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The sky today was bright and sunny, a stark contrast to the gloom and heaviness of yesterday. The air felt refreshing as I stood outside, taking deep breaths.
After a night of rest, my external wounds had healed significantly. Aside from my arm, which still needed time, I was able to get out of bed and move around normally.
Last night, all the villagers were thoroughly frightened. Each of them had seen their ancestors or long-deceased parents causing a ruckus in their homes, only to vanish mysteriously afterward.
Despite their terror, the villagers remained holed up in their houses, hiding under their blankets and too scared to venture outside.
When dawn broke, I stepped out with my father to check on the villagers and see if anyone had been harmed.
Fortunately, although the night had been difficult, no one had suffered any mishaps. It was only when my father and I knocked on doors that they dared to peek out from their beds and finally get up.
Their faces were still marked by fear, but when I explained the situation and assured them that the trouble had been resolved, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, it was clear that the events of last night still haunted them.
My father and I didn’t say much; after informing a few families about what had happened, we returned home and suggested they spread the word to the other villagers.
To my surprise, shortly after we got home, all the villagers gathered together and came to our house in a flurry to express their gratitude once they learned the whole story.
I was at a loss for words and quickly pointed out Mao Guoxue and Mao Shiba, telling the villagers that they were the ones who had resolved the issue.
Upon hearing this, the villagers expressed their gratitude towards Mao Guoxue and Mao Shiba once again.
After quite some time of commotion, they finally took their leave.
I still had some matters to attend to, so after the villagers left, I approached Mao Guoxue and called out, "Second Uncle, can you help me with something?"
Mao Guoxue asked, "What is it?"
I looked at him and said, "Mu Yan."
"Oh, I understand," Mao Guoxue nodded. "You wait a moment and have someone bring her body out. I'll prepare, and we can perform the ritual around noon."
"Okay." I nodded in agreement and then informed my dad.
Due to Yang Yi's influence, Mu Yan's spirit had been expelled from her body. At that moment, her body was laid out in the room while her spirit was sealed inside a bottle.
Since Mao Guoxue was here, I sought his help; otherwise, I couldn't just leave it unattended.
This task was quite simple for Mao Guoxue. When noon arrived, my dad and Mao Shiba carried Mu Yan's body out. Mao Guoxue had already made thorough preparations and had taken a cleansing bath before starting the ritual.
The process was almost identical to Zhou Zhen's last time. After he instructed me to release Mu Yan's spirit from the bottle, it instantly entered her body. Before long, Mu Yan awakened.
Everyone stood quietly in the courtyard, watching this scene unfold. Liu Man was left speechless, her mouth agape.
Only Xiao Juan glanced at Mu Yan upon her awakening, snorted softly, and then lowered her head again in silence.
I paid no mind to that and hurried over to support Mu Yan as she regained consciousness. Feeling somewhat guilty, I said, "Mu Yan, you're awake."
Mu Yan nodded, scanning the crowd without speaking. However, when her gaze landed on Xiao Juan, she seemed to pause for a moment and frowned slightly.
Following her line of sight, I looked over but said nothing. I quickly helped her up and asked, "How do you feel now?"
She shook her head and said, "I'm fine now."
As she spoke, her gaze shifted towards Xiao Juan, seemingly puzzled as she remarked, "Didn’t she leave last time? How could she be here?"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Juan immediately lifted her head and locked eyes with Mu Yan.
Xiao Juan and Mu Yan had never gotten along, and seeing Xiao Juan's gaze directed at her, I quickly interjected, "They are here to help."
Mu Yan nodded in agreement and refrained from saying more.
Ming Yue arrived in the afternoon just before dusk, followed by a large crowd gathered at my doorstep. A rough estimate suggested there were several hundred people.
The sight left me somewhat astonished, and I turned to Ming Yue in disbelief, asking, "Did you bring all these people?"
Ming Yue nodded nonchalantly and replied, "I told you I would need a day; now I've kept my promise. Of course, I couldn't come alone."
I frowned slightly and asked, "So who are they?"
"Unloading Gate members," Ming Yue answered calmly.
"Unloading Gate?"
Her words took me by surprise, and I stared at her in disbelief. "Are you saying they are all like you—Unloading Gate warriors?"
"That's right," Ming Yue confirmed with a serene nod.
At that moment, Mao Guoxue stood at the door, scanning the hundreds of figures outside. He couldn't help but exclaim, "Tomb Robbers have their charms, the Faqiu have their seals, Moving Mountains have their techniques, and Unloading Gate has their armor. This Jia Ling truly lives up to its reputation."
“Second Uncle, what do you really mean by that?” This was not the first time I had heard this question, and I turned to Mao Guoxue with a puzzled expression.
Mao Guoxue finally explained, “The Unloading Gate is not just about Tomb Raiding. In ancient times, when there were no tombs to plunder, the people of the Unloading Gate would gather in the mountains and forests, passing down the legacy of Jia Ling to engage in Greenwood activities.”
He emphasized, “What we call Greenwood actually refers to bandits.”
“So these people in front of us…” I said, feeling speechless. “Are they from the Unloading Gate or are they bandits?”
“They are both,” Mao Guoxue replied calmly. “They are people of the Unloading Gate and also bandits.”
“Alright then.” I felt at a loss for words and turned my gaze to Mingyue, frowning as I asked, “Mingyue, what exactly are you planning by bringing so many people here?”
“Yang Yi.” Mingyue said indifferently. “I told you I wouldn’t let him go this time.”
“You’re using them against Yang Yi?” I was taken aback.
The reason the people of the Unloading Gate were called the Unloading Gate Warriors was that they possessed immense strength, far beyond that of ordinary people. If they were all like that…
I could already imagine what it would be like when so many surrounded Yang Yi.
Even if Yang Yi was formidable, he would likely find himself with no way out.
Liu Man opened her small mouth, looking at the indifferent Mingyue, and couldn't help but gasp, "You, you all better not mess around. Killing is against the law."
Mingyue's gaze turned cold as he glanced at Liu Man. Noticing her police uniform, he slightly furrowed his brow but chose to ignore her, instead speaking to those from the Unloading Gate.
Immediately after, they all rose in a grand procession and left.
But I knew that their departure was not an exit; they were going to find Yang Yi.
Mao Guoxue's expression was complicated as he sighed and leisurely turned to walk into the house.
Grandma Jiang did the same, watching the retreating figures and shaking her head as she muttered, "Yang Yi, you brat, we are all part of the Taoist Nine Meridians, yet now you’ve brought this trouble upon yourself. You can’t blame others."
After a pause, she added, "Unloading Gate, you can't afford to offend them."
Turning away, she said no more and walked into the house as well.
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