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“Wow, wow, wow~~~”
At first, the Scarecrow surrounded by flames remained still, but later it began to shake slowly and then started to emit sounds. As the sounds grew louder, they resembled a baby’s wailing.
The cries were quite tragic, each one seemingly pleading for mercy. Anyone with a weak heart would surely be shaken at this moment, but the Ancient Sorcerer remained unfazed, continuing to twirl the torch in his hand around the Scarecrow hanging from the branches.
The cries were not an illusion; they were indeed coming from the Scarecrow. However, these cries were a form of attack, a tactic employed by the wizard who set all this up. If he showed even a hint of compassion or paused his actions, he would fall into the trap laid out by the enemy. Not only would he fail to save the people of Dashi Village, but he might also end up ensnared himself—his soul taken by sorcery, becoming a wooden figure.
The Ancient Sorcerer was unmoved, but that did not mean others could remain calm.
The mountain village was extremely quiet in the deep of night. As soon as this sound emerged, it quickly spread far and wide.
“What... what is that sound? Is a child crying?”
Zheng Ying’s face changed. Such a sound might not have been alarming during the day, but now it was deep night in a small mountain village—this sound felt like a special effect from a horror movie, sending chills down one’s spine.
Almost instinctively, Zheng Ying turned to look around and noticed a patch of trees not far away, appearing dark under the night sky. Unconsciously, she took a small step back to get closer to Fang Daoming and the others.
Zheng Ying’s small movement did not escape notice; Fang Miao shook his head in disapproval. It was undeniable that the sound resembling a baby’s cry was indeed terrifying, but he was not the only man present. Was it really necessary to react this way?
“Truly useless!”
The thought flashed through Fang Miao’s mind before being quickly replaced by intense curiosity. Looking ahead into the pitch blackness, she knew that beyond lay the Small Grove where the Scarecrow hung outside Dashi Village. She also knew that at this moment, the Ancient Sorcerer must be there too, yet she could not see him; all she could hear was the piercing cries.
“What is happening over there? What’s going on?”
Fang Miao began to stir, wanting to rush forward, but was immediately held back by Fang Daoming.
"What do you want to do!?"
Fang Miao turned around and shouted, "I want to see what is happening!"
"Hmph! The Ancient Sorcerer said that no one can go over there! Have you forgotten?"
Fang Daoming also wanted to know what was happening, but he wouldn't let Fang Miao go. He wasn't a fool; on the contrary, he was someone who had survived the battlefield. It was clear that something very special was happening where the Ancient Sorcerer was, and such matters were not something ordinary people could interfere with. Going over there now could not only fail to help the Ancient Sorcerer but might also put him in unnecessary trouble.
"But..."
"There are no buts! The Ancient Sorcerer told us to wait here, so we will wait here!"
Fang Daoming forcefully interrupted Fang Miao, not allowing her to continue speaking.
"Don't go over there!"
At this moment, Du Quan also stepped forward and blocked Fang Miao's path.
Fang Miao paused for a moment and finally nodded. She understood that perhaps her grandfather was just stopping her out of concern. But since Du Quan thought so too, then she really shouldn't go. After all, Du Quan was the only expert in this matter present; his opinion was the most authoritative.
"What happened?"
At this moment, it was clear that perhaps only Du Quan knew what was happening, so he approached.
"Ah, Mr. Luo is breaking the curse of Dashi Village. That sound was made when the opposing side's witchcraft resisted."
Du Quan held Ruan Liren in high regard, not only because of his status but mainly due to the countless lives he saved during that extraordinary event a few years ago. This was something worthy of everyone's respect, even though they were not in the same profession: one was a sorcerer and the other a Western doctor, but they shared the same goal of saving lives.
"Really? Is there such a thing?"
Ruan Liren was taken aback. He dealt with the dead all day and had heard many things, including witchcraft, which had been mentioned by the Ancient Sorcerer before. However, he found it hard to believe.
"Yes, indeed."
"I'll go take a look!"
After saying this, Ruan Liren rushed forward. Witchcraft had always been an incredibly mysterious thing, and at that moment, he had completely forgotten his fear; all he could think about was going to see what witchcraft truly was.
"Don't go over there."
Originally blocking Fang Miao's path, Du Quan immediately stopped Ruan Liren when he saw him wanting to take a look.
"I just want to take a quick look."
Du Quan slowly shook his head and said, "The Ancient Sorcerer has forbidden us from going over there, so we absolutely cannot go."
Setting aside any potential dangers and complications from the past, Du Quan understood more about the sorcerer's taboos—specifically, that no one should watch while casting spells. Therefore, it was impossible for him to let Ruan Liren go over at this moment.
"Hmph! It's just a quick look, right? Even if something happens, the Ancient Sorcerer won't be responsible. Besides, my feet are on my own body; I can go wherever I want!"
Zheng Ying was initially very scared, but upon seeing Fang Miao show such concern for the Ancient Sorcerer and realizing that Ruan Liren was also stopped from going to take a look, she found an unexpected surge of courage. She shouted loudly and strode toward the source of the sound.
"Stop!"
A sharp shout echoed in the darkness as a figure suddenly emerged from nowhere, blocking Zheng Ying's path.
"What... do you want to do?"
Zheng Ying abruptly halted. The person blocking her was perhaps just over 1.7 meters tall, dressed in black clothing with dark patches painted on their face. In the night, unless one paid special attention or the person was lurking in the shadows, they would likely be overlooked.
What chilled Zheng Ying even more was that this person was holding a submachine gun, its dark muzzle pointed directly at her!
Zheng Ying's body began to tremble. She didn't know if she continued forward whether the person would open fire—getting shot would be painful enough, even if it didn't kill her. These soldiers could be unreasonable when they went mad.
"Let him go; does he dare to go?"
At that moment, Fang Miao stepped forward, waved her hand to signal the soldier to step aside, and then coldly stared at Zheng Ying. She didn't believe that Zheng Ying truly had the guts to go see what was happening.
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