Fan Zhiyi listened and asked, "If that's the case, then why has the village become like this?"
Lin Taiyin smiled and shrugged lazily: "If we knew the reason, why would we issue a request for help?"
Yeah, that makes sense.
Cen Jun leaned over and asked, "Who is that master, and why did he use an ancient tree that has withstood five thunderbolts to create a statue?"
"I don't know, sir. After all, it's just a legend. As for the ancient tree, is it possible that such trees possess spirituality and, after enduring the incense offerings from the villagers, they could become a deity protecting this area? Who knows? But it's true that it can no longer leave this place." As he spoke, Lin Taiyin suddenly changed the subject. "After watching the sacrifice tonight, why don't you all follow me back to the Lin family? After all, you are guests who have come from afar, so the Lin family should show some hospitality. Tomorrow I'll have someone come and arrange your accommodations so that you can all live more comfortably."
The first one to refuse without a second thought was Zhuang Yujing: "No, let's finish the work as soon as possible. I have other things to do."
He An naturally agreed with Zhuang Yujing. As for Cen Jun and Bing Nandong, they would not make a decision without Fan Zhiyi's order.
Lin Taiyin also knew this and looked at Fan Zhiyi: "I wonder what the Immortal Venerable thinks? The head of the family also sent an invitation to the Immortal Venerable back then, but was rejected by the Immortal Venerable. The head of the family has always felt very regretful."
Fan Zhiyi lost interest the moment he heard it, but to maintain his outward appearance, he only said two words reservedly: "No."
"What a pity." Lin Taiyin sighed in annoyance, looking at everyone with raised eyes, "But speaking of which, Senior Brother Bing and Fan Zhiyi were the closest. When I heard that something happened to them, I was also very sad. Now Senior Brother Bing has been saved, but what about Fan Zhiyi?"
No one answered him, so Lin Taiyin continued muttering to himself, "I originally thought I could help look for Fan Zhiyi for you if there was still no news of him, but the method is only in the Lin family residence. Since you are unwilling, then I can't do anything either. I can only say that we are not destined to do so."
"Do you know my brother's whereabouts?" Cen Jun's tone revealed an excitement that he could not hide. He almost rushed forward. Fortunately, Fan Zhiyi quickly grabbed him and asked him to calm down. He pursed his lips and asked, "How do you know?"
Lin Taiyin just smiled and said nothing.
This person's words and actions were all unreliable, making it hard to believe what he said. However, since this matter involved Cen Jun's brother, Fan Zhiyi had to reconsider his previous question: whether to attend the banquet at the Lin family. He didn't know this person and was worried about a trick.
Seeing Cen Jun's anxious look towards him, Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong. Bing Nandong nodded slightly as if he understood. Fan Zhiyi said, "Forgive me for bothering you then."
"It is an honor for the Lin family to have the Immortal Lord visit us." Lin Taiyin's lips curled up, as if he was really happy because of Fan Zhiyi's agreement. There was a tiny light in his peach blossom eyes, which was particularly charming intentionally or unintentionally.
Since the three of them were going, Zhuang Yujing naturally couldn't stay alone with He An, so in the end they all decided to go to Lin's together after watching the Fuso God's Travels.
Everyone first divided the rooms. Fan Zhiyi, Bing Nandong, and Cen Jun lived in one room, and He An and Zhuang Yujing lived in another room very close to it. This way, even if something happened, everyone could react immediately.
Now the last bit of afterglow in the sky was about to be swallowed up, so they divided into two groups and walked around the village first. When the Fuso God's procession ceremony began, the two groups would meet up and follow the crowd forward.
Actually, there were only about a hundred people at most, and judging by their build, most of them were elderly. They all wore the same black mask, with only their cloudy eyes visible, and they were silent.
Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong exchanged glances. Cen Jun, understanding, asked the person closest to him, "Excuse me, where are we going now?"
The other party ignored him, so Cen Jun shook his head at Fan Zhiyi.
The entire procession moved very slowly. In the previously deserted village, with its doors completely shut, some people wearing dark clothing and black masks were now standing outside their doors. As the procession approached, they automatically blended in. On such a night, in such a procession, everything seemed incredibly strange.
Every few rows in the team, there were people with slightly taller figures holding torches. Otherwise, with the colors of their clothes and masks, Fan Zhiyi probably wouldn't have been able to see so many people here in the dark.
The six of them stood in the middle and back. Fan Zhiyi lit a cluster of fire with his fingertips, which illuminated their world a little. Some villagers looked towards them, and when their eyes met Fan Zhiyi's, they immediately looked away as if they were guilty.
Fan Zhiyi felt confused, but the way those people looked at him made him feel uncomfortable, cold and emotionless, like... the way those ghost dolls in the horror movies about dolls that Fan Zhiyi had seen before stared at the protagonist with ill intentions in the dark.
We had to go up the mountain later. The surroundings became increasingly quiet. The tall grass and trees seemed to eat people. The mountain road was among these grass and trees. It was only a thin strip that could barely accommodate three people at the same time.
This mountain road is not like the snow-capped mountains where they live. It is extremely rugged and has a lot of gravel.
Fan Zhiyi very naturally and unnoticeably grabbed Bing Nandong's wrist through his sleeve and whispered, "It's hard to walk here, and it's crowded. I'll hold you."
"good."
At this moment, Zhuang Yujing, who was the fastest and had climbed the hill first, stretched out his hand to Bing Nandong without turning back. "Hurry up, this road is hard to walk on. Your eyesight is not good. I will mercifully hold your hand."
Bing Nandong didn't respond. Zhuang Yujing turned around and saw Fan Zhiyi pulling Bing Nandong. He frowned, looked at Fan Zhiyi, then at Bing Nandong. Because the crowd was rushing up, he only paused for a second or two before regaining his composure. He found a way to back down and ordered Fan Zhiyi, "Hold him tight, don't let him fall."
"Don't worry."
Bing Nandong looked down at Fan Zhiyi's hand. Under the firelight, Fan Zhiyi's fair skin was bathed in some orange-yellow light. Although it was still a little blurry, he could already see his five fingers clearly.
Bing Nandong felt Fan Zhiyi's grip was firm, as if he wouldn't let go no matter what, which made him move closer. His eyesight had improved over the past few days, and now it wasn't difficult for him to walk this way, but he didn't tell Fan Zhiyi.
Feeling Bing Nandong approaching, Fan Zhiyi asked, "What's wrong?"
"If you can't see clearly, your heart will always be uneasy."
"I'll walk slower."
“No need.”
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