Oh my god! I've become the vicious female supporting character's brother.

"Where are you from, sir?"

An old and hoarse voice sounded behind him, and Yu Xiangwan turned around when he heard it.

He was a man in his sixties or seventies, with white hair and deep wrinkles on his face, leaning on a black cane.

"I lost contact with my friend and stumbled into this place by mistake. As it was getting dark, I saw that there were people here, so I had the audacity to come and disturb you."

The old man frowned when he heard this, and his eyes, which had become cloudy due to the ravages of time, looked Yu Xiangwan up and down carefully.

This young man doesn't look like a bad person.

However, no outsiders have set foot in Yunluo Village for hundreds of years. It is not known whether it is a blessing or a curse that an outsider accidentally entered today.

"I am the chief of this village. Please follow me."

The old village chief sighed and led the way tremblingly.

Yu Xiangwan knew from the attitude of the village chief that this village should be a secluded place. Now that he suddenly set foot here, it would probably cause panic. No wonder people he met on the road were not friendly to him.

So he stopped asking and just followed the village chief quietly.

The white snow fell, and the old village chief brought Yu Xiangwan to an idle wooden house halfway up the mountain.

The old village chief looked at Yu Xiangwan gravely, staring into his eyes and said,

"You will stay here today. Don't wander around. You can leave on your own tomorrow."

After a pause, he said in a deep voice,

"Remember not to mention the existence of my village to others."

Upon hearing this, Yu Xiangwan nodded to the old village chief and agreed.

"Don't worry, village chief."

Seeing that he agreed so readily, the old village chief looked at him deeply and went down the mountain.

Yu Xiangwan pushed open the door of the wooden house, closed the oil-paper umbrella, shook off the fallen snow on the umbrella, placed the umbrella in the storage area at the door, and then went into the house.

The house is spacious, a three-room wooden house with a living room in the middle, bedrooms on both sides, and a bathroom outside.

Except for the wooden houses at the foot of the mountain that are scattered and live side by side, the wooden houses in the mountains are all embedded in the mountain wall. The six sides of the wooden houses are up, down, left, right, front and back, and only the back is connected to the mountain wall. The rest are suspended in the air without any other support.

Yu Xiangwan performed a cleaning spell and looked around from the bedroom window. There were hundreds of wooden houses like this one, with no pattern at all. There was only a suspended stone mountain road connecting the wooden houses, like a thread connecting them together. It was messy yet orderly, which had a unique flavor.

It's like a paradise.

I don’t know which dynasty and generation the people living here belong to. Looking at this village, Yu Xiangwan feels that it is beautiful, but just looking at it makes him feel that it is in danger.

On his way here today, he met many people, but he didn't sense any spiritual fluctuations from them. Judging from their faces, they all looked like ordinary people.

How do ordinary people build suspended wooden houses? And those suspended stone stairs...

If you were just a mortal, this suspended wooden house and suspended stone stairs would be very dangerous and you could easily fall to your death if you are not careful.

Yu Xiangwan was still sitting by the wooden window, his chin supported by his white hands, watching the lights of thousands of houses near and far gradually light up one by one, like a fairy tale world, beautiful and dreamy.

There were children playing in the wooden house and adults were preparing meals.

Occasionally, three or two people passed by on the suspended stone steps.

He walked quite steadily.

Yu Xiangwan thought.

But this place is really beautiful. It is a happy thing to be able to see such beautiful scenery every day.

Yu Xiangwan carefully observed the wooden house again and found that everything inside was complete, which meant that someone must have lived here before.

It looks like a family of three. Yu Xiangwan looked towards the corner of the wooden house, where a few small stones were placed abruptly. If you don't pay attention, it is easy to overlook them.

I am not the kind of person who would easily ignore things, and the fact that there are small stones placed in this cabin seems very incongruous.

Yu Xiangwan looked at other rooms again. There were such small stones in every corner. When he reached out to touch them, it seemed as if something was blocking them.

There is an anti-touch formation, and the stones are only the size of a thumb but seem to weigh a thousand pounds.

The small stones in each room are of different sizes and shapes, and appear to be placed in a disorderly manner, but when connected together they form a wonderful formation.

Yu Xiangwan carefully observed the suspended stone steps again. As expected, there was sand and gravel on them that was easily overlooked. The stone steps were protected by a fence like an invisible fence.

It seems that this is the peculiarity of the suspended wooden house and the suspended stone steps. They are actually maintained by the formation.

I have to say, it’s a really fantastic idea.

However, I always feel like I've overlooked something...

There was a noise coming from the distance. Yu Xiangwan looked up and saw a group of children playing.

Even though he was a cultivator with sharp eyes and ears, he was unable to concentrate his spiritual power to investigate.

It seems that this formation not only maintains the wooden house, but also provides slight sound insulation.

If he were not a monk, he might not be able to hear the sounds from the outside world.

Yu Xiangwan sat for a while and then went to bed to rest.

In the middle of the night, Yu Xiangwan was awakened by a rustling sound. Yu Xiangwan went to the wooden window, looked down, and saw the children still playing at the foot of the mountain.

He frowned slightly. Why aren't you sleeping so late?

Yu Xiangwan set up a soundproof barrier and continued to sleep.

After all, the adults there don't care, he is just a stranger staying here temporarily, so it's not advisable to cause trouble.

next day

In the dim morning light, the cold air blew in when I opened the wooden windows. A thick layer of snow had fallen on the roofs of every house, and the stone steps and mountains were all covered with snow.

The emerald green leaves and fiery red maples are all covered with a thick layer of transparent frost and snow.

Like amber, it forms rime trees that are either emerald green or fiery red, covering the entire mountain and field. Looking up, it feels like you have strayed into a fairyland.

Yu Xiangwan opened the door of the wooden house and found the old village chief already waiting at the door. It seemed that he would not feel at ease until he saw him off personally.

It started snowing again.

Yu Xiangwan held an oil-paper umbrella and followed the old village chief. The two of them walked quietly, one in front and the other behind. Apart from the sound of falling snow and the squeaking sound of the snow on the ground under their feet, no one spoke.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, Yu Xiangwan heard the noise again.

Without the wooden house's isolation formation, he could hear clearly this time, only insults and the sounds of punches and kicks.

Yu Xiangwan didn't want to meddle in other people's affairs, but in the end he couldn't bear it.

Walking over slowly, I saw a group of children surrounding a dirty little beggar, blocking him in the corner and beating him up.

These are obviously not the same group of children from yesterday.

"What are you doing?!"

Yu Xiangwan couldn't bear to see this bullying scene, and his voice unconsciously became sharp and cold, which made people scared.

The children stopped what they were doing and looked at Yu Xiangwan.

"We are fighting evil! Why do you care about us?"

The person who spoke was a dark and strong ten-year-old boy, and his fierce expression made him look particularly unpleasant.

Yu Xiangwan's face became increasingly gloomy.

The child also stammered when he saw Yu Xiangwan's sullen face and intimidating look without even getting angry.

"Her parents want to kill our entire village, so what's wrong with us beating her? Her parents are the big bad guys, and she is the small bad guy! Maybe you, an outsider, were also recruited by her parents..."

The old village chief looked at the confrontation between Yu Xiangwan and the children in the village and said to the children,

"Everyone go home."

No one dared to disobey the old village chief's personal order. They scattered like birds and beasts, chattering and running away in a short while.

Only then did Yu Xiangwan see clearly the appearance of the child who was being beaten.

The skinny little ball was huddled against the wall, with disheveled hair that covered most of its dirty little face.

His clothes were thin and torn, with not a single piece of good flesh on the exposed skin.

Her face was also covered in bruises. She was not wearing shoes, and her dirty little feet were covered in frostbite. When Yu Xiangwan looked over, she shivered slightly and tried to hide behind herself.

She would die if she stayed here any longer.

Either they were beaten to death or they were frozen to death.

Yu Xiangwan looked at the old village chief and asked, "I don't know what grudges this child's parents have with the people in the village."

"Can I take her with me?"