Feng Yuli realized something and said to Nan Yuanman, "When we came here, this village was already like this. No one lived there, only a few skeletons that had been dead for a long time."

Feng Congqian and Nan Yuanman were stunned for a moment: "How could this be..."

If this village is uninhabited, then what were those villagers they saw last night? And what about Yuuki Ueda...?

She possesses the vitality and yang energy that only living beings have; she shouldn't be a ghost or monster. Could it be...?

Nan Yuanman thought of something, opened the coffin lid, and took out a puppet.

This incredible feat of conjuring up a living person left the subordinate speechless, his eyes nearly popping out of his head. He stared dumbfounded at Nan Yuanman, then at the puppet standing quietly in place: "This...this...this..."

Good heavens, a mustard seed space, able to retrieve objects from a distance!

My young lady is actually a cultivator?!

Feng Xingchi smiled and put his arm around his shoulder: "You know what to do, right?"

subordinate:"!"

He quickly made a zipping motion over his mouth: "Boss, don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut! I'd rather die than let a single word slip out!"

Feng Xingchi patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Not bad, you know what's good for you."

Nan Yuanman didn't notice their subtle movements. She held the puppet's icy-cold wrist and used her spiritual energy to probe inside.

Sure enough, they sensed a faint vitality and yang energy emanating from the puppet, as if... it were still a living person.

But seeing his flat, unwavering chest, Nan Yuanman knew he was dead.

Nanmanyuan recalled the information she had received from Ueda Yuki: the villagers could not leave the village at will, or they would contract a strange disease and die suddenly.

Considering all of this, the villagers that Nanmanyuan encountered last night, including Yuki Ueda... were all puppets created by that wicked woman.

The wicked woman escaped, and without her control, the villagers returned to their old ways.

This is why Yuki Ueda said that people who leave the village suddenly develop strange illnesses and die.

As for why the village she saw last night wasn't as dilapidated as it is now, the reason should also lie with the bad woman.

Nan Yuanman pursed her lips, her little mind recalling the look of longing on Ueda Yuuki's face as she looked at the outside world last night, and she felt a little sad.

That older sister... she didn't even know she was dead, and she was still dreaming of having the chance to see the outside world.

The little dumpling sighed like a little adult, and put the puppet away with a sullen expression: "Big brother, can you take me to see those skeletons you saw?"

"Of course you can." Feng Yuli picked up Nan Yuanman in one go. Feng Xingchi originally wanted to go with him, but Feng Congqian forced him to go to the private plane for a full-body checkup.

Along with him was Xie Qingya, who was still fast asleep after being injected with an anesthetic.

Feng Yuli led Nan Yuanman toward the house at the end of the village. The house looked fairly intact, so he had the remains temporarily collected there.

Nan Yuanman took a closer look and realized that these skeletons had indeed been dead for a long time, about ten years. The flesh on their bodies had completely decayed and fallen off, leaving only the yellowish-black bones.

There's no trace of Yuki Ueda in this.

I wonder if the bad woman took her with her when she left.

Nan Yuanman got down from Feng Yuli's arms, recited the Rebirth Sutra for the skeletons, and was about to leave when he seemed to sense something and turned to look at the small room at the very back of the house.

Nan Yuanman stared at the small room for a few seconds, then her short legs took a few steps forward uncontrollably before Feng Congqian grabbed her by the back of her collar with lightning speed: "Where are you going?"

"Dad, I want to go check out that room. There seems to be something in there." Nan Yuanman pointed in the direction of the small room.

Feng Congqian pulled her into his arms and cautiously led her inside. Feng Yuli frowned slightly: "There's something? That shouldn't be the case. I told them to put everything they found outside..."

The three of them went into the small room and found that it was well-lit, pitch black, and they could not see anything.

Feng Yuli cautiously shielded Feng Congqian and Nan Yuanman behind him, then took out his phone and turned on the flashlight.

A white shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes, and when he looked closely, a hideous human face suddenly appeared in front of him.

Feng Yuli: "!!!"

Feng Yuli's mind went blank, and his hand holding the phone trembled violently. It took a lot of effort to prevent him from throwing the phone.

Nan Yuanman exclaimed "Eh?" and climbed down from Feng Congqian's arms. He toddled closer to the hideous face with his short legs, looked at it, and then touched it: "A wooden dummy?"

Hearing his voice, Feng Yuli slowly came to his senses, his back already covered in a layer of cold sweat: "Fake?"

"Hmm." Nan Yuanman nodded, and looked around in the light of his phone flashlight, discovering that this was a place with a shrine.

However, this shrine is not quite the same as the one in Xia Kingdom.

It is very large, about two meters tall. In the center is a female statue with a graceful figure, standing with her arms crossed. There is no face. Next to her are four men in various poses with ferocious expressions.

Feng Yuli also noticed the items on the shrine, paused for a moment, and said, "These four people... could they be imitations of the Four Heavenly Kings of Xia? And this woman... is she a statue of Amaterasu Omikami from Japan?"

Nan Yuanman tilted his head, but his gaze remained fixed on the female sculpture: "Amaterasu?"

Feng Congqian revealed a mocking expression: "Amaterasu is the goddess of light in Japanese mythology, a symbol of order and life."

However, it now seems that the methods used by these Japanese people can hardly be considered honorable.

The shrine was covered in dust, and on the altar were several dried fish that had been sitting there for who knows how long, as well as a few wrinkled fruits, which looked like no one had made offerings to them for a long time.

Nanmanyuan stood before the statue of Amaterasu, looking up at her. He could feel that the power from which he had gently called upon her came from there.

She raised her hand and slapped it onto the sculpture.

Unseen by ordinary people, white light rose from the sculpture and quickly flowed into the crystal heart within the Southern Perfection Spiritual Platform.

Liuli Xin was overjoyed, her heart pounding with excitement. More power strengthened Nan Yuanman's meridians and limbs, making her even healthier and stronger.

Nan Yuanman looked surprised. This was... the power of faith? But... why did this power seem so familiar?

Liuli Xin jumped up and down, feeling wronged.

Of course I'm familiar with it.

This is His power!

Feng Congqian and Feng Yuli didn't dare to disturb her. They watched nervously as Nan Yuanman stood there blankly for a while before withdrawing her hand, and then hurriedly asked, "Yuanman, how are you? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." Nan Yuanman shook her head. When she looked at the statue of Amaterasu again, she felt that it wasn't as beautiful as she had been before, perhaps because of psychological reasons. She could sense a bit of anger and ferocity on the expressionless face.

It was as if the sculpture was coming to life.