To be honest, Wen He didn't know what had happened. She just couldn't hold back the anger in her chest and yelled it out as if to vent.
Then, the surroundings became quiet, as quiet as a dead bird. Countless pairs of eyes stared at Wen He blankly, without blinking, making Wen He a little flustered and embarrassed. It could be said that she didn't want the child to stay with her. She probably couldn't help but want to escape.
After all, she doesn't know anything. To put it more seriously, her behavior just now might have disturbed Zhang Daxian's spell casting.
With this in mind, Wen He said to the big man anxiously, "Take the child with you and leave first. He looked very uncomfortable just now. It would be bad if he got hurt as well."
"Child? How can there be a child around me? I only have one child at home, and this child is..."
"This isn't your child. How is this possible? This child clearly looks like you..."
Wen He said this, but in the second half of the sentence, she suddenly couldn't say anything, as if she understood something. This child here not only looks like the strong man, but if you look closely, he looks exactly like the child possessed by the "mountain ghost"!
Twins? Impossible, because the father had just denied the possibility of having two children. So, the only possibility was... the child next to him was the one possessed by the 'mountain ghost'!
At this moment, the "mountain ghost" that was suppressed by some invisible force suddenly bit the old lady's arm. The old lady felt pain and was unable to use her strength, so the "mountain ghost" broke free and tried to escape into the mountains.
Seeing this, the old lady was horrified and screamed as she was about to chase after him, regardless of her bleeding arm. But at this moment, she was suddenly stopped by Zhang Daxian's apprentice, who shook his head and pointed at his master as a gesture.
At this moment, Zhang Daxian had been reciting some magic formulas and muttering to himself. When the "mountain ghost" was about to disappear in front of him, he waved his right hand, said "go", and suddenly threw something out.
The next moment, the "mountain ghost" screamed, and its entire body was bound by something, unable to move. Looking closely, it was found that the thing that bound the mountain ghost seemed to be imbued with spiritual energy, like a rope. No, to be more precise, it should be said to be a magic weapon.
"This is the 'Immortal Binding Rope', the only magical weapon I have that's quite impressive. I was careless just now. I haven't encountered a 'Mountain Ghost' in years. I didn't expect that something serious would happen. Son, where did you learn from? You must have quite a talent. I didn't expect that you could already open your third eye at such a young age."
Wen He didn't know how to respond to these words for a moment.
Where did she learn from? No, she didn't have a master. The only old man who taught her a little bit was not strictly speaking a person in the metaphysical world. He didn't know much about casting spells, but he just knew a little bit of knowledge.
As for the third eye? What is that? Does it mean that she can see the "other child"?
Wen He didn't know if this was the third eye. It sounded very powerful, but she knew nothing about metaphysics, so how could it be so powerful? It was definitely not what Zhang Daxian said. But why was it that only she could see the child, while no one else, including Zhang Daxian, seemed to be able to see him? Wen He didn't know, so she could only shake her head again and again.
Seeing Wen He shaking his head desperately, Zhang Daxian thought that he was unwilling to reveal the information about his master. This was not surprising. There were many old masters with weird tempers in the metaphysics world, and some of them were unwilling to let their disciples reveal the information about their master to others.
Seeing this, Zhang Daxian stopped asking questions and said a few words to the old lady, asking her to calm down first. Now the child's soul is by her side. As long as the "mountain ghost" is expelled and the soul is reintroduced into the body, the child will be fine. On the contrary, if the wound on the old lady's arm is not treated, the consequences may be serious.
The old lady was extremely uncooperative. It was not that she did not believe what Zhang Daxian said, but she was too anxious and worried about her own child. She did not see the "other child" that Wen He mentioned. She only saw her child who was possessed by the "mountain ghost" and turned into a monster. She was so anxious that she could not hear anyone's words. She even thought that Zhang Daxian would no longer save her child. She could not help but kneel down and beg Zhang Daxian desperately. As long as her child could be saved, she would do anything he asked.
The old lady's condition was obviously a little out of control now, and she could no longer hear what others were saying. The strong man next to her understood what Zhang Daxian meant, and wanted to reach out and pull his wife up, but the old lady's arm had some serious injuries and she was completely out of control, which made it a little difficult for him to do so.
The situation seemed to have reached a stalemate.
At this moment, a little boy's voice suddenly rang out in Wen He's heart: "Big sister, can you persuade Mommy for Jun and tell her not to cry? It's Jun's fault. He didn't listen to Mommy and ran away to the mountains. It's all Jun's fault. Jun swears that he will never be naughty again. Please tell Mommy not to cry, okay? No matter how I spoke in Mommy and Daddy's ears just now, they couldn't hear or see me. Big sister, if you can see me, can you help Jun? When Mommy stops crying and can see me, I will ask Mommy to make you mung bean cakes. The mung bean cakes Mommy makes are delicious."
Almost subconsciously, Wen He turned to look at the little boy next to him. The expression on his face was extremely anxious. If it weren't for the fact that his spirit body almost had no tears, he would probably have cried out of anxiety. He pointed desperately in the direction of the old lady with one hand, while looking at Wen He pleadingly.
If other people really couldn't see where the little boy was, Wen He really couldn't believe that this was a spirit, because she could not only see it, but also touch it. Although the temperature of the spirit's body seemed to be lower than that of an ordinary person, Wen He could indeed touch it.
Moreover, Wen He couldn't refuse the little boy's plea. She rubbed the boy's head, motioning him to rest assured, and then walked forward to the aunt's side and said directly, "Auntie, Ajun told you not to cry. He doesn't want to see you cry. Ajun said he knows he was wrong and shouldn't have disobeyed you and ran off to the mountains alone. He swears he won't be naughty anymore, and he wants you to stop crying."
"Actually, Jun came back early this morning and has been with you all morning, but you couldn't hear or see what he said or what he did. Jun was very anxious and wanted me to help convey that he's fine now and nothing's wrong, and..." Wen He smiled warmly as she spoke, "Ajun said that the mung bean cakes you make are delicious. He said that they are his favorite and he wanted to treat me to some. I wonder if I'll have the chance to eat them after Jun comes back?"
This last sentence suddenly made the old lady stunned. She stopped being crazy and just stared at Wen He. Suddenly, she burst into tears as if to vent her anger. "It's Ajun, it's really Ajun. Only Ajun would like the mung bean cake that I can never make well. Ajun is here, Ajun is really here. I have to cheer up. Ajun asked Mom not to cry, so I can't cry anymore. It's too embarrassing... Girl, can you tell me, is Ajun okay now?"
"Ajun is doing very well, very lively and energetic." Wen He nodded vigorously, very sure.
Wen He's answer obviously gave the old lady a reassurance. After all, what she was most worried about was the safety of her child. The way her child was possessed by the "mountain ghost" had made her completely unable to calm down. But now that she knew that her real child was actually fine, she calmed down again and was finally willing to follow the instructions of Zhang Daxian and others.
Seeing that the old lady was finally willing to listen to him, Zhang Daxian couldn't help but give Wen He a grateful look, and asked the strong man to take the old lady back to the house to rest. After a while, he also brought the tied-up "mountain ghost" over, and asked Wen He to follow him for a while. After all, here, Wen He was the only one who could see the spirit of the little boy, which was a great help.
According to Zhang Daxian, it is not difficult to expel the "mountain ghost" from a person. The difficulty lies in controlling the "mountain ghost" and finding the spirit of the possessed person. The former is easy to do. Zhang Daxian's magic weapon "Binding Rope" can basically be used as long as the ghost is not a powerful evil ghost or monster. However, it will take a lot of effort to find the spirit of the possessed person.
So at the very beginning, Zhang Daxian did not use the "Immortal Binding Rope" immediately, because he wanted to use the method of ringing the bell to find the spirit. But now, with Wen He here, he can avoid the most troublesome and difficult step of finding the spirit.
As for the old lady's injuries, what Zhang Daxian said was not a lie. In just a short while, the bite wound on the old lady's arm had quickly turned into a terrifying purple-black color, and had a tendency to spread rapidly upwards. The old lady realized the seriousness of the situation and was frightened.
Fortunately, the delay was not too long, but it was not pleasant at all.
Zhang Daxian asked the old lady to put a large basin of glutinous rice at home and bring it over, then asked the strong man to help hold the old lady's arm. He directly picked up a large handful of glutinous rice and sprinkled it directly on the old lady's wound, just like suddenly putting it into a wok of oil. With a "squeak", under the stimulation of the glutinous rice, streams of black gas finally "hissed" out.
This phenomenon frightened the old lady so much that even the strong man who was holding her arm subconsciously wanted to retract his hand, but was stunned by Zhang Daxian's stern voice, "Hold it tight, don't let go", so he had to suppress his fear and hold it tightly.
"Master Zhang, this is..."
"It's Yin Qi. 'Mountain ghosts' are evil creatures that live in the mountains, so being scratched or bitten will cause the Yin Qi to invade. But as long as you dispel the Yin Qi in time and get more sunlight, there will be no problem."
As she spoke, the black evil spirit was almost dispelled, and the wound on the old lady's arm didn't seem so scary anymore. The purple-black color faded, returning to its normal skin color, just like an ordinary bite wound, and the blood turned back to red.
Seeing this, Zhang Daxian finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked the strong man to help disinfect the old lady's wound and apply some medicine. He estimated that the wound would heal in a few days.
When the time was almost right and the Mountain Ghost's energy was almost exhausted, Zhang Daxian began to set up the formation with his young apprentice.
This formation was different from what Wen He knew. It was far more complicated. Apparently, the formation itself didn't seem difficult, and it could be even simpler. Could it be that there was some crucial factor involved? It had to be this way, otherwise why would Zhang Daxian and his young disciple have gone to such great lengths to set up the formation?
Wen He thought so, and when he saw Zhang Daxian and his young disciple, who were already sweating profusely after the entire formation was set up, he became more certain of this idea.
To be honest, if Zhang Daxian at that time knew that he had worked so hard to set up the formation, while it seemed like an extremely simple task to Wen He, he would probably vomit blood. Of course, until he later obtained those advanced formations that came from the metaphysical world and Wen He could draw them with ease, he was so shocked that he was speechless. But that is a story for later.
At this time, Zhang Daxian saw that Wen He seemed to know nothing, and did not even know the most basic thing about the invasion of Yin Qi in Xuanmen. He thought that he was a young disciple of Xuanmen who had good talent but had just come out to gain experience.
At the moment the formation was formed, Zhang Daxian shouted loudly, and the formation was activated. The "mountain ghost" in the formation immediately screamed in pain. Gradually, two faces appeared in front of everyone. One was the normal face of the child Ajun, and the other was the violent face of a yellow-haired monkey. The face was thin and pointed, and the eyeballs were protruding. It looked extremely scary. This was the true form of the "mountain ghost".
But perhaps because the 'Immortal Binding Rope' had forcibly worn away a lot of its Yin energy, the 'Mountain Ghost' looked much weaker, its body like a skinny monkey, with very little flesh, and the bones under the skin could be clearly seen. After leaving the body, the 'Mountain Ghost' was even weaker, and it didn't take much time to completely expel the 'Mountain Ghost', and then it brought Ajun's spirit back in.
Faced with the unfamiliar formation, Ajun was actually a little scared, but seeing Wen He's encouraging eyes, he still plucked up the courage to walk into the formation. After a while, Ajun had completely recovered to normal, but because this body had been tossed around a lot, after calling out to his aunt, "Mom, you can finally see me," he couldn't help feeling a little sleepy.
Zhang Daxian said that this is a normal phenomenon. After all, the soul has been floating outside for most of the day, so how could it not be tired? A good night's rest will be fine.
On that day, before Zhang Daxian left, he exchanged contact information with Wen He and reminded Wen He to hide her protective magic weapon. She was not disturbed by the high-pitched voice of the "Mountain Ghost" and suppressed the "Mountain Ghost" in one breath. It might be the effect of her protective magic weapon.
There are many upright people in the world of metaphysics, but there are even more people who have gone astray and want to take shortcuts. After all, practicing a certain path is extremely difficult. A protective magic weapon like the one Wen He possesses, which has powerful master-protecting abilities, is also one of the types of magic weapons that those people are peeping at.
Wen He subconsciously wanted to say that she didn't have any magic weapon, but when the words came to her lips, she paused. She didn't say anything, just nodded in response. It was not until she returned to the old house from the village that Wen He took out the thing hanging around her neck and took a look at it. It was the jade token that the old man left for her. The big cat on it was still as ferocious and vivid as ever, but Wen He looked at it over and over again and still didn't see anything special.
This shouldn't be some kind of protective magic weapon. It just looks like an ordinary jade token. But just at noon, Wen He clearly felt that the heat was coming from this jade token.
Wen He was puzzled. After all, when her old man was so persistent in leaving the jade token to her, he didn't say anything. Or rather, he couldn't say anything because he was not very conscious at that time.
Wen He only knew that this jade token should be the same as those ancient books, and seemed to be left to the old man by the master. The old man seemed to like this jade token very much. In the past, Wen He would occasionally see the old man playing with it very lovingly, especially when he went out to act as a charlatan, he would definitely take it with him.
But Wen He didn't think much about the reason. He was just like Ajun. Not long after returning to the old house, he felt extremely sleepy. He couldn't resist for a while and fell asleep in a daze. Or rather, Wen He didn't even know when he fell asleep. He slept until dawn the next day and was awakened by the intermittent knocking on the door outside the old house.
Oh my god, it’s already bright outside. She actually slept for such a long time. Ashan should have come here by now. Could it be that he knocked on the door because he didn’t see her for a long time?
With that thought in mind, Wen He quickly washed his face with water, then rushed out the door to refresh himself. Just as he opened the door, the word "Ashan" got stuck in his throat. He stared blankly at the village chief, the old lady's family, and many villagers standing outside. It was such a large group of people. "Village chief? Old lady? What are you doing...? Is there something I can help you with?"
"No, no, no, no, there's nothing I need your help with. It's, it's about that thing before..."
The village chief was extremely embarrassed to say this, mumbling only a few words. By the end, he was already in a bad mood. He glanced several times at the villagers who were shamelessly jostling behind him. He sighed helplessly, and after a while, he finally mustered the courage to say what he wanted to say. "It's like this, girl. Didn't you come to me before and ask if any villagers were willing to come to the old house to help you reclaim the land? I agreed to ask for you that day, but they all shook their heads and waved their hands, very stubborn. No one was willing to come. Now, I regret it. If it weren't for you yesterday, we might have had to suffer for a few more days, and Aunt Sun's son wouldn't have recovered so quickly. When I personally entrusted Zhang Daxian with this, he wasn't completely confident. He even said that if things didn't work out, if we didn't find that real spirit or something, Aunt Sun's child would most likely remain in the same state forever and never come back..."
When the village chief said this, the aunt who had the deepest understanding of the matter could no longer remain silent. She couldn't help but jump out and say, "That's right, girl. Although I, Aunt Sun, am not well-educated and can't understand what Master Zhang is doing, I still have clear eyes and can see that you, girl, have helped us a lot. My wife also told me later that I was like a mad woman who couldn't listen yesterday. If you hadn't conveyed Ah Jun's words to me and calmed me down a little, the consequences would have been disastrous... So, when I heard that you needed help, I asked my wife to come over to help."
"Oh, by the way, there's also this kid, Jun. After waking up last night, he kept pestering me to make mung bean cakes, saying that he promised big sister to bring them to you to try. So, I got up early this morning to make them. But to be honest, my mung bean cakes aren't very delicious. Only this kid likes them. Don't despise them... Look, Jun, stop staring at me. Aren't you going to bring the mung bean cakes to big sister to try? Why don't you go?"
As she spoke, the old lady touched Ajun's head, who was hiding behind her shyly. He looked much better than yesterday and seemed to have fully recovered. His chubby appearance made him look particularly cute.
Ajun was not shy, he was just a little apprehensive when he first arrived in a strange place. But when he saw Wen He with a faint, beautiful smile, he suddenly felt less scared. He staggered over with a small basket of mung bean cakes. It was obvious that the old lady had given a lot of mung bean cakes in it.
To be honest, the mung bean cake made by the old lady is not very delicious. It’s not that her craftsmanship is bad. From the delicate taste of the mung bean cake, you can tell that the old lady must have put a lot of thought into it. She even took into account that children cannot eat too sweet things otherwise their teeth will easily rot.
So this mung bean cake is not very sweet and has a strong mung bean flavor, but Wen He suddenly understood why Ajun liked this mung bean cake so much. It was not because of anything else, but simply because the mung bean cake was made by the auntie specifically for her own children after much thought. How could it not be delicious?
"It's really delicious." Wen He praised without hesitation.
Suddenly, Ajun became even happier, and his smile revealed his two rows of teeth that were in the process of changing. The little guy couldn't help but pull the corner of Wen He's clothes and stayed close to Wen He. In the end, he couldn't stop talking mischievously for a long time.
However, the village chief's words made Wen He realize that Ashan had lied before. It was not that the villagers did not come because they were busy with farming, but that the villagers at that time were unwilling to come, so only Ashan came to help.
In fact, Wen He had already vaguely sensed it and felt that something was amiss at the time, but she did not think about it in detail and let Ashan fool her. Moreover, he did not come with the villagers today for the first time. After all, Ashan always showed up on time and had never been late. Was he hiding because he was embarrassed after telling a lie?
The villagers were reluctant to refuse the kindness and said they must help Wen He. Wen He really needed more manpower to cultivate the farmland. After all, she and A Shan were a bit overwhelmed. Now that the villagers were willing to help, Wen He did not refuse and sincerely asked the villagers for help.
The villagers already felt a bit guilty about Wen He. After all, after initially noticing her frequent visits to the strange old house, they'd deliberately distanced themselves from her, thinking she was a strange girl, venturing into the already strange mountains alone. It wasn't until yesterday's incident that they suddenly realized they'd been prejudiced against her all along.
After all, to be honest, Wen He is not a member of their village, but just an outsider. When encountering such a terrible thing, there is no reason not to stay away from him.
They were terrified yesterday. If Zhang Daxian hadn't asked them to form a human wall to prevent the "mountain ghost" from escaping, they would have probably run away. But Wen He not only didn't hide, but in the end, he bravely ran out to help.
Regardless of whether Wen He was capable or not, they admired her courage immensely, because they all saw clearly that when Wen He rushed out to face the "mountain ghost", she was still afraid, so afraid that her body was shaking a little, but the little girl still rushed out.
In such a comparison, the villagers couldn't help but feel a little guilty. Moreover, Wen He was the grandson of the Gu family, and the Gu family had helped their village a lot in the past.
So, when the villagers discussed it, they remembered that the village chief had said a while ago that Wen He wanted to entrust them with help in reclaiming the land, so that's why a large group of villagers showed up at the old house today.
When it comes to land reclamation, the villagers are much more skilled than Wen He and A Shan, and there are more of them. In just a short time, they have done more work than Wen He and A Shan would have done in two days.
Moreover, the villagers are familiar with the farmland here. It was developed and used by people from their village before, and the Gu family lent it to them for free.
At that time, there were not only no problems in the mountains near the old house, but the soil and air were also particularly good, and the crops grown there were always better than those in the village. It was not until something strange happened in the mountains that no one dared to come, and the farmland was left abandoned.
For most villagers, reclaiming the farmland here is like developing their own familiar fields. They also took Wen He to find the place where they used to get water. They said that the water source was brought from the mountains. It was the Gu family who funded them to get water back then. However, the parts may need to be replaced. After all, they have not been used for more than a year and many of them have rusted.
This news was really a great help to Wen He. She was just worrying about how to water the fields if she had more. After all, since she had only developed a small amount of land before, the water was transported by her, Ashan, and the big pigs to help her water the fields. But as the fields increased, she obviously could not do it the same way as before.
What she didn't expect was that the facilities on the abandoned farmland here were far more complete than Wen He had imagined, but she just didn't know it before.
The villagers were very efficient and enthusiastic in helping Wen He. At noon, Wen He generously took out the "healthy watermelon" she had bought at a high price and shared it with the villagers, along with a variety of other fruits.
The fruits grown by Wen He are not only delicious but also uplifting. After the villagers enjoyed eating them, they found that all their fatigue seemed to have disappeared, and they became more energetic and powerful, which surprised them repeatedly.
But the villagers did not ask any further questions. It seemed that after what happened yesterday, they all tacitly accepted that Wen He was a capable person. After all, Zhang Daxian was still sighing yesterday that it was all thanks to Wen He's help. So Wen He was a little nervous at the beginning, worried that drawing the formation before sowing would make the villagers feel scared or strange. But later he found that his worries were in vain.
The villagers seemed to regard her as someone from the same world as Zhang Daxian. Moreover, in the villagers' cognition, Mr. Gu seemed to be a man of some ability in the past. It was said that Wen He was raised by him. Isn't it normal for him to have some ability?
The villagers' idea made Wen He feel both amused and helpless, but he really couldn't think of a better excuse to explain it, so he could only nod a little guiltily, as a sign of agreement.
At lunch time, the meals for everyone were prepared by the aunt and several sisters in the village. It was not convenient to cook and bring the meals back to the village. Wen He thought about it and simply gave up the kitchen of the old house. There were plenty of vegetables and eggs in the kitchen of the old house, and she could not finish them all by herself. It was just right that more people could cook more dishes.
However, there wasn't much meat in the old house. After all, Wen He lived alone now, and meat was difficult to preserve, so he didn't buy much.
The old lady seemed to have foresight about this. When she came up in the morning, she had already brought up a lot of pork and chicken from her own home, as well as fish and snails caught by the villagers at the creek.
No, or rather, the aunt and her sisters had originally planned to make a meal consisting entirely of meat. After all, people who did hard work could do without vegetables, but they could not do without meat. When they came up, they were pleasantly surprised to find so many vegetables in the kitchen of the old house, and soon they began to cook enthusiastically.
The old house was big and could easily accommodate so many villagers. However, Wen He simply tidied up the lobby of the old house, so it was not suitable to be used as a dining hall. Fortunately, the aunts and the others were very skillful. Besides cooking, they also cleaned the lobby in an orderly manner. Wen He was amazed and admired all the villagers, both men and women. Even the little guy Ajun was much more skillful than Wen He in helping to pick vegetables.
Steamed fish, fried snails with perilla, braised pork ribs with taro, macaroni with garlic sauce, stir-fried chicken with carrots and water chestnuts, stir-fried pork slices with celery, and so on, one home-cooked dish after another was prepared and served. At this time, the villagers who were busy in the fields also happened to return to the old house.
After a while, the deserted old house suddenly became very lively, and it was almost time to pour a few glasses of liquor and have a few sips.
The villagers were simple and talkative, and the Wenhe people were polite and likable. In less than one morning, the villagers had become completely familiar with Wenhe. However, something a little embarrassing happened in the middle of the meal.
As if they had smelled the aroma of the food, the roosters and wild boars that had been hiding in the morning could not help but burst into the old house. Seeing such an imposing and human-like rooster, the villagers who were enjoying their meal were all stunned. They could not help but stare at the roosters and wild boars, feeling that they seemed somewhat familiar. Until the old lady's husband suddenly remembered something and suddenly screamed, "Ah, it, it, it... aren't they... No, no, no, that's not right. I must be dazzled. How could this be what I think?"
Just as you thought, Wen He naturally recognized that this was the husband of the old lady who was said to have seen sharp-mouthed beasts, red-eyed beasts and beasts as big as mountains in the mountains before. He felt that it was not good to let the villagers continue to misunderstand, so he began to explain that the wild beasts and ferocious beasts seen by the villagers might actually be animals native to the mountains, such as big roosters, big spotted pigs, and red-eyed rabbits.
The villagers suddenly began to doubt their lives, but when they thought about it, they realized that what they had seen before was indeed because they were too scared. They staggered and ran away as soon as they saw it, and they dared not find out what the true appearance of those so-called wild beasts and ferocious beasts was.
However, this lively rooster was enough to amaze the villagers. It seemed that because the topic of the mountains had been brought up, the villagers couldn't help but talk about it. "Come to think of it, when we entered the mountains today, it didn't seem as scary as before. We were even prepared to get lost for half a day. But when we came up today, it seemed like something was guiding us here. Without paying attention, we walked straight out of the white fog and came to the old house."
"That's right, it's very strange. I used to come to this old house often, so I'm actually quite familiar with the roads here. I don't know if it was my illusion that morning, but it felt like when we were lost in the white fog, the leaves around us would rustle, as if to remind us that we had taken the wrong path..."
The villagers chattered incessantly, leaving Wen He puzzled. He realized that this road was indeed difficult for them. But there were also villagers who were completely familiar with the mountain roads. Wasn't Ashan one of them? He was very familiar with the mountain roads.
Wen He subconsciously told the villagers that he thought that next time he could let Ashan lead the way, maybe it would be better, and it seemed that Ashan would never get lost.
However, Wen He had just finished speaking when she looked up to see the villagers' extremely confused faces, as if they didn't understand what she was saying. "Um... He girl, who is Ashan? Maybe you remembered it wrongly, there is no young man named Ashan in our village..."
"Also, because in recent years, young people have gone out to work in the city, there are not many young people left in the village. Among the villagers you see now, there is no Ashan, but all the young people in our village are here..."
The village chief's eyes were complicated as he spoke, as if he had something buried deep within him that he wasn't sure whether to say. He exchanged glances with the villagers for a long moment before muttering again, "If that young man's name is really 'Ashan,' then it's not like there's really no one named 'Ashan'... He girl, do you remember when you first arrived in this village, wasn't there a gray-haired, slightly deranged old man? That old man's surname was Bai. He used to be a villager, but later moved to the city. He only returned to the village around this time last year. Even though he seems mad now, when he first came back, Old Man Bai was actually quite healthy. Until one day, he strayed into the mountains, and when he returned, he seemed to have lost his mind. He was mad, and all he could think of was constantly muttering the name of his playmate who had fallen into the river and drowned when he was a teenager."
"The playmate who fell into the river and drowned was named 'Ashan'. From then on, out of taboo, no one in the village named anyone 'Ashan' anymore..."
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