Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

"Alright!"

After Cao Xingjia agreed, the group headed towards his home.

Unlike Liujia Village, which is nestled against the mountain with cave dwellings everywhere, Xiakou Village, due to its geographical location, mostly consists of houses built with thatch and mud bricks. Those with more men would build a wall around their yard, while those with fewer people would use firewood and wood chips to create a yard, where they would raise poultry and livestock.

Looking at the tightly closed wooden fence at the entrance, Zhang Wei roughly knew that Gou Dan's uncle's family was one of the less prosperous families in Xiakou Village.

"Xiaofang, Gou Dan is here!"

Cao Jiaxing shouted from outside the courtyard gate. Hearing a weak response from inside the house, he turned around, gave everyone a slightly apologetic smile, and then walked into the courtyard first.

Then everyone filed in, but from beginning to end everyone else remained a step behind Zhang Wei.

Having already harbored suspicions, he naturally noticed this, but he assumed it was just others being mindful of protocol and didn't think much of it. After all, who knew if the sick woman and child inside had gotten out of bed or were dressed?

Zhang Wei has the face of a child, so his nephew could easily overlook it at first, but since everyone else is a grown man, it could really cause quite a bit of trouble if they didn't behave properly...

They weren't kept waiting long. As soon as they entered the courtyard, the door to the west room was pushed open from the inside. A girl, about eleven or twelve years old, wearing a padded jacket, with a pale face and two pigtails, leaned against the doorframe and timidly called out:

"Father! Mother and my younger brother are very ill and can't get up!"

Then he turned to Zhang Wei and said, "Dog Egg!"

"Eldest daughter, quickly go make some sweet soup!" Assigning his eldest daughter, Cao Jiaxing turned to everyone and said, "Given the current situation at home, we don't have much to offer you all, please bear with us!"

"It's alright, let's check on the person first!"

Knowing this wasn't an excuse, Blind Wang didn't ask Zhang Wei's opinion anymore. After confirming there was nothing obstructing the way, he followed Cao Jiaxing into the inner room first...

A moment later...

After taking the pulse of the last boy lying in the corner of the kang (a heated brick bed), Blind Wang breathed a sigh of relief: "He just has some stagnant yin energy, and his vital energy is severely weakened. It would have been quite troublesome before, but it's easy to handle now!"

"Second son of the third son's family, cook the pork king meat you brought. I have two astragalus roots here. Find some red dates to cook together. Drink some soup and get rid of this cold feeling, and you'll feel much better."

"King of Pigs Meat? King of Pigs? You actually have that around here?"

Seeing Liu Jiaxing's cousin, who had received Wang the Blind Man's instructions, quickly go out to search for things, Cao Jiaxing opened his mouth after a brief moment of shock, but could not utter a sound.

Logically speaking, he owes such a huge debt of gratitude that he has no chance to repay. But emotionally, he doesn't care about being sick or in pain, but his wife and children can't withstand such torment.

This mouth really can't be opened!

In a flash, Cao Jiaxing was torn between his own mind and his own, and he even prepared to work for Blind Wang, but who would have thought that the other party would ignore him from beginning to end.

"Son, this is a difficult situation. Cooking meat only treats the symptoms, not the root cause. In your uncle's case, if there are ghosts or spirits causing trouble at night, that's fine, but if not, the things that follow are not simple!"

Knowing that the other party was referring to the mountain god, Zhang Wei nodded: "So, Uncle, have you felt harassed at night?"

"No, no!"

The villagers may lack experience, but that doesn't mean they're stupid.

If he still hasn't realized by now that his nephew is in charge of this group, then he's wasted the last thirty years of his life.

Knowing this is one thing, but it's not quite clear to me right now, so I look a little dazed.

"Didn't they say the newborn in the village caused quite a commotion before? Shall we go check it out? There should be some elders in the village who know what happened, Uncle, could you please come over and tell us about it later?"

Zhang Wei understood what Blind Wang meant. This matter might really be related to that so-called mountain god, but he had to try again before that. And the mountain god!

Previously, I had only dealt with wandering ghosts and strange tales from the mountains and fields. Now, I suddenly encountered something with a divine name. While I felt excited, I was mostly wary.

It's alright if it's a counterfeit product that's taken over someone else's property, but the real problem is if it turns out to be genuine...

But since things have come to this, let's eat first!

Even the emperor doesn't lack hungry soldiers, let alone the sick and ailing people in the family. It would be a waste of time to trouble them later.

The pork was simmered over a wood fire for an hour. Although it was still quite tough, people didn't care about that these days. They ate a few pieces of pork with the hot soup. After a short while, the Cao family members' faces began to turn slightly rosy, and they were covered in sweat. Zhang Wei touched them curiously.

Even though a person's skin is warm, the sweat they produce is bone-chillingly cold!

Gee!

After his uncle wiped away his sweat and changed his clothes, Cao Jiaxing, who had recovered from the shock, led the group toward the village chief's house.

Along the way, the uncle tried to inquire about Zhang Wei's situation more than once, but each time he opened his mouth, he was interrupted, and gradually he gave up the idea.

The village chief wasn't the only one in the village who knew more about the situation. Several elderly people in the village, including the local shaman, might also know the secrets of the strange events in Xiakou Village, but Zhang Wei and his group still chose the village chief.

For no other reason than that the village chief at this time is the real head of the village, and you really can't be elected without some prestige and ability.

As for the fortune teller... according to the village chief and my uncle, the old woman is reclusive by nature and has no relatives in Xiakou Village. She lives on the edge of the village with a little girl. If we really go around to invite them all to check the problem, it will probably take until dusk.

Moreover, according to my uncle, it seems that the sorceress has had a rather unpleasant falling out with the village recently because of this matter!

Zhang Wei was somewhat puzzled by what the two were saying, but he didn't show it immediately. He wasn't a real seven or eight-year-old child and wouldn't necessarily try to judge right and wrong.

We need to find a shaman, but not immediately!

......

"So, these newborns are just less disruptive now, but there's still something strange about them, is that right?"

Standing in front of the village pigpen, watching his companions all burying their heads in the pig troughs, while only one large pig not eating a single bite and occasionally glancing at its owner, Zhang Wei, amidst the horrified gazes of the others, leaped into the pigpen.

As soon as he entered the pigpen, he saw the fat pig, whose eyes were already restless and darting around everywhere. Its small eyes held emotions that did not belong to animals. Beneath its plump body was a speed as fast as a hunting dog. In a few moments, it pushed aside its companions and stretched out its big mouth to bite Zhang Wei.

"Thump!"

Zhang Wei kicked the pig-like head that was pushing towards him, knocking it aside and stomping it under his foot. His expression was indifferent: "Can you understand human speech?"

"Hehehe..."

"It's a shame it can't talk!" Zhang Wei stomped down hard, and a cracking sound came from the cervical vertebrae under the thick skin. The struggling fat pig suddenly stopped moving.

In the blink of an eye, a scarlet streak burst forth from Zhang Wei's hand.

A flash of red light appeared, and most of the remaining domestic pigs in the pens had their eyeballs ruptured, collapsed to the ground screaming, and their broken pig brains slowly oozing out from the two holes.

The remaining creatures, witnessing the horrific state of their companions, screamed and rushed to a corner of the pigpen, piling up in panic...

[Eliminating evil: Man-eating pig, reward: Pure Breeze Qi]

A wisp of gentle breeze, the balanced and harmonious Qi of heaven and earth, can be used for cultivation or the practice of soaring techniques.