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The hidden formation has trapped me, and with no clues, I can only wander around the village in search of answers. Over time, the villagers have grown accustomed to my presence. They no longer deliberately avoid me in their conversations and actions, making it easier for me to catch some unguarded information.
A villager's soft whisper suddenly broke the night's tranquility, sending a jolt through my heart. "I saw Uncle Wang arguing with some ill-intentioned outsiders." Could it be that Uncle Wang is the hidden traitor? This question struck me like lightning, piercing through the fog in my mind. I must uncover the truth, even if it means confronting possibilities I am reluctant to believe.
I made my way to the warehouse indicated by the villager, where the remnants of the argument seemed to linger. Inside, moonlight filtered through broken windows, casting mottled shadows on the aged floor. I closed my eyes, allowing my memories to rewind to that tense night—the sounds of arguing, angry breaths, and that undisclosed transaction.
When I opened my eyes again, I was unexpectedly struck by a revelation—the argument had involved issues regarding the allocation of the Jade Mine. This suggested that Uncle Wang might be connected to the struggle over the mine. This was a stark contrast to the image of Uncle Wang I held in my mind. His son had likely died because of the mine; could it be that disagreements arose from an uneven distribution of spoils?
To uncover the truth, I used magic to rewind what happened in the warehouse. I discovered that Uncle Wang was actually refusing to become an insider; the argument stemmed from his unwillingness to betray the village. His voice was filled with determination and rejection, standing in sharp contrast to those greedy outsiders. This revelation began to clear the fog in my heart.
Uncle Wang's image became clearer; he was not a betrayer but a guardian—a warrior upholding justice in darkness. I clenched my fists; now that I knew Uncle Wang could be trusted, I could speak openly with him and exchange information. Perhaps there were things about Uncle Wang that I still did not know.
I stepped out of the warehouse; Misty Village remained tranquil under the night sky. But I knew that beneath this calm lay turbulent secrets. I would continue my pursuit until all mysteries were unveiled and justice was served.
At a critical moment for breaking the formation in Mist Town, Zhou Yi, Uncle Wang, and Grandpa Li were nervously discussing their final plan. Suddenly, an unusual noise from outside shattered the silence within the room. Uncle Wang hurried outside to check but found no one around—only swirling mist added an air of mystery and unease.
After returning inside and closing the door, a mysterious figure appeared in the night. The figure looked in one direction, pursed their lips and shook their head before glancing toward the room: "Still too young."
Having already spoken openly with Uncle Wang and Grandpa Li, I revealed the secret formation and shared what would soon lead to an imbalance of yin and yang. Grandpa Li handed me a copper coin and mentioned that Fang Xiaomei's family were descendants of those who set up this formation.
At the beginning, the village relied solely on the Yin-Yang Harmony Formation to ensure its safety. When Grandpa Xiao Mei passed away, Xiao Mei's father was still young, and the key was entrusted to Grandpa Li for safekeeping. The inheritance was interrupted, and without proper maintenance, the formation gradually became ineffective.
This copper coin is not only the key to the formation but also a bridge connecting the past and the present. I deeply understand that to restore the formation and regain the village's yin-yang balance, I need the power of this coin. Holding it tightly in my hand, I felt a heavy sense of responsibility.
The three of us continued to discuss in a tense atmosphere, searching for ways to unravel the fog and restore balance. The mist outside seemed to be listening to our plans, constantly changing shapes as if hinting at an impending storm.
The first attempt to break the formation began amidst tension and anticipation. As we worked on it, part of the mist dissipated. I saw the center of the formation, which was composed of countless small beads. My heart stirred; these beads were identical to those at Wang Zhigang's death scene. Could it be that my Mingyang Sect was somehow related to Wang Zhigang's death?
I focused my mind and continued breaking the formation, believing that the truth would eventually come to light. Just then, someone rushed into the formation and attacked me. I quickly countered. There were three attackers who were familiar with spells; all three of my attacks missed their mark. I realized they might be carrying magical artifacts. I had no choice but to resort to hand-to-hand combat.
Fortunately, I had not slackened in my training, and my martial arts skills were decent. Seeing that things were not going their way, the three retreated decisively. However, this incident caused us to miss the optimal time for breaking the formation, forcing us to postpone until the next day.
Faced with this setback, Uncle Wang, Grandpa Li, and I did not lose heart. Under the dim light, we gathered together to discuss new strategies. Ultimately, we decided on an unprecedented approach—live-streaming the process of breaking the formation so that all villagers and even outsiders could witness this historic moment.
The next day, as the live-stream camera focused on me in preparation for our second attempt at breaking the formation, those villains did not give up easily. They turned to creating chaos online, attempting to confuse people with hired commenters and even trying to shut down our live stream.
However, Fang Xiaomei and I were well-prepared, and we cleverly dealt with the disruptions, exposing the true identities of the trolls and stabilizing the order in the livestream. The camera followed my every move closely; as the ritual to break the formation approached, my heart remained unusually calm.
It was not until Fuchang's shadow swept across the edge of the formation that I felt a chill, like a ghost in the night. He thought his invisibility technique would allow him to escape unnoticed, but little did he know that my perception had already seen through his every action. I turned around to face the lurking danger, and a tense confrontation unfolded silently. My movements were swift and decisive, each wave of my hand carrying the power to break the formation.
Fuchang's plan had nowhere to hide under my discerning gaze. In front of everyone, I not only thwarted his sabotage but also revealed that he was the mole who had eavesdropped during our discussions about breaking the formation. Uncle Wang stood nearby, a flicker of surprise crossing his eyes. Clearly, he had not noticed Fuchang's presence. I regretted my previous carelessness; pride indeed leads to downfall.
Through this incident, I faced the reality of magic and vowed never to treat it lightly again. As my final hand seal fell, the mist began to dissipate. The first rays of sunlight pierced through the long-standing gloom, illuminating every corner of the village once more. The villagers wore long-lost smiles on their faces; they found hope and unity in the sacrificial activities.
After the dance concluded, I held a grand ancestral ceremony. Grandpa Li lit incense for worship and informed our ancestors that Misty Village had discovered a Jade Mine, promising that future generations would dedicate it to the country and asking for their blessings. The news spread rapidly online, and the villains could no longer obstruct us.
Inside Fuchang's house, I found that decisive contract which recorded his collusion with the villains. Uncle Wang held onto that contract tightly; his grip was firm and resolute as he dialed the police without any hesitation. With the arrival of law enforcement, the true identities of those behind the scenes began to come into focus, bringing this struggle closer to its conclusion.
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