"stop."

The middle-aged man stopped them, holding a butcher's knife. He was burly and exuded a strong aura of killing intent, as if an ancient demon god had emerged from hell.

Wu Xiao and Zuo Xiang exchanged a glance. The village was eerie, giving them a bad feeling, and they were about to take action.

The middle-aged man suddenly noticed what Wu Xiao was holding in his hand and asked:

What are you holding in your hand?

"A map of the mountain shape of Nan Village." Wu Xiao spread out the map and said, "We came here by following the map. We mean no harm. Please forgive us if we have disturbed you."

The middle-aged woman rushed over, shocked, and said, "It looks familiar, like I've seen it before?"

“I’ve seen it before. This is a picture that Grandpa kept hidden away. The picture is incomplete; the other half is with Grandpa,” Tiger Tooth said.

"What are you talking about?" The old man, who had been splattered all over himself after the latrine bucket exploded, came back after washing himself and was shocked when he saw the map in Wu Xiao's hand.

They rushed into the house, rummaged through drawers and cabinets, and retrieved the map that had been buried for many years.

Connecting with the map in Wu Xiao's hand, a complete map immediately appeared before our eyes.

The old man was very excited; his lips trembled and his eyes were filled with tears.

Wu Xiao glanced at it casually, and three words appeared on it.

"Xihuang Mountain."

"The Western Emperor's Celebration at Western Emperor Mountain, Young Master, you've finally arrived."

The old man knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly, extremely excited, tears streaming down his face.

The middle-aged man, the old woman, and the tiger teeth, which had been transformed into pieces of silly characters, also recovered.

Many villagers from Nancun gathered here, knelt down in front of Wu Xiao, prostrated themselves, and performed the kneeling ceremony with solemn expressions, kowtowing repeatedly.

Wu Xiao and the Left Prime Minister looked at each other, completely bewildered.

After a while, Wu Xiao finally figured out the whole story. It turned out that the mountain on the side of Nan Village was called Xihuang Mountain.

The villagers of Nancun have guarded this mountain for generations, waiting for their master to return.

These villagers are not practitioners, but they are all extraordinary.

Because they possess the blood of God.

Although it has been diluted to almost nothing now, it is still very powerful.

They have been waiting for the "Western Emperor Celebration" to resume.

The Western Emperor's Celebration.

Wu Xiao was very familiar with this term. At the Bronze Gate, the Ghost Queen had mentioned that the Ancient Demon Language was a language that only some powerful demons of that era were qualified to learn.

It was created by that great figure who suppressed all the heavens.

It is the only language used at the "Western Emperor Celebration".

Now that the villagers of Nancun are mentioning the "Western Emperor's Celebration" again, Wu Xiao feels that this is not simple and wants to ask for more details, but he can no longer get any useful information.

All they knew was that the "West Emperor Celebration" would begin at West Emperor Mountain, and that Nan Village's responsibility was to protect the mountain.

"You're telling us such important information, aren't you afraid we're not the people you're looking for?" Wu Xiao found it strange that the villagers were throwing out all the information at us so readily, without any hesitation.

“Impossible, young master. The half of the map you have is hidden inside two coffins. Finding it is extremely complicated, and opening it is even more complicated.”

"Is it hidden in the red jade crystal coffin?" Wu Xiao stared at the old man who was speaking.

"That important person didn't say."

"Is there anyone else?"

"It was he who instructed Nancun to guard Xihuang Mountain for generations, awaiting your arrival, young master, and then to allow you to initiate the 'Xihuang Celebration'."

Wu Xiao finally understood what the old man was saying.

There was a big shot who said that Nan Village should guard Xihuang Mountain and wait for a person with a map to appear. The person with the map would be their young master.

Wu Xiao pressed her advantage and continued asking questions.

How do I start the Western Emperor's Celebration?

What's the story behind the bronze door?

What about the Void Vines?

When asked, he knew nothing.

Wu Xiao then recounted the unfortunate events she had experienced recently, which they also found to be of unknown origin.

As they chatted, night fell.

The villagers were excitedly preparing dinner, and Wu Xiao and Zuo Xiang did not refuse, eating with the villagers.

After eating.

Wu Xiao walked to a corner of Nan Village and found that the villagers were not paying attention to him, so he started to contact Li Ming.

She'd been holding it in all day; she had so many questions she wanted to ask.

"Was it you who sent me to Xihuang Mountain?" Wu Xiao thought carefully. The big shot mentioned by the villagers of Nan Village seemed to be Li Ming.

"It wasn't me, it really wasn't me."

Li Ming naturally saw what the villagers of Nan Village and Wu Xiao were saying, and he also suspected that it was a scheme he had set up.

But it really wasn't him.

He has no memory of this.

How could he be so free to make plans? Is he just bored and have nothing better to do?

I dare say, anyone who orchestrated this must have something wrong with their head.

It's such a simple thing, but he has to make it so complicated, as if he's worried that someone will harm him.

The person who orchestrated this must be a seasoned veteran, perhaps currently hiding somewhere?

Wu Xiao asked, "I don't know how the Western Emperor's Celebration begins, do you?"

"How could I possibly know?" Li Ming shook his head, thought for a moment, and then said, "Why don't you go to that mountain tomorrow and take a look? Maybe you can find some information there?"

"There's no other way. All the information points to Xihuang Mountain and the Xihuang Celebration. I have a feeling that once we figure this out, the mystery will be solved."

"Then good luck, and let me know when you figure it out."

"Let me tell you, if it turns out you were the one who did this, I'll definitely kill you," Wu Xiao said, rolling his eyes.

"It can't be me. If it were me, I'd do a handstand while washing my hair on live stream."

Wu Xiao rested her chin on her hand, looking puzzled: "I can understand washing my hair upside down, but what's this live stream?"

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