As soon as I put it on, I met a sickly man

The mark of Black Wind Village was like a cold spell that instantly dispelled the joy of victory, and a chill enveloped the entire village.

As night falls, the stars twinkle in the sky, but they cannot dispel the uneasiness that permeates the air.

The villagers stepped up their patrols, the light of torches dancing in the night, illuminating their nervous faces.

Suddenly, a black shadow flashed out from the woods at an astonishing speed, like a ghost.

"Who?!" a villager exclaimed, almost dropping the torch in his hand.

The shadow stopped at the entrance of the village, the moonlight shining on him, revealing a tall, cloaked figure.

His face was hidden by the shadow of his hood, and his features could not be seen clearly. Only his sharp eyes emitted an ominous light.

The villagers retreated in fear, gripping their weapons tightly. The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Ding Chen subconsciously stood in front of Xiaoxuan, staring at the mysterious man with sharp eyes.

His muscles were tense, ready to deal with any emergency at any time.

The mysterious man didn't say anything, just stood there quietly, but he exuded an unsettling aura, like the calm before the storm.

The aura is strange and dangerous, making people shudder.

The villagers retreated involuntarily, fear spreading in their hearts.

Young Master Murong stood in the crowd, his eyes fixed on the mysterious man, a hint of caution flashing in his eyes.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, trying to see through the mysterious man's face hidden under the hood.

The air seemed to be frozen, and the silence was eerie, with only the rustling of leaves in the wind and the crackling of torches as the sound was heard.

The mysterious man slowly raised one hand...

Xiaoxuan took a bold step forward and walked towards the mysterious man.

Her steps were firm and powerful, as if they were breaking through the fear in the air.

The villagers were all surprised when they saw this, and they couldn't believe that this weak woman in front of them had such courage.

Ding Chen's heart tightened, and his worried eyes followed her back, but more of it was trust and pride in her.

He followed subconsciously, one hand gently resting on Xiaoxuan's shoulder, as if silently telling her: "I'm here."

Xiaoxuan stopped and looked back at Ding Chen.

Under the moonlight, her eyes were clear and firm, full of endless trust in Ding Chen.

A warm feeling suddenly surged in Ding Chen's heart. He nodded slightly, motioning her to continue.

At this moment, the tacit understanding between the two seemed to have reached a new height, and everything around them seemed to become unimportant.

Young Master Murong stood in the crowd, the admiration in his eyes becoming more and more obvious.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the interaction between Xiaoxuan and Ding Chen, and couldn't help feeling a little envious.

The deep affection between the village guardian and the folk doctor made him feel both admiration and yearning.

He secretly vowed that in the future he would become Xiaoxuan's solid backing like Ding Chen.

Xiaoxuan took a deep breath and slowly walked towards the mysterious man.

Every movement she made seemed calm and unhurried, as if she had already seen through the dangers of this world.

Seeing this, the mysterious man lowered his head and hands, as if waiting for her to ask questions.

Xiaoxuan stopped and asked in a calm but firm tone, "What brings you here so late at night?"

The mysterious man did not answer immediately, but just stared at Xiaoxuan silently.

Suddenly, he slowly raised his hand and made a move that stunned everyone - he knelt on one knee.

The mysterious man knelt on one knee at an astonishing speed.

He was as frightening as a ghost the moment before, but now he was kneeling respectfully in the dust. This sudden change stunned everyone present.

The torches crackled, illuminating the villagers' astonished faces, as if time had stopped at that moment.

Xiaoxuan herself was also confused. She subconsciously took a step back, her clear eyes full of confusion.

She had never seen this man before, and she didn't understand why he was so polite to her.

Ding Chen was quick to pull Xiaoxuan behind him and hugged her tightly.

His eyes were sharp and filled with undisguised hostility as he stared at the mysterious man kneeling on the ground.

Xiaoxuan leaned in Ding Chen's warm embrace and could feel his strong heartbeat, beating against her eardrums like a drum.

A shy blush crept up her cheeks, adding a subtle ambiguity to the tense atmosphere.

Young Master Murong stood in the crowd, looking at the backs of Ding Chen and Xiaoxuan hugging each other, his brows slightly furrowed.

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The mysterious man slowly stood up, the shadow under the hood still covering his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes.

He said in a low and hoarse voice: "Saint, you are finally back."

"Saint?" Xiaoxuan was even more confused. She had never heard of this title before, and she didn't understand whether she had any connection with a "saint".

"You are related to an ancient prophecy," the mysterious man continued, his voice carrying a hint of urgency, "this prophecy concerns the survival of this village." As soon as he finished speaking, his figure disappeared into the night like a ghost, leaving behind only an unsettling mystery.

Ding Chen tightened his arms around Xiaoxuan. He looked up in the direction where the mysterious man disappeared. Xiaoxuan gently patted his hand, signaling him to rest assured.

She raised her head, her eyes firmly fixed on the night sky, and silently made a decision in her heart...

"I will definitely find the truth."