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Zhang Long frowned and said, "Wife, why hasn't anyone from Zhang Niu's family come to report back? I hope nothing has happened. Why don't you go take a look? It would ease our minds."
Zhang's Wife nodded and replied, "I'll go right now. You all should get some sleep; it's getting late."
Zhang Long arranged a guest room for Wei Ning and sat in the living room, watching TV while waiting for news. Not long after, Wei Ning fell asleep but was vaguely aware of the conversation between Zhang Long and his wife outside.
"What's going on? How could this happen?"
"I don't know! Zhang Niu and his wife are terrified. They say a ghost fetus was born. Sigh, why have so many strange things happened to our family lately? Did we offend some deity?"
"Nonsense! We've always been honest and straightforward; how could we have committed any sins? It might just be a stillborn baby. Still, we should hire a master to clear our bad luck."
"Why not call that master? He seems quite capable and should have strong abilities."
"How can we do that? He's not related to us at all. It's already generous of him to help us find Zhang Mao. It feels wrong to trouble him further."
"What's the big deal? We can always pay him more."
"Alright, let's wait until tomorrow. It's late; let's get some sleep."
The night passed without incident.
The next morning, when Wei Ning got up, Zhang Long's wife had already prepared washing water for him. The towels were brand new, making Wei Ning feel quite embarrassed.
After breakfast, Zhang Long and Wei Ning went to the Grave Hill in the neighboring village. However, after searching everywhere, they couldn't find the grave of the Cold Family Girl. Zhang Long couldn't help but feign anger and called again, saying, "Are you messing with me? Where exactly is the Cold Family buried?"
"No, no! Zhang Shu, you need to let me explain!"
"Explain what? Listen, kid, if you still consider me your uncle, you better come over here right now."
"But, Zhang Shu, I'm still at work!"
"Are you coming or not?" Zhang Long's voice on the phone carried a hint of threat.
"Fine, I'll come over, okay? Zhang Shu."
The two waited for half an hour at the grave when a motorcycle sped in. A sturdy young man in his twenties jumped off; he was likely Zhao Shun, one of Zhang Long's son's unruly friends.
After getting off the bike, Zhao Shun hurriedly said, "Zhang Shu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry! There were a lot of things happening at the shop, so I got delayed."
"You just opened a barbershop. Is it really necessary to show off in front of your uncle? Tell me, is that girl from the Leng Family buried here?"
"Right?"
"Is she or isn't she?" Zhang Long snapped angrily.
"Is she?"
"What the hell is going on with you? Just be straightforward."
Zhao Shun knew he couldn't hide it any longer. He sighed and said, "Well, it's kind of complicated. The girl from the Leng Family isn't dead... but she might as well be."
Zhang Long was frustrated by Zhao Shun's vague response and shouted, "So is she dead or not?"
Zhao Shun sighed, "Stage four cancer, gone through chemotherapy several times, and now there isn't a single hair left on my head. What's the difference between this and being dead?"
"That means you're not dead yet. Zhao Shun, what do you really mean? You must know the address of that Cold Family Girl; take me to see her."
"Don't," Zhao Shun quickly waved his hand. "Zhang Shu, I think it's better to forget it."
"What's going on?"
"Sigh, that girl has it pretty bad. She's a really beautiful girl, but she ended up with cancer. After chemotherapy, all her hair fell out, and she's been mentally affected. Now her family only dares to keep her locked up at home; who would dare let her out? We shouldn't go and provoke her further."
"I don't care about that. My Zhang Mao is still missing; I only ask you this: will you take me or not?"
"Yes, yes, yes," Zhao Shun replied hurriedly.
"Good, at least you know what's good for you. Let's go, Mr. Wei. We'll first check on that girl from the Leng Family."
"Mm." Wei Ning seemed lost in thought, responding absentmindedly.
It turned out Wei Ning had been staring at a nearby willow tree. This willow was particularly striking because it was already deep autumn, and all the other trees had withered away; only this willow remained lush and green. Its slender branches swayed gracefully in the wind like the hair of a young girl, creating a beautiful sight.
"What's wrong, Mr. Wei?" Zhang Long nudged Wei Ning.
"This tree has a heavy Evil Energy," Wei Ning suddenly said. "There must be something wrong."
As soon as these words left Wei Ning's mouth, Zhao Shun's expression changed awkwardly. He cleared his throat and said, "How could that be? It's just growing well; all the trees here are like that because of good environmental protection—uh, Zhang Shu, let's hurry and check on the Leng Family's daughter."
Wei Ning glanced at Zhao Shun, who dared not meet his gaze and hurriedly pulled Zhang Shu away. "Wait," Wei Ning raised a hand, stopping the two of them, and walked straight toward the willow tree. Zhao Shun quickly stepped in front of Wei Ning, forcing a smile as he said, "Brother, we should head to the Leng Family soon. We can look at this willow tree later; there’s plenty of time."
Wei Ning shot Zhao Shun a cold glare. A chill ran from Zhao Shun's toes to the top of his head, and a sudden realization struck him: if he tried to stop Wei Ning, Wei Ning might actually kill him.
Wei Ning shoved Zhao Shun aside and plunged his hand into the soil, bringing it to his nose for a sniff. He nodded, saying, "There’s definitely something strange here."
"What’s going on?" Zhang Long leaned in closer.
Wei Ning didn’t respond. He thrust both hands into the earth and forcefully dug, revealing that the soil was surprisingly loose. After several more digs, he unearthed a pit.
A foul stench assaulted their senses.
At that moment, both Zhang Long and Zhao Shun were left stunned: within the pit lay layers upon layers of neatly arranged severed heads!
The bottom ones had already rotted away, reduced to skeletons, while those above seemed to have died not long ago; their faces were beginning to decay, features distorted with countless maggots crawling over their eyes and writhing in their nostrils, creating a sight that was utterly nauseating.
These heads, whether decomposed or fresh, all shared one characteristic: they had no hair.
"What is going on?!" Zhang Long shouted.
Zhao Shun was equally pale with fear!
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