oing from her house... I saw a man appear at her doorstep, he was pretty handsome, looked like a college student."A college student My heart skipped a beat. That zombie, Mu Yunliang, was still missin...These little yellow guys still look pretty cute, after all they're still small.

But they are cunning, after all, not ordinary pets. Their smell can be detected several meters away.

They scampered about, as if urging them on, seeming eager to get home.

These little things probably rarely leave their nest, right

"Come on, let's go in and have a look. No matter how strange this village is, it's still part of the human world. There's nothing to be afraid of," Mu Wanchen said nonchalantly.

At this moment, the night was dark and windy, I was afraid something might happen. Who knows what that old woman was thinking

Mu Wanchen pulled me, slightly leaning to shield me behind him. He whispered, "Don't be afraid, here is just a place where humans and ghosts coexist, the aura is chaotic, but not out of control. Otherwise, your mother and the others wouldn't have lived here for generations."

"...Actually, I felt fine inside that old house, but once I left, I felt sick all over."

This place was originally a barren mountain and field. Some of the old houses had yards, while others had dilapidated doors and windows.

In the night, there was not a single light, it looked much like a graveyard.

Moreover, these houses were far apart from each other, as if each one had fenced itself off. As long as they were herded into their houses at night, they would be safe and sound.

Just as I thought everything was fine... I heard a wolf-like howl coming from the front yard.

Accompanied by muffled sounds, then someone calling out.

"Ah… still not dead… Ah… Woooo… Why am I still alive…"

The voice was indistinguishable, male or female, already hoarse and broken like that face of earth wall.

The entire surface is covered in mottled, cracked patterns. If you hit it a few more times, I reckon it'll collapse.

The little yellow fellows were oblivious to the commotion, or perhaps they were simply used to it.

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly and said, "…This person, there's no ghost possessing him."

I rubbed my goosebumps, listening to the muffled thuds coming from the wall ahead: "If it wasn't possessed, why is it acting so crazy Has it really gone mad"

"...Perhaps the lingering spirits have gone to where they belong, but this man has gone mad, and his family is unwilling to take him in... A person like this cannot be released; he might go berserk and harm others." Mu Wanchen said.

I silently nodded. These days, some people seem to have gone crazy and suddenly attack those around them in the news, especially children, causing many tragedies.

These people are basically classified as mentally ill, like those who become manic and need to harm themselves to feel better. If they were really let out, they would definitely hurt others.

But we can't carry out a humanitarian extermination of these people either. Families wouldn't bear it, and the law wouldn't allow it. But not every family has the means to send their loved ones to high-end nursing homes. Hospital resources are also scarce, so they have no choice but to use this method to send people to this small village.

In this remote and desolate mountainous region, scattered amidst the hills, there are dozens of wooden houses, earthen walls, tiled roofs, bamboo houses... They are loosely distributed across these several mountains. Among them, an inconspicuous old house nestled on the hillside stands out.

I didn't take a close look last time. It was dark and I couldn't see clearly, but I vaguely felt that this house wasn't ordinary. It seemed like the back half was built along the mountainside, with a hint of an attic.

I was trapped in the front yard before, that old woman kept staring at me, I didn't get a chance to sneak into the backyard.

The attic in the back garden, built at the foot of the mountain, must have a secret. I'll have Mu Wanchen take me to have a look later.

The little yellow critters vanished near the house, and I have no idea where their den is.

I stood at the door, gripping the doorknob and knocking. I knocked for a long time but the door remained closed.

"......Is that old woman asleep" I looked at the wall.

"There's a barrier formation buried here, layer upon layer, the method of opening it cannot be done from the outside…" Mu Wanchen walked to the corner and took a look.

That leaves only knocking. I dare not shout for fear of waking the "people" slumbering in this night's quiet.

The doorknob was worn smooth with age, and after banging on it for ages, I was about to give up. I considered trying to climb over the wall instead But if this house was so easy to break into, someone with a more aggressive streak would have already gotten in and caused trouble.

About half an hour later, a hoarse voice came from behind the door.

"Here... here... who could be coming to knock on the door of this old widow woman in the middle of the night..." The old woman's voice rose softly.

I was eavesdropping by the door, listening for any sound when suddenly she pulled it open from inside.

"Hee hee hee… You little girl, you came rather quickly…" She extended a hand like a withered tree from the crack in the door, grabbing my wrist.

I wanted to leave, but she narrowed her eyes at me and said, "How... do you want to stand by the door and talk"

Mu Wanchen reached out and tapped her elbow, she flinched back as if she had been electrocuted.

"Who is this"

I replied, "It is my husband."

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then patted her head: "Oh dear, I'm senile, senile... The arrival of the Great Shaman is truly magnificent!"

She moved aside slowly, allowing us to enter.

Hearing the sound of the door closing behind me, I couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Hey, old lady, why did you have the yellow-skinned girl call us here What's the matter" I asked anxiously before even reaching the main hall.

The atmosphere here is too oppressive, and now it's deep into the night. This old woman in front of me looks weaker than last time.

More like a zombie.

Heaven and earth are unfeeling, treating all things as mere fodder for dogs. No matter how beautiful and proud you are in your youth, time will leave its mark on you nonetheless.

Some young women, proud of their beauty and youth, act arrogantly. Generally, such women will end up with a miserable old age. One wonders if this old woman was like that when she was young.

"...Your mother has been gone since that day, and there's been no word from her. Do you know what happened to her" The old woman asked in a low voice.

"As soon as I heard this, I got angry and snapped back, "What's the situation She snuck into the secret Jiang Fa sect during the chaos, and she even wants to open the Witch King City and the tombs of the Si clan! And she shot someone with a gun! To say she's related to me is embarrassing!"

The old woman's wrinkled face contorted into a smile: “Embarrassing Hehe… It’s really embarrassing now. She seems to have disappeared suddenly, without returning or even sending a word. I suspect something might have happened to her…”

"What kind of accident Everyone in Wuzhuang City is busy with disaster relief and evacuation. Who has time to pay attention to her! Plus, she even wanted to take advantage of the situation, I'd be surprised if I didn't scold her!" I huffed, turning away angrily.

"Hoh ho ho… She went to find the item to break the curse. You don't understand, and I don't blame you. Anyway, she's gone missing now. You should keep an eye out for her..."

"No time, no looking. A woman with her abilities and such an independent spirit doesn't need to worry." I snorted, immediately refusing.

The old woman completely ignored my attitude. She turned to Mu Wanchen on her own and said, "Nephew... After I escaped from the temple, I gave birth to several children one after another, but none of them survived in the end. Then the second and third generations... all had the same problem—"

I secretly pricked up my ears to listen.

Mu Wanchen frowned slightly and asked, "What's the problem"

“There are no males left.” The old woman’s cloudy eyes narrowed slightly.

“I began to suspect this was a curse of blood poison from the clan, so Xiao Yinluo’s mother has been searching for evidence and a way to lift it. You guys will be fine if you have daughters in the future! But if you have sons, don't worry about… enduring the pain of being separated by flesh and blood, yin and yang, huh huh huh…”

What, what!anyone."The Mu family wasn't some prestigious and influential clan that could hold their head high. They just wanted to live a peaceful life in seclusion. At first, we—including Fan'er herself—didn't...