The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 107 The Ghost Who Fell to Her Death and the Mountain Village

Upon arriving at Chenyuan Martial Arts School, Zhou Fengchen went directly to Elder Chen to make arrangements for all possible dangers. Then, he borrowed an electric scooter from a student at the school, packed all his gear, and rode off wobbly.

On the way, Zhou Fengchen deliberately strolled around the entrance of "Shen Mansion" before heading straight to the west of the city.

To the west and north of Donghai City are the foothills of the Cangshan Mountains. There are no high peaks, only low hills one after another. Zhou Fengchen rode his electric scooter along the road, looking back at himself. However, there were many vehicles on the road, and he was not sure whether Doromo and his men had followed him.

When we reached about forty miles west of the city, the distant peaks suddenly emerged from the rain and mist, stretching into a line.

At this moment, the electric scooter ran out of power. Zhou Fengchen casually tossed it aside, looked around, and was a little worried. It was not quite the same as the several hills and the dilapidated temple on the hill that he had imagined!

It only says fifty li west of the city, but that area is too wide. There are a huge mountain range in front. How did that bastard Monk Yuanzhi find that nunnery?

After walking for a while, he thought to himself that if there were demons in the deep mountains, then there must be unusual fluctuations in their aura. So he opened his Heavenly Eye and scanned the surroundings.

Sure enough, there was something unusual about the northwest corner. A black mist, invisible to the naked eye, shot straight into the sky. However, it was hard to say whether it was a nunnery or not.

"Let's go take a look first, it's nearby anyway." He determined the direction, left the main road, parted the weeds, and went up the hillside.

The mountain path was difficult to walk on, and to make matters worse, it was drizzling and very slippery. After walking for about an hour, he had no idea where he was. All around him was the same: dense forest, drizzling rain, and it was getting dark; it was almost evening.

Then they came onto a mountain path that was clearly worn down by people, and suddenly they could faintly hear voices coming from ahead.

Zhou Fengchen was overjoyed and followed the sound. When he got there, he was stunned.

Ahead were two middle-aged women, both carrying baskets filled with herbs and other such items. However… one of them was not human! Her feet were off the ground, and she exuded a deathly aura.

What does this mean? The two, one human and one ghost, seem to be having a pleasant conversation?

Zhou Fengchen was a little confused, so he kept quiet and followed quietly.

After walking for a few minutes, the dead man suddenly said to the middle-aged woman beside him, "Oh dear! My neck is a little itchy, can you take a look?"

The middle-aged woman let out an "Oh," approached the dead body, and went to lift her collar. Just then, the dead body silently grinned, opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit at the middle-aged woman's neck.

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat. He lightly stepped forward, craned his neck, blinked, and looked at her with great curiosity.

The dead man noticed someone approaching, looked up, paused for a moment, and then his face quickly darkened.

Zhou Fengchen stretched out his finger and tapped the neck of the unsuspecting middle-aged woman, saying to the dead woman, "Come on, bite here, there's more meat here."

The middle-aged woman gasped and looked up, startled. She pointed at Zhou Fengchen and asked, "Who are you?"

Zhou Fengchen smiled, pointed at the dead body, and asked, "Do you know who she is?"

The middle-aged woman looked at the dead body, frowned, thought for a moment, and then exclaimed "Ah!"

The dead man's expression changed, and he turned and jumped off the cliff.

With lightning speed, Zhou Fengchen drew his goose-wing blade and slashed down. A scream rang out, and the dead man's soul vanished, the basket tumbling down the cliff.

The middle-aged woman, still shaken, covered her face and squatted on the ground, sobbing.

Zhou Fengchen patted her back to reassure her, saying, "Don't be afraid, auntie, it's alright now."

The middle-aged woman was terrified. She looked up and cried, "That person was Aqing!"

Zhou Fengchen asked, "Aqing? What happened to her?"

The middle-aged woman rambled on, "I ran into her when I came to collect herbs. She looked familiar, but I couldn't remember who she was for a moment. I thought she was from the neighboring village. But then I remembered, she was Aqing, from our village. She fell off a cliff and died two years ago. Waaah, that was so scary..."

Zhou Fengchen felt somewhat fortunate that he had unintentionally saved someone; otherwise, this old lady would have certainly died today!

The middle-aged woman had cried enough and didn't want to stay there for another second. She thanked them repeatedly, then picked up her basket and hurriedly left.

As darkness was approaching and there was still no place to stay at the nunnery, Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, then caught up with the middle-aged woman and prepared to ask for lodging in her village for the night.

The middle-aged woman readily agreed, and the two walked and talked. The woman's name was Ahao, and she was a villager from the mountain village ahead. Her family ran a herbal medicine clinic, and she usually came out to collect common herbs that could cure headaches and fevers. Then she asked Zhou Fengchen what he did.

Zhou Fengchen lied, saying that he was lost and didn't know how he got here. Aunt Hao said that was great, and invited him to stay at her house for the night. She said that her husband would cook a good meal to thank him for saving her life.

The two walked in the dark for a while, when suddenly a bright light appeared ahead. They arrived at a small mountain village. The village was not large; judging from the lights, there were at most twenty or thirty households.

Aunt Hao pointed to the village, "We're home! We're home!"

After climbing a set of bluestone steps, the village was just ahead. Zhou Fengchen subconsciously looked back and, in the light of the lamp, noticed a swaying treetop in the distant, curved mountain valley. He could vaguely see several people following behind, one of whom looked very much like Song Xixue. A thought flashed through his mind: Damn it! It's probably Doromo and the others catching up.

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Upon entering the village, Aunt Hao breathed a sigh of relief and became even more polite to Zhou Fengchen. She led him for a while until they reached a house on the west side. Even before they reached the door, she called out to the inside, "Honey, your period's here!"

"Coming, coming!" A man's voice came from inside the house.

Taking advantage of the free time, Zhou Fengchen looked back down the mountain and estimated that it would take Doromo and the others another hour to get into the village.

Then, glancing around, I noticed a crowd gathered in front of a house in the middle of the village, making a commotion, and an old woman being respectfully welcomed into the house.

Just as Zhou Fengchen was about to ask what was going on, Ah Hao's husband came out of the house, smiling, and said, "Wife, is this... one of your nephews from your family?"

"He's closer than a nephew!" Ah Hao pulled Zhou Fengchen into the house and said, "If it weren't for this child, I wouldn't have been able to get back here."

Aunt Hao's husband was taken aback and quickly asked what was going on. The couple then started talking about it.

Zhou Fengchen wasn't paying attention. He glanced around the room; it was quite spacious and clean. A row of cabinets was filled with various medicine bottles, as well as a stethoscope, a pressure gauge, and so on.

The sound of stir-frying came from the kitchen next door, where a girl of about seventeen or eighteen years old was cooking.

Just then, Aunt Hao finished her rambling, and her husband grabbed Zhou Fengchen's hand. "Brother, thank you so much. Are you a gentleman?"

"Master?" Zhou Fengchen thought for a moment, realizing it probably meant a folk "yin-yang master," and casually replied, "No, no, I can just see those things."

Ah Hao's husband nodded. "I won't say anything more. I'll go to the village shop to buy some vegetables and cook them myself. We'll have a good drink together later."

He turned and left.

Zhou Fengchen found a stool and sat down by himself, casually asking Aunt Hao, who was putting out herbs, "What were all those people doing over there just now?"

"So many people?" Aunt Hao thought for a moment, then her expression changed. She said, "Brother, that's our village chief's house. The village chief encountered some strange things recently, things that are really scary. He's probably asked Granny Li to go and check on him!"