If everything was caused by Lu Yuan, then his being controlled in the ruined temple was also intentional.

Furthermore, the power armor must be equipped with the ability to record surrounding images, so Mao Xiaofang's inquiry about the ghost messengers would no longer be a secret.

If they continue down the same path at this point, the dangers will far exceed their understanding of the world, and may even lead the sorcerer and Lu Yuan to cooperate, waiting for them to walk into a trap.

Why?

Lin Feng wasn't sure what made Lu Yuan so hostile towards them, but he was certain of one thing: it definitely wasn't because of this mission world. From the moment they entered the mission world, they had been in a perilous situation, which meant that the other party had been prepared long before the mission began.

A troublemaker from another mission world used a tool to track down this mission world and even infiltrated their team.

Just then, the villagers finally prepared to return. Mao Xiaofang wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief: "It's done."

Just as they were about to turn around, a group of witches and shamans wearing ghost masks and brightly colored clothes, along with several fierce-looking thugs, rushed out from the direction of the village.

Mao Xiaofang sensed a familiar presence, and his relaxed expression vanished instantly.

He didn't recognize this group of people, but he recognized the things they carried. They were all wandering people who worshipped wild gods. They didn't have any special skills, but they had a lot of ways to harm people.

"etc!"

The thugs who came running over stopped all the villagers who were about to go back, and herded them back to Mao Xiaofang one by one like ducks.

Si Zang heard the noise and looked up, his gaze immediately falling on the group of witches and shamans: "In such a short time, even cats and dogs dare to jump out and bully me."

The oldest man had a very eye-catching mask on his shoulder, with sharp teeth, big eyes, and a head of long, explosive hair.

Mao Guishen, a folk deity, is often worshipped in the homes of petty thieves. He will secretly do bad things, transferring rice, flour, needles, and thread from other people's homes to the family that worships him. If the worship is not done well, these things will be sent back to other people's homes.

Normally speaking, he is not a god, but he was given the title of god because people worship him.

“Magic artifact…” Lin Feng uttered two words briefly. Si Zang also noticed that everyone’s eyes were on the thunder-patterned Yazi peach wood axe hanging at Mao Xiaofang’s waist.

"A common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime." They had evil intentions before but dared not act. Now that Mao Xiaofang has killed the demon and is greatly exhausted, they may be able to take all the magical artifacts from him.

Si Zang sneered, but soon he saw Lu Yuan, his eyes darted around, and he immediately calmed down.

Even if Mao Xiaofang is more than half exhausted, he won't be weaker than these people. With the two of them watching over him, would Lu Yuan dare to hold back?

"Master Mao, be careful!" At this moment, Lu Yuan grabbed Mao Xiaofang's sleeve and pulled him back quickly, avoiding the invisible encirclement of the enemy. It seemed that he wanted to bring the battlefield to Lin Feng and the others.

Lin Feng and Si Zang watched expressionlessly, their slightly cold gazes subtly suppressing Lu Yuan's next move.

"Brothers, don't be fooled by him. Old Man Gan might have been tricked into leaving. This morning, everyone saw him and that other man sneaking around the village, and then they climbed over into Old Man Gan's house."

A burly man shouted, and then a villager who had led Mao Xiaofang there that morning chimed in, "Old Gan has helped us a lot in the past, we can't let him get into trouble for no reason!"

"Arrest him! What ghosts and monsters are causing trouble? I think it's him playing tricks!"

"Yes, arrest him and find out where Old Man Gan is!"

The shouts were a mix of truth and falsehood, and the other villagers who were unaware of the situation also looked at him with suspicion. From their perspective, there were too many suspicious things about Mao Xiaofang, and the two people standing in the distance acting suspiciously made them feel threatened.

Lu Yuan turned back with a pleading look in his eyes, as if to say that he simply couldn't bring himself to harm those ordinary people.

Seeing this, Lin Feng chuckled inwardly. This thug had arrived just in time, saving Lu Yuan and Mao Xiaofang from wasting their breath...

In a flash, Lin Feng tugged at Si Zang: "Let Mao Xiaofang go find Lin Jiu, we'll run first."

Upon hearing this, Si Zang suppressed a smile and immediately shouted, "Xiao Fang, we're leaving now. See you at Lin Jiu's place tonight!"

Wait... Mao Xiaofang's eyes widened, and his face immediately showed a hint of anxiety. Were they planning to dump him here?

Lu Yuan, who had just moments before appeared somewhat naive, momentarily forgot to conceal his true feelings, his eyes gleaming with a sharp light: Lin Jiu? No, they had no idea where Lin Jiu was...

"Wait for me!" Lu Yuan shouted, pulling Mao Xiaofang back again: "Master Mao, run!"

Run, how do you run, and where do you run to?

Mao Xiaofang had no hope of catching up. After Lin Feng and Si Zang shouted, they disappeared into the mountains. That was how Si Zang disappeared last time.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Yuan also put on that huge power armor and jumped more than ten meters away under the greedy gazes of the witches and shamans behind him.

"Quick, chase them! Don't let them get away!"

The crowd immediately started running wildly, with witches, shamans, and thugs chasing Mao Xiaofang's frantic, twisting figure into the woods from either side.

...

“That’s it.” Si Zang finished explaining his discovery and then began to observe the changes in Lin Feng with even greater seriousness.

Lin Feng exhaled bursts of demonic power, and bright demonic curse patterns appeared beneath the tattered armor on his chest, as if carved deeply into his skin: "There is also an underground palace in Dafang Village. It is very likely that there are ghost kings and flying zombies, or even Western vampires, below."

"You want to lure him there?"

Si Zang continued to study the things on Lin Feng's body, occasionally making some calculations with his hands, quite puzzled.

Lin Feng nodded: "Yes, since there's danger everywhere, why not let things slip out of his control..."

Hmm? Si Zang, who was still studying, stopped what he was doing. This sentence immediately reminded him of the previous divination: from adversity to prosperity, from despair to life. Wasn't this exactly what he had predicted?

Just as he was about to cast another divination, he involuntarily coughed: "Ugh...cough!!!"

"Ugh...cough cough!" After a few unpleasant coughs, Shizang stopped observing: "Your body..."

As they were talking, Si Zang's throat started to itch, and he began to cough again: "Cough cough cough cough cough!"

A strong sense of bitterness arose in his heart with each cough, and his body involuntarily gripped Lin Feng in front of him, his head bowed as he breathed heavily.

"A curse?" A bright yellow light flashed in Lin Feng's eyes as he noticed Si Zang's unusual behavior.

"No...cough cough...no!" Shizang raised his head, the pain following him and spreading to every part of his body: "A curse can't be so...silent...let's get down to business!"

"I understand the changes in you... cough cough, you must find a balance, otherwise your body will eventually become out of control." Si Zang said in a hoarse voice, "All things carry yin and embrace yang, and achieve harmony through the interaction of qi... Don't just blindly become stronger, it will only make you lose more."

Having said that, Sizang took out his stone platform and futon, and sat down cross-legged on them.

Lin Feng, lost in thought, stepped aside slightly and, observing the profound aura emanating from Si Cang's body, sat down at a distance.

They had returned to Dafang Village and were hiding in a side room of the Jiang family's ancestral home. Further back was the entrance to a cellar with a wide-open door. The Jiang family, the richest family in the village, had built the cellar entrance almost like a palace gate. The guardian stone lions on both sides were taller than a person, and the ever-spreading yin energy made it easy to spot.

"All things carry yin and embrace yang..." Lin Feng inexplicably crossed his arms in his chest, a slight inspiration arising, yet he couldn't grasp it.

Just as yin cannot grow alone and yang cannot be born alone, he understands these principles, but how can his body find this balance?