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Chapter 144 How unjust is Heaven!

Xu Qingling and Shasha, Sikong Yan directly used the Divine Travel skill to reach Wangjia Village, which was thousands of miles away.

Bian Dong and his colleagues arrived by plane.

At this moment, they met at the entrance of Wangjia Village.

"Wangjia Village doesn't seem to have anything special about it." Sikong Yan gazed at Wangjia Village in the distance. In the distance, he could see the villagers busy with their own tasks, a scene full of everyday life.

Just ...

"However, the overall look is somewhat gloomy."

Even though it's afternoon and the sun is high in the sky, the sunlight never seems to reach Wangjia Village; it's as if it's on the other side of the sun, only in shadow.

It looks eerie.

Xu Qingling raised her eyes, a fleeting glint in them.

She saw something that Sikong Yan, Bian Dong, and the others had not seen.

A layer of gray haze shrouds the entire Wangjia Village, and it is this haze that currently prevents people from leaving the village.

That thing is yin energy.

Xu Qingling had never met Wang Xiaoyu, so she didn't know if it was Wang Xiaoyu's yin energy.

However, it's definitely something only a vengeful ghost could have done.

Xu Qingling remembered the aura of this yin energy.

"Let's go in."

No matter what's inside, we have to find out.

"Then go in."

So the group stepped forward and soon entered the yin energy barrier set up by the vengeful ghost.

"Damn, the temperature dropped way too fast!" Almost the moment they entered Wangjia Village, the surrounding temperature suddenly dropped several degrees.

But Sikong Yan and the others knew that this was not a natural drop in temperature, but rather the presence of yin energy.

Yin energy itself is extremely cold and frigid.

Xu Qingling also clearly noticed that the yin energy had become heavier, but she didn't feel the cold.

However, Xu Qingling knew it was because of the temperature-regulating dress she was wearing.

She couldn't help but marvel once again that the dress was a treasure, something she would never trade for a thousand pieces of gold.

I wonder when I'll run into that stall owner again, and whether he has any other good stuff left.

At this moment, the stall owner (Fan Wujiu) had no idea that Xu Qingling was thinking about him. He worked diligently at the hospital and spent his spare time searching on the computer for the top ten reasons why his female neighbor suddenly became cold towards him and refused the food he offered.

When Fan Wujiu saw the first comment, which said that the female neighbor must have fallen in love with someone else, he was immediately heartbroken.

Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Xu Qingling was unaware of Fan Wujiu's situation. As soon as Xu Qingling and the others entered Wangjia Village, they took in everything around them. A stream meandered upstream, its water clear and planted with lotus flowers. There were many pavilions on both sides of the stream. The area was shaded by green trees and blooming with flowers.

Not far away, there seemed to be a field of rapeseed flowers, swaying in golden waves.

To the west, there are rows of small shops that seem to have been planned, and there appears to be some people around.

Beautiful and serene.

Those who don't know better might think this is a paradise, but now everyone seems to know that it's inhabited by a vengeful ghost in red.

So recently, apart from people trying to ride the coattails of Wang Xiaoyu's death news, no tourists have come.

Indeed, Wangjia Village clearly demonstrates a focus on developing its tourism economy.

Wangjia Village is a village of medium size, with several hundred households, most of whom are surnamed Wang.

Xu Qingling looked up and saw rows of guesthouses, most of which were two or three stories high.

"It is said that Wangjia Village used to be very poor, and some people even starved to death."

“A few years ago, a wealthy businessman came here and, for some reason, became interested in developing Wangjia Village.”

"So they invested money and, under the leadership of the village chief of Wangjia Village, developed the tourism economy."

"Before Wang Xiaoyu's accident, the tourism economy in Wangjia Village was thriving. Every household made a living by running guesthouses and selling local specialties. Even if they didn't work, they could still make money lying at home." "However, since Wang Xiaoyu died, she has been entrenched in Wangjia Village, and people who have heard of her no longer dare to come for tourism."

As they walked, Sikong Yan explained the information he had learned to Xu Qingling and the others, while Bian Dong added some information as well.

Xu Qingling listened quietly. From the moment she stepped into Wangjia Village, she could easily sense Wang Xiaoyu's presence.

It's fair to say that if she wanted to, she could easily take Wang Xiaoyu under her wing right now.

But Xu Qingling didn't...

She wanted to see more about Wangjia Village and learn more about Wang Xiaoyu's story.

Almost the instant Xu Qingling and the others entered the Yin energy barrier.

Dressed in red with her long hair flowing in the wind, Wang Xiaoyu immediately felt a heart palpitation that made even ghosts uneasy.

This was something she had never experienced since becoming a vengeful ghost.

Now, Wangjia Village is under her control; wherever people are in Wangjia Village, their every move is within her grasp.

So, who is the person who makes her heart flutter?
Could he be a prominent figure from some family of metaphysical scholars?
Wang Xiaoyu couldn't help but look up.

Xu Qingling, who was walking towards the guesthouse run by Wang Xiaoyu's parents, seemed to sense something and looked up in a certain direction.

In the void, it seemed as if he had met the gaze of a pair of eyes behind him.

Almost instantly, Wang Xiaoyu was so frightened that he withdrew his prying gaze.

That wasn't something she did voluntarily; it was an instinctive, subconscious act.

This was the first time Wang Xiaoyu had panicked since becoming a vengeful ghost in red.

Because she could tell that the girl in the blue dress didn't seem human, nor did she seem to be from a family of metaphysicians.

She possessed a terrifying aura that instilled fear in Wang Xiaoyu.

She couldn't see through her cultivation level, but she absolutely suppressed Wang Xiaoyu.

With just a quick glance, Wang Xiaoyu knew that even ten of hers couldn't compare to this girl.

Facing the girl in the blue dress, who could run rampant in Wangjia Village, she had no chance to fight back at all.

"That girl looks so upright."

"Could it be that they've come to take me away?"

If so...

Wang Xiaoyu wept tears of blood, lamenting, "How unjust is Heaven!"

As if sensing Wang Xiaoyu's sadness, a baby's sobbing voice echoed in the room, its sound tender, sharp, and mournful.

The sound suddenly resounded throughout the entire Wangjia Village.

This sent a chill down the spines of everyone in Wangjia Village at that moment.

"Oh no, I have a feeling tonight is going to be tough," someone sighed, their voice trembling.

Xu Qingling and the others also heard the sound, and she frowned slightly.

“Sister, that voice…” Sasha began, asking something.

Xu Qingling nodded.

"Let's go into this guesthouse."

"This guesthouse is run by Wang Xiaoyu's parents, Wang Duoqian and Chen Xiaolian."

"By the way, this couple, besides their daughter Wang Xiaoyu, also have a son named Wang Dalong."

Hearing this, Bian Donglai's colleague couldn't help but laugh, his laughter tinged with sarcasm. "Their daughter is named Xiaoyu (Little Fish), and their son is named Dalong (Big Dragon). I don't think this couple is as innocent and kind as people say online. At least, they definitely treat their daughter and son differently."

Whether or not there is a preference for sons over daughters can actually be seen from the way parents name their children.

After all, a name follows a child for a lifetime, and a good name embodies the parents' hopes and blessings for their child.

(End of this chapter)