Demon-killing Enlightenment

"Your name is Mu Yang?" Yang Jiaoniang asked calmly behind Mu Yang.

Mu Yang heard someone asking a question and turned around to look at who was coming.

With the help of candlelight, Mu Yang could clearly see Yang Jiaoniang looking at him. Her eyes were calm, as if she had recovered from the shock just now.

"I'm Mu Yang." Mu Yang stood up and bowed and replied.

"Well, he's a serious boy. My efforts have not been wasted." Yang Jiaoniang was very pleased with Mu Yang's gift, and she unknowingly liked Mu Yang.

Mu Yang was naturally grateful to Yang Jiao's family. He had been under the care of this family since he woke up, whether it was what he heard about before or what he experienced personally now.

"Excuse me, where is this and why am I here?" Mu Yang finally asked the question that had been in his mind for a long time.

Yang Jiaoniang was not surprised to hear Mu Yang's question. She took a stool and sat next to Mu Yang, motioning Mu Yang and Yang Jiao to sit down as well.

"This is Yangcheng. As for why you are in Yangcheng, I don't know. You suddenly appeared three years ago. I remember it was at night and the patriarch brought you to my house." Yang Jiaonian said.

Mu Yang nodded and searched his mind for the missing memory again, but found nothing.

"Why are you suddenly not stupid anymore?" Yang Jiaonian asked curiously.

"I was knocked unconscious, and when I woke up I knew who I was." Mu Yang simplified his complicated process of waking up.

"Yeah, that's how it is. I remember you were in a coma when you came three years ago. You were unconscious for half a month, and when you woke up you ran away and slept in the City God Temple and didn't go anywhere." Yang Jiaoniang said as she recalled.

"Except for knowing your own name, you don't know anything else?" Yang Jiaonian asked.

"Yeah," Mu Yang replied with a little sadness.

"Oh, you little fool, you're so pitiful." Yang Jiaoniang sighed.

"Mom, do you think the clan leader knows something? It was he who brought Mu Yang here three years ago." Yang Jiao said.

When Mu Yang heard that Yang Jiao wanted to help him meet the clan leader, he also looked at Yang Jiao's mother.

"Well, the patriarch may know, but it's a little too late tonight. You should take the little fool to rest first." Yang Jiaonian said.

"Okay, mother."

Yang Jiao brought Mu Yang to another room.

Although he was supposed to rest, Mu Yang had a severe headache. He was not sleepy at all and seemed to be thinking about something.

Yang Jiao asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Why was your mother so nervous when you and I walked in just now?" Mu Yang asked puzzledly.

"It seems that you really only remember your own name. You don't even know such basic things." Yang Jiao teased Mu Yang after hearing such a childish question.

Hmm? Mu Yang was a little confused. Is there something wrong with this question?

"For people in the entire Nanli Dynasty, and even in a larger area, the most important thing after sunset is to avoid being killed by wandering ghosts, or to kill the wandering ghosts themselves." Yang Jiao explained seriously.

"Wandering ghost?" Mu Yang was very surprised

Yang Jiao was not surprised to see Mu Yang's surprise, and continued: "There are also wandering ghosts in Yangcheng every night, so mother is very nervous."

"So what's going on tonight?" Mu Yang thought of what Yang Jiaoniang said when she came back that tonight was too quiet.

"I don't know either. I always feel something is different." Yang Jiao began to worry.

After Yang Jiao left, Mu Yang lay on the bed with complicated thoughts, unable to figure anything out, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Some subtle changes were quietly happening to him during his sleep.

The next day.

Mu Yang started taking a shower early in the morning.

He scrubbed his body vigorously, determined to wash away all the dirt of the past three years.

As the body gradually became clean, Mu Yang's skin was revealed, and most of the skin on his body was good and fair.

There was a bruise on his left calf, probably caused by falling from the platform of the City God Temple.

Another thing is my left arm. The difference between my upper arm and forearm is too obvious. My forearm is too thin. It is also much thinner than my right arm. The skin on my left forearm is also very dry, like the forearm of an elderly person in his 70s or 80s.

Mu Yang raised his left arm and looked at it over and over for a long time, but could not see anything strange. It was as if this arm had been like this since he was born.

If I don’t understand, I will stop reading. I will take a comfortable shower, get dressed and go to see Yang Jiao.

When Mu Yang walked out the door, the first person he met was Yang's mother.

"Um, you..." Mu Yang wanted to ask Yang's mother about the clan leader, but suddenly found that he didn't know how to address Yang's mother.

"My last name is Liu. If you follow Yang Jiao, you will know whether the clan leader has returned or not." Yang's mother had already guessed Mu Yang's thoughts.

"Okay, Aunt Liu." Mu Yang said a little disappointed.

Yang Jiao ran over and stuffed a piece of dried meat into Mu Yang's hand and said, "Let's go. It's almost too late. Eat while walking."

Mu Yang thought that Yang Jiao would take him out, but unexpectedly, she pulled him back into the house.

"What are you doing back inside?" Mu Yang asked puzzledly.

"We're not going back to the house, we're going to the clan altar," Yang Jiao explained while pulling Mu Yang away.

After they walked a few steps, Yang Jiao turned around and walked to the entrance of an underground passage.

When Mu Yang got here, he understood that the clan altar that Yang Jiao mentioned was also underground, just like the inner room in his house was underground.

Yang Jiao walked very fast and did not use a candle to light the way this time, as if she was very familiar with this road.

After walking for a long time and turning several corners, Mu Yang saw a light, which was getting brighter and brighter.

After turning a corner, the view suddenly opened up to an altar of several hundred square meters, brightly lit with flames.

More than a dozen men and women of the same age as Yang Jiao were standing beside a middle-aged man, seemingly talking about something.

"Teacher Yang, I'm here. This is Mu Yang." Yang Jiao was very happy to see the middle-aged man.

"Well, Xiaojiao is here, this is Mu Yang?" The middle-aged man greeted Yang Jiao and looked at Mu Yang.

"Mu Yang, this is Teacher Yang Jin. He is the one who teaches us training. Teacher Yang is very powerful. He is a master in the Qi realm." Yang Jiao took the initiative to introduce.

Mu Yang bowed to Yang Jin and said, "Hello, Teacher Yang. I am Mu Yang."

"Hello, Mu Yang. I heard from Sister Liu that it's a good thing that you're awake. I heard that you were injured. Are you okay?" Yang Jin asked Mu Yang happily.

"Oh, Teacher Yang, he's fine. My mother said it's normal for boys to have bumps and bruises, and it shouldn't affect their training." Yang Jiao answered without waiting for Mu Yang to reply.

Mu Yang thought this was not right. Wasn't it Yang Jiao who couldn't delay the training? What did she mean by this?

"Yang Jiao, you said that we can't delay training. Are you talking about me?" Mu Yang asked puzzledly.

"Yes, all children in Yangcheng have to participate in training when they reach age, and you are no exception." Yang Jiao said as a matter of course.