Walking along the forest path shrouded in darkness, the girl looked at the dim lights of the shrine in the distance and could still hear some faint crying sounds.

If it were her previous life self, she would have probably run away in fear, she thought to herself, and then continued forward.

Thanks to her special talent, she can perceive certain truths and not be blinded by strange appearances.

When she reached the side door of the shrine, she paused to look inside. She saw a woman kneeling in the hall, weeping, with a body covered in black cloth beside her.

Seeing this scene, the girl had some guesses in her mind. Perhaps the woman was so sad because her relatives had passed away.

At this moment, the witch in the shrine also came over and looked at the girl at the bottom of the shrine steps.

"Are you awake? Is something wrong?" Her voice was kind.

"Yeah, I'm hungry." The girl answered a little embarrassedly.

"Haha, what a simple child you are." Granny Gro asked the girl to wait for a while, then went to another yard at the back and took out a cloth bag filled with some rice, two green fruits and a taro.

"Just make do with it tonight. You can go to the market in the valley tomorrow." Granny Gro handed the bag to the girl and then turned back.

Soon after, a slight sound was heard in the shrine. It seemed to be the sound of several copper plates colliding with each other. In the dark night, it brought a touch of spirituality and tranquility, soothing the sad crying.

After Luo Lanxier got the food, he went back to cook dinner. He washed the rice first, put it in the pot and steamed it, then added the chopped taro.

Then she walked out and sat in the yard for a while, after all, steaming rice takes some time.

The valley is very quiet at night, with few crops growing in it. Only near the shrine, because of the higher terrain, it can be exposed to some sunlight, so there are still some trees and grass.

The girl looked at the sky above her head, which was sandwiched between the mountain walls on both sides. The faint starlight in it flickered.

Although this place is barren, the starry sky is much clearer than where I stayed before.

With the slightly fat goldfinch pillowed behind him, Loran Hill sat on the cold millstone in the yard, looking up at the stars, feeling a faint sense of nostalgia, as if he had returned to a long time ago.

Just like that, she closed her eyes and felt the breeze blowing slowly past her side, bringing the unique freshness of the night.

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The next morning, after a simple meal, Loran Hill came to the shrine.

The woman from last night had long since left, and the hall became quiet again. Granny Gro was sweeping the space in front of the shrine with a broom, letting the fallen leaves fall into the grass beside it.

"Get up, Jialan." The old man greeted her, his voice soft and slow.

Loran Hill nodded, then picked up the broom and swept the remaining fallen leaves aside.

After finishing this little task, the two of them walked together to the back of the shrine. Surrounded by the open woods, there were simple tree stump tables and chairs.

"Sit down for a while, and then I'll tell you about some of the usual things." The old man and the girl sat on a small wooden stake next to a big tree stump.

"First of all, the reason why I invite your support is because I have been feeling a little overwhelmed by many things lately." The old man began to speak.

"I'm sure you've seen the local conditions along the way. It's sparsely populated and the land is barren."

Loran Hill nodded. The scenes along the way were indeed as the old man described.

"You might be curious why villages and settlements are concentrated in valleys, canyons, and other remote and narrow areas."

"That's because the dragon veins become particularly active in the middle of every month. At that time, the earth and the wilderness will also be filled with the power of the Nine Netherworld, and all kinds of demons and monsters will come out to move around. Open areas are difficult to defend against, and the more open the sky is, the easier it is to be attacked by those flying ghosts."

"Earth and rock are much better. Although some ghosts can pass through, some ancient methods can still engrave practical spells to prevent those ghosts from easily passing through."

"Here, the days in the middle of the month will be difficult. Everyone will gather together to resist the impact from the outside world until the Nine Nether Power surging in the dragon veins gradually dissipates, and then we can go out and move around again."

The witch briefly introduced the local people's daily routine and the significance of doing so.

At this point, Loran Hill slowly began to understand why the wilderness outside was so desolate, with few roads. This was because anything built would be destroyed by the wandering spirits mid-moon, so it was better not to build at all.

"The reason I asked you to come here is because I hope you can help the people here resist attacks from various ghosts."

After explaining, the old man finally told the girl what she had to do.

"Okay, I understand." Loran Hill nodded. If it was just about getting rid of those monsters, it wouldn't be a difficult task.

Seeing the young girl nod, the old man's expression seemed to relax a little. It seemed that he was under a lot of pressure in his daily life.

"That's all for now. I'll take you to the market below the valley later to buy some daily necessities. Although this place is poor, some daily necessities are still available."

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The sun is hanging in the sky above, and some sunlight shines into the earth in the valley, making people feel warm.

Loranhill followed Granny Gro and walked in this simple market.

Its total length is only two or three hundred meters, and most of the stalls are set up by local people to buy and sell things.

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