The three of them gradually approached and realized that the man's calf was strangely bent.
Zhang Hao stood up first and said,"Fellow villager, we came from Changsha to collect antiques. Did you hurt your foot?"”
The man moved slightly, and pea-sized beads of sweat appeared on his head.
The man waved his hand.，She had fallen and injured herself when she was picking herbs down the mountain.”
Zhang Hao saw the herb basket beside the man and helped him up.
"Uncle, let me help you take a look!" Zhang Hao said slowly.
After the man relaxed, he suddenly moved his calf.
"Ah!" The man screamed.
His calf, which was still bent, returned to its normal shape.
"Uncle, the conditions are simple. This is the only way. If this drags on, your legs will become bent in the future.”Zhang Hao said indifferently.
When Master Eight saw this, he was relieved.
"Uncle, what's your name? Are they from the White Wave Stronghold?" Master Eight asked as he supported the middle-aged man.
Only then did the man recover from the pain and nodded repeatedly.
"My name is Ke Chamu. I'm from the White Wave Stronghold. A few days ago, I went up the mountain to pick herbs and encountered a poisonous snake. Then, I fell and broke my leg.”
Zhang Hao understood in his heart that these words were not false. The degree of bending of his calf was obviously an injury caused by walking on the mountain road for a few days.
"Perfect timing, Uncle Ke Chamu, we're also going to Whitewave Stronghold, we can send you off!”The waiter smiled.
Ke Chamu's expression changed. He quickly shook his head and said,"No, no, there's no treasure in Whitewave Village. You guys should go back. I'll go back by myself!”
Unexpectedly, Ke Chamu, who had a friendly expression just a moment ago, turned angry in the blink of an eye.
"It's fine, Uncle Ke Chamu. Even if there's no treasure, I'll still send you home, right?" said Master Eight with a smile.”
Ke Chamu took a deep breath and said,"Alright then, but we don't have any treasures here, so you'd better leave immediately.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Ke Chamu was helped into the car by the waiter.
"Lord Zhang, there's something wrong with Whitewave Stronghold. Ke Chamu doesn't seem to want us to go to Whitewave Stronghold. Could it be because Wang Mazi lied to the people in the stronghold?”Master Eight asked with a puzzled expression.
Zhang Hao waved his hand and said in a low voice,"There should be someone in Whitewave Stronghold who knows the goods. Wang Mazi should be the one who is kept in the dark. Ke Chamu doesn't want us to enter Whitewave Stronghold. He should be protecting us.”
Zhang Hao already had a guess in his heart, but since everything was still uncertain, he did not say it out loud.
"Let's go. Get in the car first. We'll talk when we arrive!”Zhang Hao patted Master Eight and got into the passenger seat.
After walking for more than ten minutes, there was finally someone in front of them.
The ancient village was still built with wood and bamboo. Most of the people here wore black cloth clothes.
The children looked at the black car in surprise, and the waiter stopped the car.
"Uncle, I'll carry you!" The waiter carried Ke Cha Mu on his back. Under Ke Cha Mu's guidance, they arrived at a bamboo building.
Just as he put Ke Chamu down, someone came in from the door.
" Friend from afar, welcome to our White Wave Stronghold," an old man wearing a black robe and a headscarf walked in and said.
It was a little awkward, but Zhang Hao could hear the meaning clearly. He sized up the person in front of him and narrowed his eyes.
" Ketuoyi Village Elder, I broke my leg. These friends saved me." Ke Chamu looked at the old man with a red face.
The old man's face stiffened, and his smile became a little distorted.
Then, he smiled and slowly said to Zhang Hao,"Since you have helped Ke Chamu, you are a guest of our Whitewave Village. Please enjoy yourself in Whitewave Village for a few days.”
The corners of Zhang Hao's mouth curled up as he replied with a smile,"It just so happens that we have the same intention, Village Elder Ketoi.”
Ke Tuoyi nodded, looked at Ke Chamu, and said a string of words before slowly leaving.
"Little brothers, stay at my house. Please don't take offense at the simple conditions!”Ke Chamu's anger was swept away as he spoke calmly.
After saying that, Ke Chamu began to make the splints. Zhang Hao left the waiter to help Ke Chamu and walked out of the bamboo house with Master Eight.
Zhang Hao looked at the white mask hanging at the door and understood.
Master Eight also saw the white mask and thought that Zhang Hao did not understand. He explained,"Lord Zhang, this should be a white wizard who is good at healing and saving people. He must be Uncle Ke Chamu.”
Zhang Hao did not refute. After nodding in agreement, he observed the entire village.
In Zhang Hao's eyes, White Wave Stronghold was an ordinary stronghold that was somewhat xenophobic and united. However, the appearance of Ke Tuoyi made Zhang Hao realize that something was wrong.
Zhang Hao looked at Lord Eight and said slowly,""Lord Eight, that village elder just now should be a Dark Sorcerer. The curse on the jade ring should be the work of a Dark Sorcerer here.”
There were two types of witchcraft spells. One was the White Magi, who were good at treating illnesses and saving people. They would not have any poisonous spells in their hands. Some White Magi even did not have any spells at all. However, the other type was the Dark Sorcerers, who were good at curses and killing enemies. Most of them had ruthless attacking methods.
When Master Eight heard that, he was shocked." Then, aren't we walking into a den of thieves?”
Looking at the children playing in front of him, Zhang Hao smiled and said indifferently,"That's not necessarily true. It doesn't mean that those who harm people are bad people.”
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