Everything seemed like an illusion. After subconsciously activating his inner energy, a dazzling firebird appeared in the rain.
The high temperature and cold rain collided, and with the blessing of its internal energy, the firebird quickly evaporated all the surrounding rainwater, creating a three-meter-long stretch of dry water, which also quickly dried the wet and sticky mud on the ground.
"Junior sister? What are you doing!"
Upon seeing the attack suddenly ignite beside him, Jia Wei was caught off guard and burned all over. Fortunately, his instinctive protective measures prevented him from suffering any real harm.
With a single clench of his hand, the flames were extinguished by gusts of wind, the rain curtain fell again, and the white steam was dispelled.
"I...I think I just saw a ghost, senior brother."
"A woman who died a very tragic death; she might be the one you're talking about."
Li Qianyun's face was pale. The scene from just now felt like a nightmare haunting her mind; continuing would be fatal. They were only in their second training session.
There are plenty of people in Qingmang who can deal with them, especially the three stars and eighteen generals under Daocheng, and the Xuanqing and Xuanqing divisions, who have a history of hunting down martial arts masters in pairs.
If these things were in Woniu Village, the two of them would probably be reduced to bones if they went in.
"Don't worry, junior sister. Young Master Qin won't pay attention to us. Besides, as folk artists, no one would dare to kill us directly. Moreover, 'Even if it's dangerous, we'll go; we won't let the wind slip away.' That's our principle as folk artists!"
Jia Wei disagreed. They weren't sneaking around; they were going openly to the villages that Qingmang had established. What was there to be afraid of?
"You were probably a little frightened by your senior brother's description just now. However, you still need to change your personality. Your weaknesses are too obvious."
Li Qianyun had been afraid of ghosts since she was a child, which was why she never did well in the Remnant Ghost Realm. Every time she went in, she only got low-level weapons.
"..."
Li Qianyun looked at the fields on the edge of Woniu Village with a pale face. Water was drawn from the mountains through canals, and large tracts of land were planted with the help of the landlords.
The green seedlings of the blood-tooth rice are everywhere in the field, their unique fragrance mixed with the earthy smell of rainwater. The shadowy figures that exist there are just scarecrows.
Further away, clusters of buildings and villages come into view; that is Woniu Village, the starting point of Dao Chengyi's rise to power.
Jia Wei was filled with anticipation, but at that moment, an old man in a straw raincoat carrying a hoe blocked their way.
"Young man, are you here to take shelter from the rain in such heavy conditions?"
The old man looked at Jia Wei and Li Qianyun, who were clearly not from ordinary families, and asked them a question.
"Yes, sir, we are a couple from the city. We're planning to have a child, so we came to Woniu Village hoping for a good omen."
Having learned the local accent over the past three years, Jia Wei was able to converse fluently. Looking at the old man's face, Jia Wei felt a sense of familiarity.
"Old man, are you from Woniu Village?"
"It was like that before, but not now, because the village has changed. But it has become prosperous. I couldn't stand being given handouts, so I left. I'm here today to clean up the graves."
The old man's hoe was covered with green grass blades. He looked to be about seventy-six years old and was very healthy, but he didn't look like a martial artist; he didn't have that kind of aura.
"Is that so? Then why don't you come with us into the village, old man? With you here, we can avoid walking on the muddy roads."
Jia offered three taels of silver, a considerable sum, but the old man simply waved his hand and refused.
"Don't try that on me. I can leave the village, so why would I care about your money? If you want to go in, then go in. Nobody will stop you."
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving, goodbye to you two."
He turned to leave, and seeing this, Jia Wei considered making a move, but after thinking about it, he let it go. Seeing someone in the heavy rain was unusual, and there was no need to cause trouble.
Jia Wei rubbed the waist token to confirm that the record on it was active, and then continued forward with his junior sister. Little did they know that after they moved on, the old man who had left simply shook his head.
"You can't reason with a damned ghost. That village is no good now."
"Humans are sometimes just like pigs and dogs. Once they are given food, they forget what is truly good. They deserve it, they deserve it, they deserve it."
If any villagers from Woniu Village saw this old man, they would call out his name: Niu Fen, the former village chief of Woniu Village.
Jia Wei was familiar with Niu Fen only because he had seen Niu Fen's portrait while looking at the case files. Three years ago, the village chief was ousted by the villagers and Zhao Yiwu's family was elected in his place.
At this moment, Jia Wei had already put aside the old man's situation and was wholeheartedly observing the village in the heavy rain. Unlike ordinary villages, there were more well-maintained houses, cleaner and more orderly roads, and less filth.
But it was also much quieter; there were no barking of chickens or dogs, no grunting of domestic pigs, and hardly anyone from the village was there.
Where are they? Where did they go?
Jia Wei was somewhat stunned, but Li Qianyun looked behind her. In the misty rain, the road they had come from was so inconspicuous. Fields blocked the road, and scarecrows swayed in the wind and rain, their tattered cloth and hemp straw as thin as hair.
Jia activated the "Gathering Wind and Hearing Sounds" technique, causing his internal energy to resonate with the surrounding wind, bringing him information about what happened here. This secret technique of the Gathering Wind Pavilion allows one to know what is happening here through a gentle breeze. If one is at a high level, one can hear what has happened here over the past ten or even a hundred years even without wind.
Jia Wei saw this scene and heard this sound: a group of people, as fat as pigs, wearing the best cloth clothes in the eyes of farmers, crawled on the muddy ground.
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