"In the same year, after the Fengyue Festival, Woniu Village became the village in Qingmang County that received the most feedback from Daocheng. In January of the following year, Woniu Village was robbed by bandits, and the surrounding villages also suffered heavy casualties."
"But that was just written on purpose. In reality, during the attack on the Mu family, some villagers from Woniu Village, who were envious, gathered to rob the village but were killed in the ensuing attack. Furthermore, according to my calculations, two martial arts masters died here."
"Martial arts masters! Back then, where would we find extra martial arts masters to kill people here without destroying Woniu Village? The answer is that someone was protecting this place."
Are there martial arts masters protecting this place? Protecting an entire village? Why? This brings to mind Dao Chengyi's rise to power, and leads us to consider Jia Wei's question.
Li Qianyun's mind exploded. For three years, they had never suspected that there was anything wrong with the village. For three years, they had always thought that Dao Chengyi was a good-for-nothing.
Three years have passed... Although everything is thriving under Dao Chengyi's leadership, news about Woniu Village is becoming increasingly scarce, and now, apart from Woniu Mountain, which is located next to Woniu Village, there is no other news.
A chill crept into Li Qianyun's bones, followed by a deafening clap of thunder in the sky. The sudden burst of light illuminated the environment, which had been obscured by the heavy rain.
Heaps and heaps of human figures, heaps and heaps of figures with long, flowing hair like young women, they were in that Yin Jade, they were in those fields where green shoots were sprouting and tips were tinged with blood.
"The story of Qingya and Daochengyi's book are almost identical in terms of their writing style. Everyone thinks that Qingya ran away, was killed by Zhao Er, or was eaten by a passing Xingrou."
"I don't think so. I only believe that Dao Chengyi killed Qingya."
The eerie voice, the heat emanating from the body, made even more sinister by the rain, sent a shiver down Li Qianyun's spine as she saw the figure in the field…
"Aaaaaah!"
A bloody, mangled face suddenly rubbed against her face.
"Aaaaaah! Die!"
Her face was contorted, her body was tattered, her long hair was like algae and mud, and her rotten face was pressed tightly against her!
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The rain is still falling...
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