Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi were just two followers. While Zhou Chongyang and the others were talking, the two excused themselves to go to the restroom and went elsewhere.
As they were heading towards the village, villagers kept coming out.
One enthusiastically invited them in for a cup of tea, while another offered to show them the newly planted fruit trees—it was a truly wonderful scene.
Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi followed the will of the people and went outside to check on the fruit trees.
To ordinary people, it was a scene of abundant harvests and fragrant fruit trees, but to Jiang Si, it was a desolate landscape with only bare tree branches on the mountaintop.
Perhaps there was a time when the air was filled with the fragrance of ripe fruit.
"Oh, under the Party Secretary's leadership, we all have a bright future ahead of us."
Jiang Si: "..." You don't need to memorize lines so perfectly. Is the person behind this seriously out of touch with society?
The two replied perfunctorily, "It's fine."
Soon, the village committee had prepared the meal and called them to eat.
Seeing the table full of food, Jiang Si was considering whether to knock them unconscious and pretend they had already eaten.
This was clearly stale food, and there was even a maggot wriggling on it.
Jiang Si grabbed Zhou Chongyang, "Have you forgotten? The regulations stipulate that we cannot use even a needle or thread from the masses. We cannot eat this meal."
Zhou Chongyang was about to say that it was not that serious when he saw the resistance in Jiang Si's eyes, and his heart turned cold instantly.
This is clearly a way of preventing us from eating.
"Yes, yes, there are regulations now that prohibit taking anything from the people when going to the countryside. We brought some instant noodles and the like with us, so that's enough for us."
"Keep these for you to eat."
“The lives of the masses are so difficult. How can we come here to eat and take? This is clearly drinking the blood and sweat of the people. This is not allowed.”
Zhou Chongyang spoke with great passion and fervor, his eyes shining with unwavering determination and a righteous light.
Xie Wuyi transmitted his voice to Jiang Si: This kid has the makings of a leader.
After much persuasion, they finally gave up the idea.
“Alright then,” Brother Liu scratched his head.
Zhou Chongyang silently apologized to Brother Liu in his heart.
In winter, especially in the mountains, night falls quickly.
Brother Liu arranged two rooms for them: one for Jiang Si and one for Xie Wuyi and Zhou Chongyang.
Around midnight, a faint fragrance seemed to drift into the room.
It doesn't smell bad, but it smells a bit nauseating.
Jiang Si quickly held her breath.
In another room, Xie Wuyi also held his breath.
However, Zhou Chongyang and the others couldn't help him. Zhou Chongyang's breathing, which had been relatively regular, suddenly became very weak, and he looked as if he had suddenly died.
Xie Wuyi fed Zhou Chongyang a pill.
"You're lucky, kid."
How should I put it? It smells like corpse oil.
Corpse oil has been used since ancient times, especially in Southeast Asia. It has a fragrant smell that can cause people to lose consciousness. If you smell it too often, you will gradually be controlled by others without realizing it.
In the end, they became living corpses.
Brother Liu is already nearing the end of his current stage; if they lag any longer, it may be too late to turn the tide.
In the darkness, several figures quietly crept in.
I quietly pushed open the window, and the cold mountain wind blew in, along with a little moonlight.
The figures watched for a while, then lowered the window and quietly left.
After they left, Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi got up at the same time.
They pushed open the door, exchanged a glance, said nothing, and then concealed themselves and followed.
They want to see who's behind this.
Those figures were walking up the mountain.
Their steps were very mechanical, yet they moved as if on flat ground, very steadily.
This is a mountain road with a steep incline of over 60 degrees.
Upwards, they saw a house, from which came a burnt smell.
Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi almost killed each other.
A small room, only about ten square meters in size, was surrounded by wronged spirits, each one dressed in rags, staring blankly into the room, layer by layer.
Every city has homeless people.
They are practically ignored; whether one is missing or one is added, few people will care.
And now, it is these wanderers who are being refined into corpse oil.
They were exploited during their lives and were even refined into corpse oil after their deaths.
Refining corpse oil is an extremely insidious method that severely damages a person's three souls, essentially eliminating any possibility of reincarnation.
Inside was Zhou Wenjun, the homeless man they were investigating.
Liu Wei, who had previously been in charge of Zhou Wenjun's aftermath at the rescue station, now had his fragmented soul mixed in with the mess.
Zhou Wenjun stared intently at the heat inside, a strange smile playing on his lips.
The body of another homeless man was being roasted on top.
Zhou Wenjun, despite being a homeless man himself, brought people with similar experiences of homelessness to this place and subjected them to the most inhumane torture.
Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi also figured out the general direction of the matter.
Zhou Wenjun was likely the person behind Huang Mao, providing them with resources to lure and kill one person after another.
Jiang Si had also examined the destinies of these people.
They may be rich or noble, talented or lucky.
Anyway, you can at least occupy one item.
Zhou Wenjun claimed ownership of each of these people's destinies, which is why Jiang Si found his appearance strange.
Despite being destined for poverty and misfortune, he is somehow surrounded by an aura of nobility.
With a wave of her hand, Jiang Si collected all the wronged souls surrounding her in layers upon layers.
In an instant, the yin energy dissipated, and Zhou Wenjun looked outside warily.
His gloomy gaze swept around, but he found nothing.
A hint of panic appeared on his face. "Who is it?"
Several people who looked like village officials stood ramrod straight to the side.
Could it be the three people who just arrived today?
impossible!
Zhou Wenjun shook his head. They were just three ordinary people. He didn't believe they had such abilities, and they had already been rendered unconscious by his corpse oil.
Jiang Si came out.
"Zhou Wenjun," Jiang Si called out.
Under the pale moonlight, the figures of Jiang Si and Xie Wuyi appeared, like demons.
"Who taught you that?"
They had calculated Zhou Wenjun's life; he was born with a miserable fate, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, he should have died on some winter night three years ago, instead of still being alive and kicking here.
Such a person would not understand these crooked and evil arts.
Almost the instant they appeared, several village officials stood in front of Zhou Wenjun.
Jiang Si sneered. The man is dead. Are you still gambling that he might soften his heart?
"You don't think these few lackeys can stop me, do you?" Jiang Si sneered.
"Why waste so much breath on him?" Xie Wuyi said, and suddenly produced a whisk from somewhere. The whisk seemed to have a mind of its own and flew straight at Zhou Wenjun.
The moment the whisk touched his body, Zhou Wenjun let out a painful howl, veins bulging on his face, as he was engulfed in extreme agony.
"So, do you want to say it?" Xie Wuyi said calmly.
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