At the foot of Ox-Head Mountain, where only ashes were left, the villagers finally stood up after kowtowing for a while.
They looked at the pitch-black Niushou Mountain and exchanged glances with each other. In the end, someone suddenly burst out laughing.
Then, everyone laughed heartily.
The sinful people who had poisoned the village and this sinful land had been reduced to ashes. They were finally liberated.
Together with them, their tormented hearts were liberated.
Because the immortal had not killed them all.
Then all the sins they had committed would be reduced to dust along with the ashes of the mountain.
They had obtained the forgiveness of the immortals.
Then, the people who were killed in the past would not harass them in their dreams.
We are also innocent victims.
They thought so.
However, just as they were cheering and celebrating, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew beside them.
"Gagaga!"
The sound of ghosts crying rang out.
The cheers stopped abruptly.
The villagers who were already as thin as bones were turned into dried corpses in an instant. Even when they died, they still had smiles of relief on their faces.
At this moment, his sins seemed to have been completely redeemed.
On top of the small mountain, a pale boy's head emerged. His hair was messy like withered grass, and the skin on his neck was cracked. A string of internal organs hung down as he circled the small mountain with a strange smile.
"This is the smell. What a strong Yang qi, what a strong Yang qi, hehehe!!!”
The head of the child laughed strangely, then raised its head and let out a sharp shriek.
Immediately after, he heard a series of shrieks from all directions.
The small nose on the boy's head twitched. After confirming a direction, he was swept away by a gust of cold wind and disappeared.
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In the evening, the sun was setting in the west, and only the afterglow hung in the distant sky.
The mountain was shrouded in mist.
The wilderness seemed even more desolate and lonely.
Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves broke the silence.
Not long after, a date red horse broke through the fog and appeared in the last rays of light.
"He's finally out of the mountains."
Looking at the smoke rising from the chimneys at the foot of the mountain, the silver-robed scholar on the horse stretched.
Ever since the demon had been eradicated on Ox-Head Mountain, the scholar had gone to a few more places in succession. Unfortunately, the strange places that he had summarized were not filled with demons and evil. One day's effort was in vain.
This scholar was Xu Xian.
Perhaps it was because he had killed too many beasts in human skin, Xu Xian now only hoped to see some real people or real demons, so that he could feel happy.
Seeing the smoke, Xu Xian stopped rushing. When he reached the village, it was already night.
However, Xu Xian's expression became more interesting.
The village was much more dilapidated than he had imagined.
Most of the houses had either collapsed or were left with bare beams. There were crumbling mud walls around them, and the wood was rotten. It was covered in mold and emitted a pungent smell.
As he went deeper, he discovered that there were many coffins placed under the broken tiles of the dilapidated house.
For some reason, most of the coffins were broken, revealing the withered black remains inside. Under the night sky, it was especially terrifying.
What was even stranger was that in the deepest part of the village, there was actually a light that lit up.
"There are actually people living in such a place?”
Xu Xian was surprised.
He did sense the presence of a living person.
He was a bold person and did things without any taboos. He no longer probed into the abnormalities in the village and went straight to the door of the house.
"Is the master here?"
He gently knocked on the wooden door of the small courtyard.
After a while, an old woman's voice sounded in the courtyard.
"What is it?"
"I'm a student heading to Yuhang for the examination. The night is cold and the dew is heavy, so I haven't found a place to stay.”
There was no more sound. Not long after, the wooden door creaked open.
An old woman with old clothes, a hunched figure, and white hair stood inside the door.
She raised her head and looked at the scholar's handsome face. A complicated look flashed across her turbid eyes. She then looked at the date red horse and nodded.
She turned around and walked into the house. She waved at Xu Xian, signaling the scholar to follow her.
Xu Xian immediately followed and saw the old woman pointing at the locust tree in the courtyard.
"Tie the horse there."
"Thank you, Granny."
Xu Xian tied up the horse and walked into the house.
The furnishings in the house were simple, and poverty was revealed everywhere.
The old woman poured a glass of water for Xu Xian and sat at the table.
"I won't hide it from you. The people in this village have already died. At present, only I, who is about to be buried, am left.”
Xu Xian was surprised by the old woman's straightforwardness and asked.
"Then why is granny still living here?”
The old woman turned to look at the back of the room and said with a complicated tone.
"My grandson hasn't been buried yet. How can I leave?”
She saw that Xu Xian was still confused, so she said.
"You don't need to ask any more questions. Stay in the front hall tonight and I will ensure that you don't have to worry.”
Xu Xian's eyes flashed with surprise and he nodded.
After the old woman finished speaking, she stood up and walked to the back room. When she was about to enter the back room, she suddenly paused and added,
"If you don't see me tomorrow, you can leave on your own. Remember, no matter what happens, don't stay any longer.”
Xu Xian narrowed his eyes and sighed.
"I understand."
The night gradually deepened.
Other than the occasional whimpers of the wind outside the house, the entire village seemed to be still.
Xu Xian blew out the oil lamp and went to sleep.
However, it was only after midnight when crunching sounds came from all over the village.
When the creaking sound came from the back room, Xu Xian, who seemed to be asleep, suddenly opened his eyes and sighed.
" The rites and music have collapsed, the morals of the world are deteriorating, demons are in power, evil spirits are everywhere, and the human world…is like a ghost's domain…"
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