"How's it going?"

Yang Ruoqing was just about to get into the swing of things when he suddenly stopped.

She was so anxious that she scratched her ears and cheeks.

"It's a bit too emotional, I won't say it," he scratched his head and said.

Moreover, he never really believed in these supernatural things.

But today, since I'm bringing Sunny into the mountains, there are some taboos that I still need to follow.

But—

Since it's come to this, he better speak up or she won't agree.

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"Hurry up and tell me, it's so annoying to be left hanging!"

She urged him again.

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He was amused and slightly exasperated by her eagerness, so he continued.

"The two of them peered through the gap in the window."

The house was small, dark all around, with only a round table in the middle.

A single soybean oil lamp flickered on the table, its green-bean-sized flame barely illuminating a space larger than a colander.

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Four long benches lined the table, each filled with people.

One by one, they sat around the table, dressed like beggars with their hair hanging down, looking just like they were at a meeting.

"On the very edge sat a woman, with disheveled hair, wide open arms cradling a child..."

“Huh?”

Yang Ruqing tilted her head, "What's there to be afraid of? Maybe it was just a group of refugees who took over the house?"

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Luo Fengtang shook his head.

“The woman looked up, and the two of them recognized each other at once.”

She was the daughter-in-law of a family in their village. She died from complications during childbirth.

"...when they saw her breastfeeding, over a year after she had died..."

A gust of cold wind blew past.

Yang Ruoqing inexplicably felt a chill.

His spine glowed intermittently.

Looking around, there were only the two of them in the mountain ravine. No other figures could be seen.

Looking at those collapsed thatched houses over there, I suddenly felt so sorry for them!

"Qing'er, what's wrong? Why are your fingers so cold?"

Luofengtang asked, reaching out with one hand to hold her hands in his.

Originally, Qing'er's weakness was here?

A hint of a wicked smile flashed in his eyes.

"Qing'er, don't be afraid, I'll hold you!"

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He said, extending his arms towards her.

Yang Ruoqing glared at him, then straightened her back.

"Jokes, a mere trifle of demons and monsters I don't even bat an eye... Oh my!"

Before the words had left her lips, she suddenly jumped behind Luofeng Tang.

"Little Táng, what sound was that just now? Did you hear it?"

She held onto Luofeng Tang's clothes tightly with both hands and poked her head out.

In her past life, she was a typical atheist.

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Even in a sea of corpses and blood, they wouldn't bat an eyelid.

The bizarre soul-transmigration made her look at the world with a changed attitude.

The dead, she fears not.

But, for those immaterial ghosts...

She still has an instinctive resistance.

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When it came to horror films, she preferred American and Thai series.

Ghosts and the like all have physical forms and can attack physically up close.

But South Korea's, it's too floating.

It's a frustrating feeling, like punching through the air.

Anger, fear, but helpless.

As for domestic products?

Forget it.

Most of the time, it's the protagonist who took the wrong medicine and hallucinates.

So at this moment, the mountain wind blew a strange sound from the thatched roof house over there.

She instinctively jumped.

Luo Fengtang was also surprised by her reaction.

"What sound is that?" he asked, turning his head.

Yang Ruqing pointed to the thatched hut over there: "Over there, it seems like something's moving!"

...like a muffled hum...

Luo Fengtang remained silent, pricking up his ears to listen for any sound.

Indeed, another strange sound came.

This time, both of them heard it.

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"Under the bright blue sky, could we possibly run into a ghost?"

Yang Ruqing leaned her body towards Luofengtang.

Luo Fengtang reached out and tightly grasped Yang Ruoheng's hand.

He was also full of questions.

Once upon a time, there was a hunter who hunted in the mountains, day and night.

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I've never encountered any ghosts or supernatural beings.

Today, I told her the ghost stories I heard just to satisfy her curiosity.

"Don't be afraid, Qing'er. There are no ghosts or monsters in this world."

He soothed her.

"Even if there is, with me here, it won't dare to get close to us!"

Hearing his confident words, Yang Ruqing couldn't help but raise her head.

"Wow, you're so amazing? Don't tell me you have some kind of powerful magical artifact?"

She asked.

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Luo Fengtang smiled, before she could speak, she suddenly thought of something.

Pointing at him, he said excitedly, "Oh, I get it now!"

"You are a pure Yang body, a child's urine can ward off evil and misfortune, isn't that so?"

Luo Fengtang was covered in black lines.

"Where... did you hear that from?"

He asked.

Yang Ruqing blinked.

She wouldn't dare tell him that she learned it from Lam Ching-ying's zombie films.

Just at that moment, the sound came for the third time.

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This made her a bit annoyed.

Grabbing the hatchet he'd brought: “Damn it, this ain't over yet. Come on, let's go take a look. I wanna see what kind of freak this is!”

Luo Fengtang wanted to stay put, but seeing that she had already dashed out.

He hurried to follow after him.

This girl, this fierce energy.

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As I got closer, I realized that this thatched hut was really small.

On all sides, the walls had collapsed. The thatched roof of the hut had caved in and lay on the ground. Exposed to wind, sun, and rain, it was rotten and dilapidated.

Tall weeds, half a person's height, sprouted around the area. They were withered and yellowed.

That voice came from behind one of the half-human high walls.

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Yang Ruqing stopped in her tracks and pricked up her ears.

And at the same time, he grabbed Luofengtang.

She didn't speak, but pointed to the ground at her feet.

Luofeng Tang also tacitly understood and didn't make a sound.

Following her lead, I looked over. My brows furrowed.

The bloody trail snaked all the way to the broken wall, and then disappeared.

Obviously, there is someone or a beast behind the wall.

He held her shoulders and shook his head at her.

Use your eyes to stop her, don't let her come forward.

And he himself, drawing the dagger he always carried, gripped it tightly in his hand.

Then, he crouched down and stealthily crept toward that direction.

After the two previous incidents, Yang Ruqing didn't listen to him and stood still.

Instead, he grabbed his axe and quietly circled around to the other side of the broken wall. He would attack from there, giving him some cover...

When two people fell from the sky and landed on one end of the broken wall.

...was taken aback by the scene before him.

A man lay straight on the ground, his body covered in blood.

Luo Fengtang quickly sheathed his dagger and hurried over, crouching down beside the person.

I felt the person's nose with my hand, "There is still breath!"

Yang Ruqing also walked over and glanced at the person.

There were several cuts on his legs, arms, and abdomen.

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Though the vital organs weren't injured, he could still die from blood loss in other areas!

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He shook his head immediately.

Who knows what this person does?

Honest and simple villagers, who would run to the mountains alone and be hacked so badly?

The story of Mr. Dongguo and the wolf is a prime example.

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