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With the travel agency, Ye Mingshang checked into a familiar Miao hotel, where most travel agencies brought their clients. The village here was quite welcoming. The architectural style was similar to what it originally was, retaining a large part of the buildings, which were famous tourist attractions.
Ye Mingshang found the Guide and asked her when they could go to Shengmiao Village.
The Guide was a young girl in her twenties, vibrant and beautiful. She smiled sweetly at Ye Mingshang and said, "Big brother, you must be here because of all the rumors about Miao Village."
"Rumors?"
"Yes! Isn't it said online that people from Miao Village practice corpse driving techniques and witchcraft? Many people come to Miao Village for those reasons." The Guide blinked her beautiful big eyes and spoke in a sweet voice.
Ye Mingshang chuckled, "Rumors are just rumors. Where is there any corpse driving technique or witchcraft? You've probably read too many novels."
As an Exorcist from the Yin Yang Gate, Ye Mingshang knew that the corpse driving techniques were real; he even had some knowledge about them. He said this to avoid drawing attention to himself.
The Guide made a mischievous expression; it looked quite cute on her. She squinted her eyes and said with a smirk, "Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist. There are many things in this world that we can't see or touch, but they truly exist."
Ye Mingshang smiled, "So you know something then? Could it be that you can perform witchcraft?"
The Guide put her hands behind her back and gave a playful expression as if to say, "Guess!"
"I have a friend who might have gone to Shengmiao Village; he has a serious illness, and I want to take him back for treatment," Ye Mingshang said seriously, looking into her eyes.
This was the truth, though not the whole truth. However, because it was true, it would definitely not reveal any flaws; even a lie detector wouldn't be able to discern it.
The Female Guide believed him; after all, the concern in his eyes was genuine, something even the most skilled psychologist couldn't identify.
"What illness does your friend have? Is it serious?" the Female Guide asked.
Ye Mingshang swallowed hard, feeling somewhat downcast as he hoarsely replied, "Lymphoma."
The Guide exclaimed, "Ah! How did it come to this!"
The terror of Lymphoma is well known to those who have a slight understanding of it. With current medical technology, having cancer is not frightening; as long as it is not in the late stages, there is a possibility of cure. However, Lymphoma is another story. The lymphatic system is spread throughout the body, making surgery impossible. Once diagnosed with Lymphoma, even in its early stages, it feels like receiving a death sentence.
Ye Mingshang's eyes drooped, and he appeared dejected. "After learning about his condition, he has been very emotional and even sneaked out a few days ago. I'm worried he might do something extreme, so I came to find him."
The Guide was kind and, seeing his low spirits, quickly comforted him. "Don't worry; your friend will be fine."
Ye Mingshang forced a smile. "I hope so."
The Female Guide also smiled sweetly. In her view, a beautiful smile could brighten anyone's mood.
"There are some amazing Miao Doctors in Miao Village. Your friend must have gone there for treatment. We just need to ask around to see if anyone knows how to find them; we will definitely be able to locate him."
"Thank you."
The Guide took the group on a tour of the well-known attractions in Miao Village, skillfully explaining the history and stories of each place, which captivated the group.
They indeed kept their promise not to take them shopping. For those who couldn't resist buying things, the Guide advised against it, saying that souvenirs at tourist spots are sold at wholesale prices and are very overpriced.
In the evening, when everyone returned to the inn, they all wore big smiles and praised the Guide, saying that their money was well spent and that they would choose this place for future travels.
Due to cost considerations, the travel agency had booked double rooms for everyone. Ye Mingshang was not used to sharing a room with others, so he paid for a single room himself, much to the delight of his original roommate.
Once in his room, Ye Mingshang carefully checked every corner to ensure there was nothing suspicious before feeling at ease. This had always been his habit; whenever staying overnight in an unfamiliar place, he would thoroughly inspect it. It wasn't that he was overly cautious; rather, he had learned a lesson in his youth when he stayed at a shady inn and nearly lost his life.
Leaning back on the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, his mind wandered to possible locations of Joan and ways to deal with the Black Witch Cult.
A night passed without incident. The next morning, the Guide personally went door-to-door to wake everyone up.
When she reached Ye Mingshang's room and raised her hand to knock on the door, it creaked open unexpectedly, causing her to pause slightly and accidentally poke him in the face with her finger.
Ye Mingshang smiled. "What great service! You’re waking everyone up individually?"
The Guide blushed slightly. "You woke up quite early."
"Ha ha, you have to knock on every door; I've already heard it."
Today, the Guide took everyone on a brief tour of some lesser-known attractions before announcing that they would be heading to the legendary Shengmiao Village.
As soon as they heard "Shengmiao Village," several young people became intrigued. "Do the people in Shengmiao Village really practice Witchcraft?"
"Does the corpse-reviving technique really exist?"
"Are they all very fierce?"
Faced with the crowd's barrage of questions, the Guide sweetly replied, "I can't confirm the first two questions since I haven't seen those things myself. However, there are many legends surrounding that place. As for the local customs, while they may not be very welcoming to strangers, they are good people, so there's no need to worry."
The vehicle started moving again. Shengmiao Village rarely interacts with the outside world, so the roads are not well-maintained and are quite bumpy. Everyone in the vehicle was feeling a bit crazy from the ride. Fortunately, the driver was going slowly; otherwise, many people would have gotten car sick.
This road sees few travelers, and not every travel agency has the qualifications or courage to enter Shengmiao Village. Many choose to stay in Miao Village for just two days due to cost considerations. It's rare to find a travel agency as honest as this one.
Since the distance was a bit far and considering the condition of the vehicle and everyone's health, they stopped briefly at a relatively flat area.
"Please take a short break. If anyone feels dizzy or nauseous, you can come to me for some motion sickness medication," the Female Guide said while holding a small packet of medicine.
After taking the motion sickness medication, two young men exchanged glances and then said, "The scenery here is really beautiful; can we get down and take some pictures?" (To be continued.)
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