother settling matters for your ancestor all these years, how could Qiantang be so stable now? These three coffins are all there is. Don't push your luck!"