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"Brother, I didn't mean to. I didn't expect you to be so weak. I just patted you lightly," Chang Xi said, gently covering her mouth, her eyes filled with worry.

Liu Chuanjia clutched his back, about to curse, but stopped when he saw the camera. Reluctantly, he said, "It's okay, how could I blame you? Go check your room, you can sleep in that room tonight."

I have some business to attend to at the construction site and need to go out for a while. My parents went to offer incense and fulfill a vow; they won't be back until tomorrow.

"Okay, take care."

Liu Chuanjia left, and Chang Xi still had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of coldness in that smile.

Chang Xi didn't rush to look at his own room, but walked to the locked door.

She reached up and touched her head.

Lu Wenli pressed down on the lock. "Master, isn't what we're doing a bit inappropriate? We're setting a bad example for the children."

"A little," Chang Xi turned around and stared at VJ.

Hao Ren silently waved, and the camera turned around.

They're aiding and abetting evil.

【What are you doing?】

Is there anything that I, as a VIP, cannot watch?

I order you to turn back!

[Turn back!]

Chang Xi pulled a steel needle from her coiled hair.

Huo Dongjun exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you actually make concealed weapons, right?"

"I actually play funeral music, do you need it?" Chang Xi raised an eyebrow, took a steel needle, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it to open it.

"Not for now, but we'll support your business when needed." Huo Dongjun walked ahead of Chang Xi and pushed open the door to go inside.

Everyone followed closely behind, and even the crew members went to the door to peek inside.

This was indeed an ancestral hall, but there were no ancestral tablets of the Liu family, only a strange statue. The entire room was extremely dark, and a faint red light shrouded the statue's head, making it appear somewhat eerie in the darkness.

Xia Qingli tugged at Chang Xi's sleeve. "Chang Xi, don't you think this room is strangely dark?"

It's daytime, how can it be so dark?

Snapped.

The room suddenly became bright.

Gu Qingfeng stood by the light switch. "You think it's dark because the lights aren't on."

Xia Qingli: "..."

Changxi took a picture of the statue and tried to search for which deity it was, but there were no results; he couldn't find anything at all.

It is a wild god.

The statue is in the shape of a human, dressed in magnificent and exquisite clothes, but the seat beneath it is not a lotus pedestal, but a cloud platform made of human bones.

"This doesn't look like a benevolent deity," Lu Wenli said, feeling a chill run down his spine. He rubbed his arms. "Master, what kind of deity is this?"

"I'm not sure, but I'll find out soon," Chang Xi said, hoping for the first time that her judgment wouldn't be so accurate. She pulled a stack of talismans from her pocket and stuffed them into his hand. "Lu Wenli, you'll stay in my room tonight. I'm going out for a bit."

"Alright!" Lu Wenli distributed the talismans, keeping two extra for himself.

"Where are you going?" Gu Qingfeng had received orders from his mother to have Chang Xi undergo a paternity test. Knowing that Chang Xi might be his sister, he couldn't bear to watch Chang Xi go into danger.

"Go and find out what kind of tricks this village is up to," Chang Xi said, unusually serious.

Huo Dongjun, standing beside her, could also sense her low spirits. It seemed that there was no good story behind the strangeness of this village.

The camera turned back, and everyone acted as if nothing had happened, continuing to play games and eat as usual.

What exactly did they see? Why won't they tell us?

I've never felt such intense curiosity before!

There seemed to be a strange atmosphere between them, a slightly serious vibe.

Chang Xi entered the room prepared for her by the Liu family, and the live stream was turned off.

Lu Wenli climbed in through the outside window. "Master, I'm here. Go and come back soon, and be careful."

"Okay, I'll leave Red Flame here. If anything seems amiss, have it come to me." After giving his instructions, Chang Xi jumped out of the window and landed on the grass. Before he could take two steps, he saw Huo Dongjun waiting in the corner.

"Looks like we're on the same wavelength," Huo Dongjun joked.

"Birds of a feather flock together," Chang Xi stood up. "Aren't you afraid of dying if you follow me?"

"I'm scared, but you'll protect me, won't you?" Huo Dongjun's almost certain attitude amused her. He trusted her so much, wasn't he afraid of being betrayed by her?

"I can take one more person with me, let's go."

Chang Xi tossed his head and strode aggressively toward the other families.

"Where are we going?" Huo Dongjun still had no idea what they were going to do out at night.

"Let's go to the village committee," Changxi led him along the dark country road. "Hongyan saw one or two people from each household going to the village committee at dusk, as if they were going to discuss something important."

For Chang Xi, the night was like day, but not for Huo Dongjun. The pitch-black darkness made it difficult for him to move an inch; he would twist his ankle every two steps.

I almost fell into the stream.

"Oh dear, this is troublesome," Chang Xi lifted the man up, took his hand, and said, "I'll hold your hand, stay close."

Huo Dongjun felt a slightly cool touch on his warm palm. In the darkness, his pupils dilated as he saw a scene before his eyes.

The girl with her hair in a ponytail walked ahead, holding her own hand tightly, just like Chang Xi was doing now. She said, "Why are you walking so slowly? The mountain path must be difficult to walk on at night. Let me hold your hand."

"If we walk together, the road will be easier."

"If we walk together, the road will be easier," Huo Dongjun murmured softly.

"What did you say?" Chang Xi turned to look at him, his eyes shining brightly like stars in the night.

"It's nothing," Huo Dongjun said nothing, but simply held Chang Xi's hand in return, trying to see something else, but no images came to mind.

We can't rush it; we have to take it slowly.

The two walked to the village committee, a very old place with tiled houses.

Chang Xi grabbed Huo Dongjun and appeared on the rooftop in a flash.

Huo Dongjun took off from the spot, maintaining his composure even in the face of a collapsing mountain, and forcefully suppressed the shout that was about to come out of his mouth.

She lifted a tile and could see that the room was full of people.

Huo Dongjun carefully moved to the opposite side of her, and the two heads squeezed together to eavesdrop.

The elderly village chief sat in the main seat. "I've gathered everyone here today to discuss what we should do."

During the day, Li's father cracked his pipe, "It's all the fault of that old Liu couple. Why did they have to bring that damned girl back? And to make matters worse, they brought a bunch of TV station people with them. They almost kidnapped my son."

"How dare you say that to me?" Liu Jun said bitterly, "If you hadn't been greedy for the money the production team gave you, would they have gone to your pigsty? Aren't you afraid they'd see a woman's remains?"

"Over the years, even the bones have been gnawed clean by my pigs," Mr. Li said, not taking the bait. "Stop changing the subject."

Liu's mother spoke softly, "We are also worried about the Venerable One. For so many years, the Venerable One's cultivation has stagnated, and the development of our village has not changed much either."

Back then, Zhao Di was rescued by a Taoist priest, which stopped the Venerable One's cultivation. Now that this girl has appeared, she has amnesia and doesn't remember what happened back then. It's as if she's delivered herself to the Venerable One's doorstep.

Bringing Zhao Di back was a decision made by everyone together. We couldn't refuse the production team's insistence on coming; if they found out and gave themselves away, it would ruin His Majesty's important plans.