After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

Everyone stopped at the entrance of the village. Chifeng observed the situation inside and felt that something was wrong. He frowned and began to wonder in his heart. After hesitating for a long time, he decided to run over and discuss it with Murong Ling'er.

Chifeng hurried to the front of the carriage and said softly, "Miss Murong, this village seems a little strange to me. It's a little eerie and strange."

Upon hearing this, Murong Ling'er slightly lifted the carriage curtain, her beautiful eyes wandering as she looked towards the village entrance. After a moment's hesitation, she said, "Let's wait and see."

At this moment, Huo Jianjie came over carrying the unconscious Huo Shuixian.

When Murong Ling'er saw this scene, a complicated look flashed in her eyes. She and Huo Shuixian had always been incompatible, so it was naturally impossible for her to lend a helping hand to her.

Chifeng raised his head again and stared at the white funeral objects on the tree, then looked at the fence blocking the village entrance. His face was solemn and he did not dare to rush in. The white funeral objects swayed in the cold wind, as if telling an unknown sorrow, which made Chifeng feel inexplicably uneasy.

"What do you do?"

He Hong's voice broke the silence. He had already noticed this group of people struggling to move forward in the dark. He thought they were just passing by, but he didn't expect them to be heading towards the village entrance.

He Hong stood by the campfire, frowning and looking wary.

The night was as dark as ink. Through the blazing bonfire, he seemed to vaguely see a man in official uniform. His heart skipped a beat and he shouted hurriedly.

It was the dead of night and the identity of the visitor was unknown, which instantly made him alert.

Upon hearing this, Baozi took a step forward and responded loudly, "We are escorting a fugitive through here. It's snowing heavily outside, making it difficult to move forward. Can we stay overnight?"

Baozi's voice sounded a little anxious in the howling cold wind. As he spoke, he stomped his feet which were numb from the cold.

"Borrowing?"

When He Hong heard this, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the uneasy village behind him, and wanted to refuse.

There have been a lot of troubles in the village recently, so it’s better to have less trouble than more.

However, before he could open his mouth, Chifeng said, "The snow is really heavy. There's no sign of human life for miles around. If we were to camp out in the wilderness, we'd probably freeze to death! Big Brother, please be kind. We'll only stay here for one night and leave at daybreak. We won't cause any trouble for you."

Chifeng's voice was sincere and urgent, and his eyes were fixed on He Hong, hoping to see a glimmer of hope in his expression.

He Hong hesitated for a moment, weighing the pros and cons in his mind.

In this icy and snowy weather, he would not be able to bear the consequences if he really refused to let people in and someone died, but the situation in the village made him feel uneasy.

Just when he was in a dilemma, an old man from the village came over and whispered something in He Hong's ear.

He Hong's expression changed, and he finally sighed and said, "Forget it, you can come in! But you must abide by the rules of the village and don't cause any trouble."

Upon hearing this, Chifeng and others were overjoyed, thanked him repeatedly, and followed He Hong into the village.

The group filed in one after another in an orderly manner, slowly stepping into this mysterious hunter village shrouded in white funeral banners and sad mourning music.

At this moment, everyone's heart was filled with anxiety and curiosity, not knowing what kind of night full of unknowns and variables would be waiting for them in this village that seemed peaceful but exuded a weird atmosphere.

Will you be able to get a moment of peace and warmth, or will you fall into unexpected troubles and crises?

No one knew what was going on, so they could only move forward step by step, observing everything around them carefully with a nervous mood.

At this moment, Murong Ling'er looked at the backs of the man and his men as they led everyone into the village. A hint of deep thought flashed in her eyes. Her eyes were as deep as a pool, as if hiding endless secrets and thoughts.

The swaying white funeral banners danced in the wind, like pale arms stretched out by a ghost hidden in the darkness. The mournful melody floated in the air, like an invisible thread, tugging at the sensitive nerves deep in Murong Linger's heart.

She knew very well that this seemingly ordinary hunter village was not as simple as it seemed. The instantly changing expression on the man's face and the old man's whisper in his ear seemed to be the key clues to unlocking the mystery, yet they were elusive.

Murong Ling'er narrowed her eyes slightly, trying to grasp a clear thread through the hazy mist. Was the village hiding a hidden secret? Or was an unknown danger about to creep in? She bit her lip, her thoughts a tangled mess.

After everyone entered the village, the scene before them became increasingly bizarre.

I saw that about a dozen families were holding funerals, white funeral banners were rustling in the cold wind, and paper money was flying all over the sky.

There was another family that had just started a funeral, and the mourning hall had not yet been fully decorated, but the sad cries had already echoed throughout the village.

The woman who had just finished a funeral collapsed on the ground, slapping the ground with her hands and shouting at the top of her lungs: "Son! Come back soon! Mother can't live without you!" The miserable voice seemed particularly creepy in the silent night.

Murong Ling'er's doubts grew stronger and stronger. She really couldn't understand why anyone would call the dead back like this. Aren't they afraid of really attracting ghosts?

She unconsciously pulled her cloak closer, her beautiful eyes full of vigilance as she carefully observed everything around her.

Chifeng also felt that this matter was unusual. He walked over to Murong Ling'er and said in a low voice, "Miss Murong, this village is really too strange. We must proceed with caution."

Murong Ling'er nodded slightly, but her eyes never left the families holding funerals.

At this moment, Baozi came over, his face filled with panic: "What the hell is going on? Why are so many families holding funerals at the same time? Has this village been struck by some kind of disaster?"

Huo Jianjie carried the still unconscious Huo Shuixian on his back and said solemnly, "No matter what, we need to find a place to put Shuixian first."

Murong Chen snuggled up to his mother, Murong Ling'er, his small body trembling uncontrollably. Murong Ling'er gently patted his back and soothed him, "Don't be afraid, Chen'er. Mother is here."

Huo Zihao held Deng Lihua's hand tightly. Although he tried to appear calm, the cold sweat on his palms revealed his inner fear.

The convicts were also frightened by the terrifying atmosphere. Their faces turned pale, and they whispered to each other, their eyes filled with fear and anxiety.

Led by Stanley Ho, everyone came to a relatively spacious house.

The room was simple but clean, but the atmosphere was still depressing.

Murong Ling'er sat in the corner, frowning, thinking about the connection between this series of strange events.

Outside the house, the woman's cries continued, accompanied by the howling wind, which was creepy.