"Brother Chen Zhen: It's like seeing you in person as I read this. I have already arrived in the provincial capital, and its prosperity far surpasses that of the remote Heishui Village."

I, your junior brother, will never forget what our master taught me, and I dare not forget my senior brother's parting words: "Serve the world and its people, and do not fail what you have learned."

I have recently been seeing patients at Renjitang Clinic and have gained their trust. Although I am quite busy, I feel very comforted.

How is everything in the village?

My daughter, Xiaoying, is very naughty and must have caused you trouble again. I hope you will discipline her more.

My wife is frail, and I'm sorry to trouble you to take care of her. Once I've established myself here, I'll bring her and our child to the city to reunite. Then you won't need to trouble me anymore.

Also, here's a small amount of my recent consultation fees.

The letter ended there.

This Chen Hua, he used to be a doctor?

This really surprised me. Doctors are supposed to be saving lives, but I never expected Chen Hua to turn into a demon who has killed countless people.

I flipped through the letters below, which were still written by Chen Hua to Seventh Uncle, but there was no reply from Seventh Uncle.

It's also possible that because so much time has passed, the myths of that era didn't retain any sense of belief, and thus they were all lost.

"That's not right. Chen Hua looks to be only in his forties or fifties, while Uncle Qi is already in his seventies or eighties. How could they be fellow disciples? Logically, they should be of the same generation as their master."

Li Huai, who was standing to the side, asked with some doubt, "Although we have never met Chen Hua in person, we have looked up his information online."

There are photos of him online; he looks to be in his forties or fifties.

"Who knows? That's not the point. Maybe it's because his master took on a second apprentice too long in between. Don't worry about these useless trivial matters. Let's continue reading the next letter."

Luo Tianhe urged eagerly, as he was quite interested in the contents of the letter.

He wanted to understand what kind of person Chen Hua really was, and to see if he could find his weaknesses from the letters.

I nodded and then read the rest of the letters to them; the contents were all roughly the same.

Chen Hua seemed to be gaining fame in the provincial capital, and his income was increasing. He would send money back to the village from time to time, and his heart was filled with hope for the future and longing for his wife and daughter.

We haven't seen Uncle Qi's reply, but I imagine it was just to let him know we're safe and sound, and to reassure him that he'll take good care of his wife and daughters.

However, starting with the fourth letter, the handwriting in the subsequent letters became increasingly hurried and anxious.

"Brother Chen Zhen: I recently received a letter from my wife saying that the village has been suffering from drought for three consecutive months, the crops have withered, and people are in a state of panic."

I am deeply worried. I am enclosing fifty silver dollars, hoping that my senior brother can use this money to buy grain and share it with the villagers to help them get through this difficult time.

Seeing this, I couldn't help but smack my lips.

When Chen Hua was young, he seemed to be a very philanthropist.

He went out to work as a doctor and learned that a drought had occurred in the village, so he sent money back home. Fifty silver dollars was not a small amount at that time.

The next letter came a day later, and the handwriting was noticeably more messy and hurried.

"Senior brother, why haven't you replied to me yet? What's the situation in the village?!"

Are my daughter Xiaoying and my wife still safe and sound?

I had a nightmare last night and felt uneasy after waking up. If you receive this letter, please reply to me as soon as possible to let me know you are safe.

The anxiety in the letter almost leaps off the page; we can imagine how anxious Chen Hua must have been in the provincial capital at the time.

But he received no response from his senior brother.

"What was that old codger Seventh Uncle doing at the time? He didn't even reply to a letter. Look how anxious he was."

Luo Tianhe couldn't help but curse.

None of us had any objections; that old man just deserved to be scolded.

People are so worried, what's going on? At least tell them something, don't just stay silent.

Although Chen Hua is a scoundrel now, he was a really good person when he was young.

I simply couldn't bring myself to do something as selfless as using my own salary to help the people in the village.

I flipped through the letters but still didn't see Chen Zhen's reply. Then I opened the fifth letter, which had incredibly messy handwriting and was covered in mottled ink spots.

One can imagine how emotionally devastated the writer must have been at that moment.

Before even reading the content, I couldn't help but frown.

There's a sense that a storm is brewing.

"Chen Zhen! Tell me this isn't true! How dare they, how dare they take my Ying'er..."

My Ying'er! She's only six years old, what nonsense about guiding the earth and calming the earth veins!

That's my daughter, and also your niece. You promised me you'd take care of them. Is this how you took care of them?

There are so many children in the village, why didn't it be someone else who died? Why didn't it be someone else?!

The letter is filled with unmistakable resentment and bitterness; we can almost see Chen Hua gritting his teeth and grieving deeply as he writes it.

I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine.

We are no longer newbies who have just entered Blackwater Village. We have already understood what "earth guiding" and "pacifying the earth veins" mean.

So it's easy to imagine what his daughter went through.

No wonder Chen Hua harbored such deep hatred for the villagers, turning them all into mindless walking corpses instead of giving them a quick death.

Perhaps this is the best revenge he could take against the villagers.

There were still a few letters left, and I opened the next one amidst everyone's curious gazes.

"Chen Zhen, my wife also went with Ying'er. She couldn't bear the blow and committed suicide by jumping into a well. Now my family is ruined and my family is dead. Are you satisfied?"

What a Blackwater Village! What a group of ignorant, cruel, and emotionless villagers!

And what were you doing, senior brother? As the village chief, why didn't you stop them?!

Is it because of that damned, bullshit rule set by the master that he can't interfere with the villagers' sacrificial rites?

Or do you simply think that exchanging my daughter for a rain shower is worthwhile?

From this day forward, I, Chen Hua, sever all ties with Blackwater Village!

I have nothing more to do with you, my pedantic, cowardly, incompetent, and heartless senior brother!

The pain you inflicted on me, I will repay a hundredfold, a thousandfold, ten thousandfold!

I will ensure that this Blackwater Village never finds peace, and that everyone there suffers a thousand times, ten thousand times, more horribly than my daughter and wife!

Upon seeing this, we all gasped and felt a chill run down our spines.

So Chen Hua had such a tragic past.

Old Chen, who was standing to the side, had collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, and he murmured:

"When I was a child, I think I heard an old man mention a Mr. Chen who went out to study medicine. After that, I lost contact with him. It turns out it was him."