The ultimate master in the city

Chapter 112 Face Change

Breakfast consisted of white porridge, salted pork, steamed buns, and pickled vegetables.

It looked alright, but Zhou Fengchen had no appetite at all. He suddenly felt that this family seemed to have become abnormal.

Even if something really happened between him and your daughter, you shouldn't be pulling him into this kind of relationship as a son-in-law. This isn't something an ordinary person would do.

Aunt Hao and her husband were taken aback when they saw that Zhou Fengchen hadn't touched his chopsticks, and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

Ayu came closer, blushing like a shy young wife, and asked, "Why aren't you eating?"

Zhou Fengchen coughed and said, "I'm not hungry... It's like this, is there a nunnery nearby called Shuiyue Nunnery? I have urgent business to attend to."

The family of three exchanged a glance, their expressions subtly changing. Sun Da asked, "Never heard of it. What are you going there for?"

"I'm going to burn incense and fulfill my vow!" Zhou Fengchen said casually, wondering if he had come to the wrong place. Was the nunnery not on the nearby hill?

Sun Da thought for a moment and said, "How about this? You wait at home. I know a lot of people, so I'll go out and ask around to find out where this Shuiyue Nunnery is."

"Okay! Thank you for your help." Zhou Fengchen nodded.

After the meal, Sun Da went out, and Aunt Ahao went to collect herbs again with her basket on her back. Only Zhou Fengchen and Ayu were left in the house. The little girl pouted her red lips and stared at him with her big, bright eyes, creating a very romantic atmosphere.

Zhou Fengchen, trying to make conversation, asked, "Ayu, did you know someone died in your village chief's family?"

Ayu smiled and said, "I know."

Zhou Fengchen deliberately tried to scare her, "Dead people are scary, they turn into ghosts, aren't you afraid?"

"Huh?" Ayu's expression changed, and she buried her face in Zhou Fengchen's arms. "Hold me tight."

Damn it! Zhou Fengchen's lips twitched. He thought to himself that he had really messed things up. He quickly pushed Ayu away and said, "I'm going to check on the dead man."

As they walked to the gate, they peered towards the village chief's house and saw a mourning tent set up there. A group of people were dressed in mourning clothes and weeping. Meanwhile, Doromo and his two companions stood in front of the tent, muttering to themselves, seemingly doing something incomprehensible.

Zhou Fengchen glanced back into the house and saw Ayu sulking, turning her back to him and fiddling with her hair. He then quietly left the house and ran quickly down the mountain.

In the morning, he saw that the grassy area south of the village looked quite wide, and he was thinking of climbing the hill to look for a nunnery nearby. However, he encountered a "ghost wall". Now he needs to verify whether something has also appeared in the direction of going down the mountain. If so, then the village and its villagers may have problems.

I jogged down the mountain without encountering a single villager along the way. As I walked, I felt that the environment seemed different from when I came. Then, an upward slope appeared in front of me, which looked somewhat familiar.

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat. He slowly walked up the steps and came to a wide stone staircase. After climbing the steps, a village appeared in front of him.

The village I just left!

He took a deep breath and retraced his steps. After walking for a short while, he came to another uphill slope. Following the slope, he came to a wide set of steps. He climbed the steps... and found himself back in the village.

Just like that patch of overgrown grass south of the village, it's another case of being lost in a maze!

There's nowhere else to go but back to the village!

Zhou Fengchen was certain that no matter which direction they left from, they would not be able to get out. There was something wrong with this village, and there was something wrong with the villagers.

But... Aunt Hao's family seemed perfectly fine yesterday, nothing seemed out of the ordinary...

He returned to the village with a gloomy face. The village chief's funeral was in full swing, while Doromo and his two companions wandered around the village, seemingly searching for something.

Zhou Fengchen sneaked into Aunt Ahao's house, but no one was inside, and Ayu was nowhere to be found.

He thought for a moment, then went into the side room, closed the door tightly, and drew his goose-wing knife from behind it. He couldn't go anywhere now, and if Doromo and the other two dared to come in, he'd have to fight them first.

Strangely, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement outside. He quietly opened the side room door, walked to the main door and looked out. He saw that Doromo and the other two had returned to the village chief's mourning shed, sitting cross-legged and muttering something, as if they were performing a ritual to send off the dead.

Zhou Fengchen hesitated for a while, then ate some leftovers, ran back to the side room, closed the door tightly, and decided to take a nap first.

……

When I woke up, the room was pitch black; it was already evening.

Zhou Fengchen patted his forehead, feeling that time had passed quickly. He got out of bed and went outside. The outer room was also dark, and the door was tightly closed.

Haven't the Sun family of three returned?

Zhou Fengchen took a few steps forward, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he was suddenly surprised to find two people sitting at the table.

All that could be heard was Sun Da's vicious voice: "You heartless bastard!"

Aunt Hao also cursed venomously: "You hypocritical scoundrel! Luckily, we were planning to marry our daughter to you. You ungrateful wolf, you heartless traitor!"

Zhou Fengchen frowned, walked to the wall and fumbled for the light switch, but it wasn't working.

"Traitor! Useless! Ungrateful wretch..."

In the darkness, Mr. and Mrs. Sun continued to curse.

Zhou Fengchen asked coldly, "Why did you insult me?"

"Why do you want to know?"

At that moment, candles were lit on the table, illuminating Sun Da's grim face. He pointed to the ground and asked, "Why did you kill my daughter?"

Zhou Fengchen looked at the spot he was pointing to and saw Ayu lying on the ground, her eyes wide open, her face still showing the terror of dying, and she had no life in her body.

Aunt Hao, with tears streaming down her face, pointed at her daughter, then at Zhou Fengchen, her whole body trembling, as if she couldn't speak because of her grief.

Zhou Fengchen ignored them and squatted down to stare at Ayu. He noticed that her face was bruised, her eyes were sunken, her skin was dry and withered, and she was faintly emitting a corpse stench. She had clearly been dead for a long time.

"You see? Why? She's so young, sob sob sob..." Aunt Hao pointed at Ah Yu and burst into tears.

"Yes, she's so young!"

Zhou Fengchen stood up, drawing his goose-wing blade in a flash. "Why did you kill her?"

"Huh?" The Sun couple were stunned for a moment, then pointed at Zhou Fengchen with exaggerated expressions. "You bastard, you were the one who killed her, you used this very knife! You executioner, how dare you frame us? How could we possibly kill our own daughter?"

Zhou Fengchen gripped the hilt of his sword and slowly walked over. "My patience is running out. Speak! What the hell are you? What are you trying to achieve by putting on this show?"

Sun Da and Aunt Hao exchanged a glance, a strange smile suddenly appearing on their faces, their voices turning odd: "Just playing around with you, little Taoist priest, hehehe..."

"Young Taoist priest? There really is a demon among them!" Zhou Fengchen swung his sword and slashed.

Just as they were about to strike Sun Da, who was nearby, the couple suddenly disappeared with a strange laugh, and the tip of the knife slammed into the table with a thud.

Zhou Fengchen paused for a moment, looked around, drew his knife, and rushed out the door.

The rain had stopped outside, the moon was bright and the stars were few, and the whole mountain village was deathly quiet, without a single person in sight, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.

The mourning shed in front of the village chief's house is still there, with a faint, ghostly light shining inside. Three wooden pillars stand in front of the shed, and a bloodied person hangs on each pillar.

Curious, Zhou Fengchen cautiously approached while keeping a watchful eye on his surroundings.

Upon arrival, they saw the shriveled corpses of the village chief's brother and four others laid out in the mourning shed, which looked quite gruesome. On the opposite pillar, three people were hanging, and upon closer inspection, they turned out to be Doromo, Song Xixue, and Han Fei!

He was startled, leaned closer for a better look, and couldn't help but sneer: "Three idiots, fucking their mothers!"