Wu Yue's hand, which was about to cover her eyes, froze in mid-air.
Behind the group of ghosts, a huge paulownia tree rose from the ground, completely obscuring the distant mountains from Wu Yue's perspective.
The tree was not a real tree; within its transparency lingered an inextinguishable flame. The light of the flame was very faint, so faint that one would have missed it if not for her special eyes.
Seeing that she was standing there in a daze, Yan Chiyu gave up the idea of letting Wu Yue practice her courage again.
Five yellow talismans flew out from his palm, and the blue flames formed by the talismans instantly burned the group of ghosts that were drifting over to ashes.
Wu Yue, who had been staring at the sycamore tree, noticed that the tree's light had dimmed by half, making it look as if it had gone bald.
She looked again and saw that the ghosts that had rushed towards them had all disappeared, and then the Flaming Phoenix Tree was gone as well.
Wu Yue turned her head to look, and Yan Chiyu just withdrew his hand. With a light touch of his fingertips, a wisp of ash disappeared without a trace.
He said, "Let's go to Yao Ruxing's house."
Wu Yue opened her mouth and asked him, "Did you see that sycamore tree just now?"
Yan Chiyu's gaze froze for a moment. "No."
The young man held the girl's wrist with one hand. "You didn't harm us, so you should be fine. It's late, go back and rest."
The wind was cold in the middle of the night, and the fear that had been lingering on my wrist was completely dispelled by the warmth coming from my wrist.
Wu Yue smiled, gently brushed the young man's wrist away with her other hand, and instead took his hand: "Go back and catch up on your sleep!"
Even single people are sleepy.
[Hahaha, the place where dreams begin]
Investing in Witch God is a sure win!
Congratulations on discovering this treasure!
[I bet two packs of spicy and sour tripe that the sycamore tree the witch god saw earlier is probably closely related to this village, maybe it's a guardian tree or something?]
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They woke up early the next morning to a beautiful autumn morning, with bright and warm sunshine and a slightly chilly breeze.
Wu Yue and Yan Chiyu planned to go back to the village chief's house to look for more clues.
Just minutes before, they had returned empty-handed from the village entrance, still unable to leave. This indicated that the matter was far from over; what they had seen last night was merely the tip of the iceberg.
The road leading from Yao's house to the village chief's house, where the withered grass trampled by Cheng Pingxi and Uncle Min last night, is now stubbornly swaying in the wind again, just like yesterday.
As soon as they reached the entrance to the village chief's courtyard, footsteps came from inside, followed by a calloused, rough hand pushing open the wooden door.
Upon seeing them, they broke into warm smiles.
"Hey, young master and young lady, where have you been so early in the morning? I prepared breakfast and was going to call you for breakfast, but I found no one in the room."
Yan Chiyu and Wu Yue stopped in their tracks at the same time.
Standing before them was the village chief, who had been burned to death by the blue flames of the talisman last night.
The village chief's tone and demeanor were no different from the day before, as if he had not experienced what happened last night, and he was still polite and friendly to Yan Chiyu and the others.
Wu Yue immediately realized what was happening and smiled slightly: "Mr. Village Chief, we just took a walk around the foot of the mountain. We have a habit of taking a morning stroll. Thank you for thinking of us and providing us with breakfast."
The village chief's expression changed, though he quickly returned to normal. However, this subtle change in expression was noticed by Yan Chiyu and the others.
Sure enough, he didn't remember anything about last night...
So--
“Yes, the air in our countryside is fresh, and the scenery at the foot of the mountain is indeed quite nice. However,” the village chief chimed in enthusiastically, “there are many graves on that mountain, belonging to the village’s ancestors, so there’s nothing to worry about. You two should try not to go there, lest it frighten you.”
Yan Chiyu nodded. "Thank you for the reminder."
After speaking, the young man turned his gaze to the village chief, his voice low and mellow like aged wine: "Mr. Village Chief, last night my girlfriend got her period and wanted to borrow a sanitary napkin from your wife, but you didn't answer the door when we knocked. We knocked for quite a while and we thought you had gone out."
The village chief waved his hand dismissively, as if to say, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
Looking at Yan Chiyu with that expression, he said, "My wife and I are heavy sleepers, so no matter who calls us, it's no use, haha. We can't hear any noise. Do you still need a girlfriend? My wife is in the kitchen, you can go find her..."
"Oh, no need," Wu Yue quickly said. "I found a bag of them in my bag later, so please don't bother."
"Alright, alright, you two hurry up and have breakfast. I have to get back to work."
"Goodbye, village chief."
As Wu Yue watched the village chief walk away with his hoe in the distance, she silently turned her head and whispered, "How come he's alive again?"
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