While sitting on the helicopter, in order to let everyone know more about the situation and to save time, Zhou Xi took advantage of the break in the flight to stuff a piece of information into everyone's hands so that everyone could have a good understanding of the situation in the small mountain village.
As for the extra information about Zhou Yuanyuan, Zhou Xi gave her his own copy. He had already read it over and over again when he first received it. If the helicopter wasn't so noisy, Zhou Xi might have skipped the process of showing everyone the information and simply told them what he knew, and even held a meeting to let everyone share their opinions.
The helicopter was very fast. The straight-line distance from Kyoto City to Yun Province was less than a thousand kilometers. After everyone finished reading a stack of information and was still thinking, the plane had already arrived above the small mountain village.
This incident was so bizarre that after receiving the report, the Kanshan Town Police Station dispatched an entire force to Cuiyuan Village for an on-site investigation. All 53 people who died in Cuiyuan Village were found sleeping soundly in their beds, with no signs of struggle, and not a trace of blood on the ground.
If it weren't for the bright, bright sun, the police officers would surely have been sweating profusely. He recalled a famous local legend: Chief Wu, citing the gravity of the case as an excuse, reported the Cuiyuan Village murder to his superiors and led all police officers to evacuate the scene.
Taking over the garrison duty in the small mountain village at this time were soldiers from a company transferred from the Southwest Military Region. It was true that Chinese soldiers always showed up wherever the danger was greatest and where they were most needed.
As the helicopter landed on the village's threshing ground, a young, energetic non-commissioned officer, about 1.8 meters tall, with a dark complexion, sharp eyebrows, and bright eyes, walked quickly towards the helicopter. After saluting Zhou Xi, who had just stepped off the plane, he said in a loud voice, "Reporting to the commander, Second Lieutenant Cao has been reporting to you."
Zhou Yuanyuan followed Zhou Xi off the plane and saw the usually serious Zhou Xi nodding at Second Lieutenant Cao with a smile. He even reached out and patted his shoulder, saying, "Little Cao! It's been a few years since we last met. You've grown so much taller. Thank you for all the hard work you've put in this time!"
"Serving the people is not hard!" Cao saluted again before relaxing.
Cao was a member of the Jingdu Cao family and the youngest son of Wen Ziqing's uncle, Cao Aiguo. As a child, Cao had always been a mischievous child, often running into General Zhou's yard when Zhou Xi wasn't paying attention and picking beautiful flowers to please the little girl.
A few years ago, Zhou Xi heard that Cao Yizhi had been sent to the army by his grandfather, Cao Yunfei, for training. He hadn't expected him to be sent to the Southwest Military Region. Meeting him again in this small mountain village today was quite a surprise. Generally speaking, cases involving paranormal elements like this have a high loss rate, and a third-generation military officer like Cao Yizhi wouldn't be assigned to handle them, unless Cao Yizhi's superiors were unaware of his true identity.
It's true that old people become more shrewd. After just one encounter, Zhou Xi guessed most of Cao Yizhi's recent situation.
"Grandpa Zhou, I didn't expect you to lead the team this time. My dad was so happy when he called me. At home, he always said you were a very capable person and asked me to learn from you. If you didn't refuse to accept apprentices, I wouldn't have to travel so far to train in the army." After Cao Zhizhi finished his greetings, he started chatting with Zhou Xi familiarly. When they were in Kyoto, the naughty boys from several families in the compound were very respectful of Zhou Xi. On the one hand, Zhou Xi was very serious in front of outsiders, and on the other hand, it was because their own adults were in awe of him.
What Cao had been talking about about becoming a disciple was indeed true. Cao Yunfei had indeed suggested that Cao become a disciple of Zhou Xi. Even if he couldn't learn Zhou Xi's true skills in carving talismans, learning a few martial arts techniques would be good. Unfortunately, Zhou Xi declined. He was already busy searching for medicinal herbs that could heal General Zhou's health. How could he have the time to take on a mischievous boy as his apprentice? Besides, Taoist Baopu hadn't said anything about whether Zhou Xi could pass on his Taoist skills to outsiders. Without Taoist Baopu's permission, Zhou Xi didn't want to take on a disciple.
Zhou Xi was quite famous within the compound. Every acquaintance knew that, in his youth, Zhou Xi had been accepted as a registered disciple by the renowned Taoist master Baopu. As for who Baopu was, those unfamiliar with him might refer to Taoist Zhang of Longhu Mountain two hundred years earlier. It was rumored that Baopu was Zhang's senior apprentice. Before the Yushan Sect retreated into seclusion, it enjoyed a strong reputation among the people. The younger Taoists were adept at such minor tasks as summoning spirits and recovering spirits.
With Zhou Xi, a Taoist disciple, intimidating them, the old men from various families felt much more at ease. At least within the compound, they didn't have to worry about any evildoers causing trouble.
Of course! Zhou Xi wasn't someone who would just do something for free. Unless you were very close to someone, you couldn't ask Zhou Xi for help. Just like when Feng Xueying got a strange "disease," it was only because of Wen Jingtao's face that Zhou Xi helped Feng Xueying resolve the problem.
While Zhou Xi and Cao were chatting, Zhou Yuanyuan had already released her spiritual sense and scanned the entire mountain village.
For fear of disturbing the scene, the bodies in the village hadn't been disposed of. Seeing the smiles on those dying faces, Zhou Yuanyuan felt heartbroken. They looked like they'd been bewitched by Hu Sanniang. What had gone wrong with Hu Sanniang, bringing her to these Hundred Thousand Mountains? Could the invitation she received have been sent from these mountains? Zhou Yuanyuan grumbled inwardly.
"Master, let's go take a look! Maybe the little fox has some troubles of her own?" Xiaoyu knew Zhou Yuanyuan was in a bad mood, so she could only try to comfort her. In fact, Xiaoyu's heart was also in turmoil. She was already certain that Hu Sanniang had appeared in this small mountain village. On the eight-immortals table in the main hall of the village chief's house, there was still a small tuft of Hu Sanniang's hair, white with a little yellow on the tip. Xiaoyu would never mistake it.
Hardships? What hardship could have necessitated Hu Sanniang's claim to so many lives? Xiaoyu's words of comfort didn't make Zhou Yuanyuan feel any better. She felt a throbbing pain in her head. Before arriving, she'd hoped it was all just speculation, that Hu Sanniang had never been to this remote mountain village. But after arriving, seeing so many bodies and hearing the faint aura of Hu Sanniang, Zhou Yuanyuan was certain that even if Hu Sanniang wasn't the murderer, she had been there before.
Alas! One misstep can lead to eternal regret! Why did she soften her heart and accept Hu Sanniang as her pet? If a pet does something wrong, its owner will be held responsible! If this was really Hu Sanniang's doing, Zhou Yuanyuan could foresee that in the near future, when she was going through the Jindan Tribulation, she would definitely be blasted into pieces by the tribulation thunder.
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