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Cui Ming lives in Little Yellow Village. At the time of the tragedy, his father happened to be in the medical clinic in Dahuang Village, and fortunately, he escaped unharmed. A group of us went to visit Cui Ming's father. Cui Ming looks very much like his father and shares his personality; he appears honest and simple. It is hard to understand why such a disaster would befall them in this place known for its straightforward customs.
"Village Chief, weren't there many police officers here before us? Why haven't we seen any of them?" Xiao Xiao voiced the question that was on everyone's mind.
The kerosene lamp emitted a soft glow, flickering gently, and the room remained dim. The village chief sighed, his swollen eyes and drooping eyelids made his wrinkled face look even more weary and lonely. "Many came, but after they entered the woods, they haven't returned."
The old man's eyes reflected exhaustion, despair, pain, and struggle as he murmured, "The remaining people left this morning."
"Left?" Xiao Xiao frowned. "Did they find anything? How could they just leave like this?"
The old man shook his head, his expression filled with more pain. "They said they couldn't solve it and advised us to evacuate, but this is our home; how can we just leave?"
"Village Chief, someone has come out!" A young man rushed in, dropped that line, and ran back out.
Upon hearing this, the village chief quickly stood up from his chair and leaned on his cane as he headed outside. We exchanged glances and followed him.
The village was in chaos, voices overlapping in confusion. Among the noise, one voice stood out clearly: "Ah... a ghost! There’s a ghost!" A man in police uniform was being restrained by villagers while he struggled frantically and shouted about ghosts, clearly terrified.
By the time we arrived, the man was surrounded. Through the gaps in the crowd, I could see him rolling on the ground with his head clutched in his arms. His cries grew weaker until he finally stopped struggling.
When the village chief arrived, the crowd parted, allowing me to see the man on the ground clearly. His face was pale, his eyes sunken and filled with despair! He died in an exceptionally tragic manner; especially those two eyes—wide open at death—filled with despair! Unwillingness! Fear! And resentment! Just one glance sent chills down my spine.
I looked coldly at the corpse on the ground; although I sighed, I felt no fear. It seemed like just a piece of wood lay there; I had lost count of how many similar corpses I had seen before. This one clearly did not evoke fear within me. Finally reaching this point where I could face such a gruesome sight calmly—it turned out my heart wasn't as happy as I had imagined.
It wasn't until a gentle figure collapsed into my arms that I snapped back to reality. Looking down at the black-haired head resting against my chin, I sighed softly and comforted Rophie, who dared not look directly at it.
We didn't linger long; everyone in the village was kind-hearted. Although we didn't stay together, each of us found a place to rest. Since the village chief lived alone, Lime, Xianxian, and I stayed at his house under the pretense of strengthening our bonds. However, as we parted ways, I noticed some members of Fairy Team casting strange glances at us.
The house was simple; the bed wasn't large but fortunately enough for the three of us since none of us were particularly big.
"Xia Yuxian, what exactly are you all doing here?" I couldn't sleep with my eyes wide open.
Xianxian paused for a moment, perhaps surprised that I called him by name. After a while, he replied, "What are we doing? Naturally looking for something."
"What are you looking for?" I asked persistently.
"Who knows? They called us up, so we naturally came," Xianxian replied calmly. The moonlight spilled into the room, leaving patches of light and shadow. I wanted to ask if he faced any punishment from the organization after returning, but the words stuck in my throat.
We belonged to opposing sides. Throughout our journey, although Xianxian had said little and acted as usual, I still sensed something different. Someone was clearly monitoring Xianxian's every move, and he had noticeably restrained himself. It seemed that he was no longer trusted by their organization.
After a long silence, the atmosphere in the room felt oppressive. We each had our own thoughts, staring at the ceiling as a chill swept over me, making my heart and body feel cold.
I heard a sigh from Xianxian, who smiled bitterly. "I must have owed you all in my past life, so now it's time to repay!"
I couldn't help but twitch at the corner of my eye and remained silent, waiting for him to continue. As expected, Xianxian spoke again: "They assigned me a task that is practically impossible to complete!"
"What will happen if you can't find the important item?" I couldn't help but ask.
"What will happen? Heh," Xianxian seemed to find something amusing and chuckled softly before saying two words: "I'll die!"
I was taken aback, though I had already guessed it!
"They sent me here mainly to test my loyalty. I think you all have probably figured it out too. I told them I was deliberately getting close to you to extract more information."
"What did you disclose?" I inquired.
Xianxian didn't answer directly but instead said two words: "Guess?"
"I guess you didn't say anything at all," I replied in agreement.
"Heh, I didn't expect you, Little Phoenix, to trust me so much." Xianxian neither confirmed nor denied it. As for the outcome, I believed in him!
The allure of The Dead was undoubtedly second only to immortality. If Xianxian had revealed anything, we wouldn't be able to lie here peacefully right now. If it got out, I knew we would face endless pursuits and thefts!
The Soul-Collecting Ghost Ring! Heavenly Storage! The Dead was a game-changer! A super cheat device!
With The Dead, there would be no need to worry about freezing or starving at any time! For Tomb Raiders and even ordinary people, The Dead was an existence that defied the heavens!
"Are you saying that if you can't find something satisfactory for them this time, you'll be killed?" Still staring at the ceiling, there was a murderous intent in the tone that even I hadn't anticipated!
"Yes," Xianxian admitted without hesitation.
My eyes narrowed; the thick killing intent made me feel uncomfortable under someone's gaze! I would never reveal my secrets to others! Likewise, I wouldn't allow my brother to be threatened and killed!
One day, I would make those who exploit and manipulate us regret their actions!
"Let's secretly form a power among the three of us! A force so strong that no one would dare to target us!" My heart surged with ambition; since there was no way out, it was time to fight back!
We have The Dead! We have money! We have strength! I refuse to believe we can't establish a force!
From the very beginning, I had been preparing to quietly search for clues, but unfortunately, many people wouldn't give us a chance! A cornered dog will jump over the wall; I don't want to be a rat in the street, constantly falling into others' traps or being killed at any moment. I don't want to live in fear with every step I take!
Once we have our own power, Xianxian can break free from that organization, and we will have enough strength and influence to confront the enemies lurking in the shadows!
Honestly, I didn't want to retaliate; I really didn't want to use that move, but you forced me!!
Thinking of the message Zhi sent me, I couldn't help but curl my lips into a smile. I knew my current smile must look chilling, but there was nothing I could do.
The Spirit Control Technique can be implemented now!
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