Not following the expected path? Reborn and unexpectedly married to a demon.

Chu Luo wants a map of this place.

"Where did this place get a map?" the black witch doctor asked.

"I only need a map of this indigenous settlement, not any others."

The black witch doctor shook his head and said he still didn't have one; he felt there was no need for a map in a place like this.

Shu Tong spread out Xuan paper on the desk and started grinding ink, while Chu Luo took the ink and began grinding as well.

Shu Tong quickly completed a map and marked all the points that Chu Luo needed.

The black witch doctor was immediately filled with admiration, as many people, including himself, were not very clear about this location.

He always thought that in this desolate place, no one could draw a specific location or route except through intuition and experience.

But Shu Tong can.

He couldn't help but sigh, no wonder that this person could easily become one of the top five in this place.

Chu Luo calculated how many days it would take to travel from the border of Da Zheng.

Shu Tong told her that knowing the route and having some experience, it would take at least three days to ride a decent horse.

But what Shu Tong didn't understand was why it wasn't calculated from Jiangzhou, but from the border of Dazheng.

Who exactly is on the border of Dazheng, and what can they do?

"Is there anything that can be used to communicate with the border of Dazheng, or perhaps a caravan?"

The black witch doctor shook his head as he listened. It seemed he was a complete waste of space, so he simply lay down to the side and ate peanuts, not wanting to get involved in their affairs.

Shu Tong nodded.

Chu Luo wrote two letters and asked Shu Tong to have them delivered to the shop of Zhong Fang Tang on the border of Da Zheng.

If Zhongfangtang is unavailable, send it to Siyuan Grain Shop.

Shu Tong went out and brought back some dry food.

When Chu Luo saw the beans she had brought back for the horses, a plan immediately came to her mind.

She sprouted some beans and ground some to make tofu.

They also made a rich and fragrant soy milk.

The black witch doctor, craving the taste, woke up from his dream and happily drank two large bowls of it.

"Young lady, you have excellent cooking skills! I haven't tasted anything this good in years!"

"Why don't you leave this place? You can find anything outside."

Chu Luo couldn't understand why these people would stay here and refuse to leave if they weren't living a good life in this place.

Trees move to death, people move to live.

Shu Tong said that the indigenous people in this area are similar to wild men and have been robbing several neighboring countries for many years.

They have a blood feud with the people on the border and have been repeatedly besieged by several countries.

Later, all the most vicious and wicked people, who were not tolerated by their country, continued to come here.

The strong live and the weak die. This place is the burial ground for many losers, but also for many strong ones.

Strong people can thrive anywhere; they don't need to depend on others.

Those who are both strong and not weak are more troublesome, such as the Black Witch Doctor.

He is not particularly strong in combat, but he is a cunning and somewhat capable witch doctor who can survive in the realm of the ghosts.

But once they leave the Sensha Ghost Realm, their sect's sins will be swiftly crushed to dust by their enemies.

Moreover, without Sensa, many of the Black Witch Doctor's medical skills would be unacceptable to the world.

He was also unable to continue pursuing his ideals.

This place may not be the best, but I won't leave.

Many people are like this.

Chu Luo didn't say much after hearing this, nor did she ask about Shu Tong's situation here, or why she left covered in injuries.

Speaking of scars, Chu Luo noticed that the scars on her face were indeed fading more and more.

But Shen Wei said there was no way.

But her scars have indeed faded.

Chu Luo was curious, but she didn't ask.

While waiting for a reply, Chu Luo's bean sprouts grew very well.

Even though she's not very good at cooking, the ingredients are fresh.

The black witch doctor waited anxiously for his meal every day.

Moreover, Chu Luo also tidied up Shu Tong's yard, and after all that fuss, she scattered some vegetable seeds that she carried with her.

"Don't waste your energy if you can't grow it. I've been researching this for over ten years and haven't even managed to grow a few hairs."

The black witch doctor sat to the side watching the spectacle.

Chu Luo didn't refute anything, but just focused on doing her own thing.

The reply arrived on the fourth day, which displeased Shu Tong.

She had clearly instructed them to just deliver the message normally, but they managed to get it through in just four days.

She was considering whether to delay sending her reply to Chu Luo for another two days, since she wanted to keep her away from Dazheng.

But there are many things that can't be done just by thinking about them, especially for Chu Luo.

Just as she was hesitating, Chu Luo bumped into her.

She knew it was a reply from the envelope.

He took the reply from Shu Tong's hand.

"How come it's so fast?" Chu Luo asked the messenger.

"After all, it was personally instructed by the adults, and besides, we must give face to the recipients; they are our major clients."

Chu Luo had no idea that Zhongfangtang and the grain shop were doing so well here.

That's not necessarily true in bustling cities.

"There are some other things that came with the letter. The owner of Zhongfangtang said that they need a little more time to prepare the things you asked them to do, but they will do so as soon as possible. Please wait a little longer."

Chu Luo nodded. She wanted more than just things; she also needed people, which couldn't be prepared in a short time.

She had people move the things into the yard.

Along with the supplies came a pair of hawks that carried messages.

The black witch doctor kept muttering, "What kind of family is this, so wealthy?" as he watched the things being moved into the yard.

Chu Luo looked at the few things in the courtyard and didn't understand what the black witch doctor meant.

"How many of these are there?"

The black witch doctor looked at Chu Luo as if she were a spendthrift, wondering where the adults had found such a spendthrift.

"Young lady, you don't know the cost of firewood, rice, oil, and salt until you're in charge of the household! This pile of stuff is worth at least three to five hundred taels of gold!"

"Why is it so expensive?" Chu Luo asked, puzzled.

The black witch doctor looked at the ignorant girl, sighed, and explained, "It's expensive to bring these things in, and besides, you don't have many of these items to begin with; scarcity drives up the price."

"Young lady, the two shop owners said you don't need to be too frugal with these things; they'll send more later."

The caravan owner, who was helping to deliver the goods, quickly added to what the black witch doctor had said.

"How much does it cost to transport it?" Chu Luo asked.

"Young lady, you don't need to pay. Those two shop owners have already paid."

This was completely different from what the black witch doctor had imagined.

It turns out that these things in the yard didn't cost any money at all; people even eagerly gave them to us.

This girl is a lucky charm sent from heaven; ever since I met her, good things have been happening all the time.

In Jiangzhou, Shen Wei received a letter from Zhongfangtang on the border.

He read the letter two or three times.

After confirming repeatedly, it is confirmed that this set of information is indeed only used by the young master.

It's so good that the young master is alright.

It's almost the end of the year, so why is the young master in such a faraway place?

He immediately made the arrangements, ordering the Nakafudo in the Mori-sa Ghost Realm to treat the person who released the information well.

Actually, there was no need to give such instructions. The moment the boss saw that set of information, he knew that this person must be a veteran of Zhongfangtang.

Shen Wei reassigned someone to manage Zhongfang Hall in Jiangzhou.

When the waiter asked why, Shen Wei smiled and replied, "I'm going back to my hometown for the New Year."

As for where the big boss Shen Wei is from, actually very few people know.

Daze knew perfectly well that wherever the young master was, that was Mr. Shen's hometown, and he, too, would go to spend the New Year with the young master.

With Jin Wuchen finally settling his current affairs and the matter settled, it meant that Chu Luo was safe.

"Young Master, you saved so many people this time, you've done Young Saint a great favor, it's a pity..."

Seventeen, who came to meet them, wanted to say it was a pity that the young mistress was not there and didn't know anything about it.

The unavoidable misunderstanding between them could not be resolved.

But realizing that there was still no news of the young mistress, he stopped talking.

"What's going on with Feng Zhe?" Jin Wuchen asked, as if he hadn't heard what he said.

"Kang Jintai has been acting a bit strange lately, but not in a big way."

"Furthermore, a messenger from Jiangzhou said that Daoist Tianqing has a letter for you, which I have already sent over. We should be able to pick it up on the way."

Jin Wuchen stared intently at the ring on his hand, thinking to himself: A Luo, I'm sorry, wait for me a little longer.