As he spoke, he gestured with his eyes for everyone to leave.
Although the villagers were full of suspicion, they obediently dispersed.
The old village chief walked to the bedside, patted Zhang Cheng on the shoulder, and lowered his voice: "Er Gouzi, don't overthink it, get some rest."
"Hmm." Zhang Cheng nodded silently.
After everyone left, Li Yongheng quietly pulled the old village chief aside: "Uncle, Er Gouzi... he's really been possessed by an evil spirit!"
"Shh!" The old village chief gestured for silence, his eyes grave. "Don't make a sound! Everyone go back and get some joss paper to pray nearby! Er Gouzi committed a lot of killings recently, he's prone to attracting unclean spirits! Also, quickly go and lure 'Big Sister' over here, let her guard near the store! With the mountain spirit protecting her, all evil spirits will have to run away!"
"clear!"
The group immediately split up and took action.
Inside the bedroom, Shi Yangyang looked at Zhang Cheng with concern.
Zhang Cheng didn't look at the broken window again. He lowered his head, and a cold smile suddenly appeared on his lips.
He stretched out his finger and gently sniffed it.
It has no taste.
It has neither the pungent smell of wild animals nor the stench of the legendary Wong Tai Sin.
He recalled that voice again.
Sharp, twisted, yet with a hint of deliberate intent.
Most importantly, the pronunciation of the phrase "like a human, or like a fairy" was incredibly clear.
The evil spirits who sought the seal spoke in a slurred and unclear manner, as if they had phlegm stuck in their throats. It was absolutely impossible for them to speak so clearly and distinctly!
Zhang Cheng slowly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot, but a bright yet ferocious smile appeared on his face.
Leaning on his cane and carrying a hunting rifle, he limped outside under Shi Yangyang's worried gaze.
He didn't look at the plum blossom-shaped footprints.
Instead, they walked directly to the path a few meters away.
The soil there was compacted so tightly that no trace could be seen.
Zhang Cheng squatted down and pulled out a handful of salt that he had just grabbed from the counter.
He carefully sprinkled the salt grains on the path, then bent down and gently blew on them.
The white salt grains were blown away.
On the spot, the outline of a shoe print, though not very clear, was definitely recognizable!
Size 42 Liberation Shoes!
"Oh……"
Zhang Cheng let out a low, cold laugh, filled with suppressed rage.
"Playing tricks... to scare me?"
"very good."
He stood up, wiped the shoe print away with his foot, and his smile grew even more sinister.
"No matter who you are."
"You better pray I don't find you."
"Otherwise, I'll make you tell me yourself—"
"Are you a human or a ghost?!"
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