Chapter 207 Visits and Inquiries

After hanging up Zhou Yannan's call, Han Zhong stared at the reflection of the window on the ground with his phone in a trance. He didn't even notice Yao Ping coming in. He only reacted when Yao Ping walked up to him.

"What's up?"

"Mr. Wei led the program team to visit the local elders in charge of sacrifices, and Mr. Jiang also went with them."

Han Zhong's eyebrows knitted unconsciously, and he subconsciously walked toward the door, looking worried. Yao Ping hurriedly said, "Mr. Rong also followed."

Han Zhong kept walking. "When he gets excited, no one can stop him."

Yao Ping thought so too, so he hurried over.

As soon as the two of them walked out of the door, they ran into Wei Changxian's wife, who was pushing Su Mu, who had broken his leg, to sunbathe. Seeing them leave, she asked casually, "Are you going out?"

Han nodded. "Excuse me, how do I get to the Goddess's residence?"

"Goddess of the Goddess?" Wei Changxian's wife was surprised. "You want to see the Goddess of the Goddess? She doesn't want to see strangers. It will be bad luck if you disturb her peace!"

Han Zhong then looked at Yao Ping, who explained, "It seems that Mr. Jiang knows the granddaughter of the grandmother who is offering sacrifices to the gods, and she asked Mr. Jiang to pass on a message, so Mr. Wei agreed to take them there."

"Granddaughter?" Wei Changxian's wife smiled in surprise when she heard it. "It's Jiang Mi's child, right? You are Jiang Mi's friends? Jiang Mi is now--"

Han Zhong suddenly interrupted her, "Which Jiang, which Mi?"

Wei Changxian's wife used to be a primary school teacher here, so she naturally knew the characters and replied, "Jiang for Yangtze River and Mi for Amitabha Buddha."

Han Zhong's heart sank slightly. "...Are her eyes light brown?"

"Yes." Wei Changxian's wife nodded, "The eyes of the Shenji Po Po and her family are all this color, different from ours."

Han Zhong's expression changed completely and he turned and ran out the door.

Yao Ping was confused, but he still followed. Su Mu, who was behind him, was startled by the two people's movements and accidentally kicked his injured leg, and he started swearing again.

In the yard full of rare plants, everyone was stunned when they heard the words of the grandmother who was offering sacrifices to the gods.

Is someone dead?

Yang Chen stared at Jiang Wu for confirmation. Seeing that Jiang Wu did not refute, he regretted that he was so quick-tongued. He tried to explain, "Well, we said that because we were afraid that you would be sad. We didn't mean to lie to you. Please don't be offended."

Then he looked at Jiang Wu again, hoping that he could say something to appeal to his feelings, but Jiang Wu did not understand what he meant, or rather, he did not intend to understand at all, and directly said, "You are not the person I am looking for, where is Jiang Yue?"

His tone was not polite at all. Ji Ruoxuan whispered, "You are an old man after all. Please be polite."

Jiang Wu frowned, thinking that this girl was only ninety-three years old, and she was more than enough to be her ancestor, and she still wanted him to respect her? It was really against Tiangang.

At this time, there was a roar of cars outside the courtyard. Everyone looked and saw that it was the pure white SUV that Rong Anzhou drove over that night.

The car door opened, Rong Anzhou jumped out and walked into the yard. Looking at the crowd in the yard, he raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you recording a show?"

No one said anything. Rong Anzhou glanced at Jiang Wu, walked up to them, and put the key on the chair at the door. "Here are the car keys. Thank you."

His series of actions made everyone see something. Guan Qi asked in surprise, "Is this car hers?"

Rong Anzhou nodded. That night he finally arrived in Mozi, but he only saw Yao Ping and the helicopter pilot, while Han Zhong drove the helicopter alone into Mozi Mountain in the storm. He immediately drove his car and tried to go around the mountain from the other side, but the wind and rain in Mozi Mountain had already ravaged the entire mountain range. Falling rocks smashed through the engine of his car and he lost his way. Just as he was cursing in despair, a middle-aged man in the local blue cloth jacket appeared in front of him driving this white car and lent him the car.

At this time his friends also came with the rescue team. When he asked the man how to get up the mountain, the man suddenly looked behind them and said, "Isn't that the one who leads the way for you?" Then they turned around and saw a white eagle coming towards them in the wind and rain, and it just stopped on the white SUV, looking at them quietly with its dark eyes, revealing a strange spirituality.

Rong Anzhou originally wanted to ask the man if he was joking, but when he turned around, he found that the man was gone. There was only a dark night and the sound of wind and rain in his ears.

The scene was exactly the same as the beginning of a domestic horror movie. No one would have dared to believe it, but Rong Anzhou drove the white SUV without saying a word, leading the rescue team, and followed the white eagle all the way into Mozi Mountain and found Han Zhong.

"The car is easy to drive, but it looks pretty bad." Rong Anzhou looked at the old man on the rattan chair, "I've washed it for you!"

Yang Chen thought to himself that he was indeed a member of the Han family, and what a character.

After hearing this, Jiang Wu was even more certain that there were people from the Siming tribe in this village, so he asked directly, "My name is Jiang Wu, have you heard of me?"

These words were obviously not something that would be spoken by Jiang Wuneng, who was usually extremely low-key, so everyone subconsciously fell silent.

This time the old man suddenly laughed. Unlike the previous low and dull laugh, this laugh was full of vitality and even a hint of deliberate teasing. "Are you famous? Why should I have heard of your name?"

Ji Ruoxuan felt a little embarrassed for his brother as he was mocked for the first time he registered for the exam. However, Jiang Wu felt an inexplicable stir in his heart when he heard the voice, as if a string in his brain was plucked, but he couldn't think of anything.

He stared at the old man's back for a long while, even examining every strand of his hair, but he couldn't tell where the strange feeling of familiarity in his heart came from.

"You..." He wanted to ask the other person's name, but suddenly he was confused and blurted out, "Do you like white?"

After that laugh, the old man's tone became more relaxed. "Not bad. How about you? What color do you like?"

Jiang Wu vaguely felt that the positions of the two people in the conversation had changed, but he did not feel disgusted at all, and subconsciously replied, "Purple."

After a pause, he added, "Midnight Mountain Purple."

The old man sneered and said lazily, "I hate purple the most, get out of here."

Everyone was stunned. They never thought that this old man who seemed to have a good temper would turn hostile so suddenly. He was chatting casually one second and drove people away the next.

Jiang Wu was naturally unwilling, "I want to see Jiang Yue."

"What do you see her doing? What do you expect her to tell you? And what answers do you expect the mountain to give you?"

The old man's rattan chair swayed slightly, and his shadow on the ground swayed with it. "The person you are looking for has already been found, so why bother to find out more?"

“You do know.”

Jiang Wu's eyes suddenly darkened, and he walked straight towards the old man. The spiritual power in his body dissipated from his fingertips, emitting bits of golden-red light. Just as the light was about to gather together, a big hand behind him suddenly grasped his wrist, grabbed his waist and pulled him into a cool embrace.

He paused, feeling the violent heartbeat coming from his back that did not belong to him. He slowly turned his head and saw Han Zhong's face.

Han Zhong glanced at the golden light on his fingertips, which had disappeared. He felt relieved and held the man in his arms. Then he looked at the old man in the house and said, "If you blame him for your granddaughter's incident, let me explain to you that your granddaughter's incident had nothing to do with him. I did it."

Jiang Wu frowned, he didn't like Han Zhong showing weakness in front of outsiders, but the hand clasped tightly on his waist showed that Han Zhong disapproved of his behavior, so he had to remain silent.

Fortunately, the old lady did not continue to embarrass them. After Han spoke again, she was silent for a moment and said lightly, "It is best to let nature take its course. If you try to get to the bottom of things too much, everyone will regret it."

These words made the already confused people even more confused, but Han Zhong suddenly realized something and looked down at the person in his arms. Jiang Wu noticed that he was also looking at him with doubt.

Han Zhong avoided his gaze and took his hand, "Let's go back. It's a bit cold here."

Jiang Wu couldn't stand hearing him complain about being cold, so he didn't care about the answer and walked out the door holding Han Zhong's hand.

Yang Chen had not forgotten the purpose of his visit, and asked politely, "Well, we also want to see the Spring Festival. We promise not to disturb you and we will be quiet throughout..."

"Whatever." Before he could finish, the old man waved his hand as a sign of agreement.

Everyone was very surprised, they didn't expect it to be so simple. Yang Chen thanked them all and pulled Wei Changhan aside to ask about the detailed process of the Spring Festival. The assistant director began to try to find a camera in a hurry, as they couldn't use their cell phones to record the show, that would be too shabby.

Jiang Wu walked back holding Han Zhong's hand, while using his spiritual power through his fingertips to nourish his soul, "You have to learn to use your spiritual power yourself."

"I won't." Han Zhong glanced at his hand tightly holding his, and looked up at him, "Can't you always be by my side?"

Jiang Wu paused, then lifted up his right sleeve, revealing the scar left by the bullet, and said calmly, "My soul is damaged. After being injured by the bullet with the spell on it last time, the crack in my soul has never been repaired. Every time I use a spell in the future, my soul will be damaged. I don't know how long I can hold on like this."

"I might dissipate again, leaving behind a body that is already dead."