Shocking! The master of metaphysics is actually the ancestor of ghosts and monsters!

Nangong Qian was even angrier. She used all her strength to pull away from Qiao Feng's grip, and angrily pointed at him, complaining, "Qiao Feng, if you hadn't begged me to come, I wouldn't have come at all. Now that I'm trapped here, how can you, as my second cousin, treat me like this? Do you believe I'll go back and tell my eldest brother how you bullied me!"

She put her left hand on her hip, pointed at Qiao Feng with her right hand, and kept chattering away.

"Don't think I don't know you like this woman too, but she doesn't even look at you. Stop being a simp."

Nangong Qian's words made Qiao Feng look embarrassed.

"Qiao Feng, just ignore her. If she wants to leave, let her go." Chu Xia helped Qiao Feng out of the predicament, looking at Nangong Qian with disgust.

Hearing the goddess's voice, Qiao Feng felt even more embarrassed, almost losing face, and was now somewhat angry and ashamed.

"Who do you think you are! Do you believe me or not...?"

"Nangong Qian! If you keep making trouble, I'll kick you out right now." Nangong Qian was interrupted by Qiao Feng before she could finish speaking. She looked at Qiao Feng, who was yelling at her, with disbelief.

As the eldest daughter of the Nangong family, she was used to getting whatever she wanted, and had never been scolded like this before.

Her eyes immediately welled up with tears, and glistening tears streamed down her face.

"Fine, I'm leaving!" She wiped her eyes with her sleeve, her tone stubborn, and made to walk towards the door.

“Brother Feng…” The girl, who had been silent all along, stood up, wanting to say something.

"Ignore her, let her go!" Qiao Feng said loudly.

Zhao Yanchen watched all this indifferently, while Chu Xia still looked disdainful.

"Oh dear! Why is the little girl crying?" The village chief's wife strode into the main room from outside the courtyard gate, her face full of smiles.

The village chief and Gao Lin then followed her into the main room.

Gao Lin had an idea the moment he saw Nangong Qian, but the thought of the hideous face of the female ghost in his mind made him panic, so he only glanced at Nangong Qian before turning his gaze away.

He has no time to think about these things right now.

When the group saw the two people behind them, they simply nodded slightly and greeted them politely.

With her back to the village chief's wife and the others, Nangong Qian puffed out her cheeks, huffing and puffing, trying her best to hold back her tears.

Seeing this, the village chief's wife took Nangong Qian's hand and comforted her, "Child, don't cry. Auntie will get you some water. Don't let your face get all stained."

Nangong Qian subconsciously touched her face, then sighed and said, "I will leave."

"Look, it's almost dawn now, and it's pitch black outside. There are wild animals outside our village that can eat people!"

"Really! Really?" Nangong Qian seemed to be shocked, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Of course it's true. A few years ago, a fair-skinned young girl like you ignored our objections and insisted on going out at night. She was torn apart and eaten by a black bear. It was the woodcutters in the village who found her the next day. It was a terrible sight. Only a few broken bones were left."

The village chief's wife described it so vividly that everyone else was astonished. Even Zhao Yanchen frowned.

"The food in my kitchen is almost ready, and my husband is back. We have two extra rooms in our house, so you can squeeze in."

The village chief's wife didn't give them a chance to refuse and went to the kitchen.

During dinner, the group shared their experiences of coming here. They explained that their school had organized a research project and an adventure activity, and they found this place online and decided to come.

Qiao Feng and Chu Xia were the main conversationalists, while the other girl barely uttered a word. Zhao Yanchen, on the other hand, expressed his gratitude in a polite but distant manner.

Nangong Qian was already angry and unwilling to speak. She even shed tears while eating the food in her bowl.

The food didn't suit her taste, and she only ate a few bites before stopping.

After the meal, Nangong Qian stopped the village chief's wife, who was about to wash the dishes. With her chin slightly raised and her eyes red from crying, she pouted and said stiffly, "Thank you for your hospitality. I'll be leaving tomorrow."

Then she snorted at the others.

It was getting late, so the others went back to their rooms to prepare for bed.

The village chief's wife warmly instructed them on matters, indicating that they could contact her if they needed anything, her face full of the loving kindness of an elder towards a younger generation.

After everyone had returned to the house, her face instantly darkened, and the wrinkles that had been plastered with smiles suddenly appeared sinister. Her eyes held a mixture of joy and calculation, like the excitement of a hunter finally getting his prey.

Of the group, only Gao Lin seemed out of sorts. He followed the village chief and his wife into the inner room.

I don't know what the village chief and the others said, but when he came out, his complexion had returned to normal, and he no longer looked timid and afraid.

The next day.

Jingli was awakened by the noise. She hadn't slept well because the rattan chair was too uncomfortable.

The female ghost had vanished, leaving only wisps of black smoke rising from the door beam.

The trees around the hut were not dense, so most of the sunlight shone through. Clearly, the female ghost was afraid of the bright light and hid in the beams and pillars.

She searched the entire house before finally finding the shoes left behind by the original owner.

Um...slippers.

I think they were called flip-flops.

She put them on, looking distressed; they were a bit uncomfortable on her feet...

No wonder she was wondering why the original owner was barefoot when she first arrived. She thought it was a special hobby, but it turns out that these things hurt her feet and she hates flip-flops.

Sigh, I never imagined the original owner was so poor that he couldn't even afford shoes.

Something seems off again. Another memory is creeping in: the original owner seemed to wear this thing at home. She was forcibly abducted by her scumbag father.

"Scumbag father..." How could she use such a novel term, and more importantly, she even knows what it means...

Logically, being summoned by the Soul Devouring Array should not inherit memories; as long as the summoner's wish is fulfilled, the summoner's soul will disappear. Why can't she sense the original owner's soul?

Jingli stopped thinking about it when she couldn't figure it out. Things that can't be figured out will always have doubts in the future. Right now, there are more important things to do.

A master of divination can divine the fate of others, but cannot divine the fate of himself.

It is the will of Heaven that dictates that even the most powerful mystical practitioners must be bound by the laws of Heaven.

Jingli sat on the threshold watching the commotion. They were carrying Zhang Ronghua's body; she was dead!

After death, the body develops livor mortis, turning purplish-red. However, Zhang Ronghua's skin was entirely dark brown, except for the ligature mark on his neck, which was bluish-purple. His obese body looked as if it had been drained of blood and flesh overnight, leaving him resembling a withered, lifeless tree.

Those people seemed somewhat wary of this place. They ignored Jing Li, quickly covered Zhang Ronghua with a white cloth, and carried him away.

Jing Li patted his butt, dragged his flip-flops, and walked over with difficulty, carelessly kicking the octagonal mirror standing on the ground.

A slight smile played on her lips, and a mischievous glint appeared in her eyes.

What are you going to do tonight?

Don't ask her why she didn't kick it last night; she was scared of that eerie female ghost too...

Actually, she just wanted to get a good night's sleep. Since she wasn't going to stay there tonight anyway, she wanted to find a better place to go.

Even though it was daytime, the small house was like a black abyss. The rattan chairs moved without wind, and countless figures stood vaguely in the deepest part, their white eyes all staring at Jing Li's back.