Mainland Martial Arts

Later, Xu Tian, ​​Chen Xiner, and Chen Yu emerged from the no-man's land, faces etched with grief. They brought devastating news: the so-called Divine Mansion was a deadly trap, infested with terrifying half-human, half-beast monsters and enormous creatures, threatening every inch of their being. To ensure the safe escape of his companions, Lin Feng chose to self-destruct, sacrificing his life to pave a path for them. None of the others who had entered survived, and this devastating news was like a bombshell, plunging the entire Moyan Village into endless grief. General Li Hua was heartbroken upon learning of this, and though he resisted, he had no choice but to accept this harsh reality.

At this moment, the sight of Lin Feng, alive and well, sent the villagers' minds into a state of confusion. "This is impossible! Isn't he dead?" the villager's voice rose unconsciously, trembling with fear. He stared at Lin Feng intently, as if he had seen something that shouldn't be there, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

Lin Feng noticed the villagers' strange behavior, but he didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that his embarrassed appearance had frightened them. He nodded slightly as a greeting and prepared to continue walking towards the village.

"Ghost!" The villager suddenly let out a shrill scream, the sound seeming to pierce the sky. The hoe in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, making a harsh sound in the silent environment. He turned and ran desperately towards the village, waving his arms as if to drive away something terrible. His steps were panicked and he almost tripped over the stones on the ground several times.

Lin Feng was startled by the sudden shout. He stopped and looked around in confusion. There was nothing unusual except the trees swaying in the wind and a few wisps of smoke rising in the distance.

He brushed off the dust on his body, adjusted his tattered cloak, and continued walking towards the village. Every step he took raised a small cloud of dust, as if telling of his mysterious experience of returning from the brink of death.

Lin Feng, the man presumed dead six years ago, now slowly walked into the village. His presence was like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves. The moment the villagers saw him, expressions of terror instantly crossed their faces, as if they had witnessed the most terrifying thing in the world.

The elderly people who had been chatting at the village entrance opened their mouths and eyes wide, their pipes dropping to the ground with a thud. They turned and fled in panic. One old man ran so fast he nearly tripped over a rock, stumbling several steps before regaining his balance. The children playing nearby were stunned for a moment, then burst into shrill cries, their short legs desperately moving as they ran towards home, shouting, "There's a monster! Run!"

Lin Feng was filled with confusion. He slowed down his pace and tried to ask the villagers what was going on. But with every step he took, they retreated several steps, their eyes filled with fear and vigilance. Like frightened birds and animals, the villagers scattered, hiding in their houses, slamming doors, and some even peeking cautiously through the cracks, their eyes filled with vigilance.

Back in the village chief's residence, Li Hua sat in a wheelchair, intently studying a sand map spread out on the table. His fingers gently traced the lines, his mind contemplating the future of Moyan Village. He envisioned transforming the entire village into an oasis, where the villagers could live and work peacefully amidst lush greenery. As he thought about it, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a hint of longing.

Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps shattered the silence. A young villager rushed in, panting heavily, his chest heaving violently, sweat dripping from his forehead onto the ground. His hand trembled as he pointed in one direction. He tried to speak, but his breath was so short that he could only utter broken syllables.

Li Hua put down his pen and looked up at him, a hint of doubt in his eyes. He handed him a glass of water and said gently, "Don't be impatient, child. Take your time." His voice was low and steady, trying to calm the other person's panic.

The young villager reached for the water and took a gulp, but in his eagerness, he choked on the water. He coughed violently, his face flushed red, and it took him a while to recover. He drank a few more sips of water and took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing.

Li Hua looked at him and asked again, "What happened? Why are you so flustered?" His tone was full of concern and curiosity.

The young villager swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "Village... Village Chief, the man who died six years ago has turned into a ghost!" His eyes were wide open and the fear on his face was clearly visible, as if the "ghost" was right behind him.

Li Hua's body stiffened suddenly, and he nearly dropped the teacup in his hand. His eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief, and he said excitedly, "You said Lin Feng is back?" His voice trembled slightly with excitement.

The young villager was frightened by Li Hua's reaction. He took a step back and stammered, "Yes... yes, he's in the village. He has been dead for so long, maybe he has become a ghost now. Village chief, let me take you to hide!" He reached out to push Li Hua's wheelchair, his face full of worry.

Li Hua shook his head vigorously and said loudly: "No! Take me to see him!" His eyes flashed with excitement and expectation, as if he saw the long-lost dawn in the darkness.

The young villager widened his eyes and looked at Li Hua in disbelief, his mouth wide open. After a while, he said, "Village chief, he has become a ghost and has come back to harm you!" His voice rose several octaves, and his face was full of anxiety and confusion.

Li Hua frowned and raised his voice and said, "Where did this ghost come from in broad daylight? Push me to see him!" There was an unquestionable firmness in his tone.

The young villager hesitated for a moment, then decided that what Li Hua said made sense. He scratched his head, a conflicted expression on his face, but he eventually walked behind Li Hua and pushed him toward Lin Feng. Along the way, he muttered quietly, "I hope it's not a ghost..." His voice was filled with a hint of trepidation and anxiety.

Lin Feng wandered aimlessly through the village, his steps heavy and slow, each step raising a cloud of dust. His eyes held a deep sense of bewilderment, like a traveler lost in the vast ocean, unable to find his way forward. His clothes were tattered, scuffed by the wind and sand, his hair a tangled mess, his face awash with fatigue and age.