Mysteries of the Great Zhou Dynasty

Chapter 82 Demon
It was late at night and Mo Yun had not returned yet, so everyone found a place to rest and lay down in their clothes. Because they were all tired after a whole day, the sounds of breathing soon came into being.

Mo Yun didn't come back, but someone was going out.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds. In the darkness, the gate of the courtyard creaked open a crack, and a short figure slipped out.

Except for Su Zhan, everyone else opened their eyes almost at the same time. Changfeng and Rong Wanyin were martial artists, while Yan Mingzhang hadn't slept at all.

Changfeng and Yan Mingzhang looked at each other, Yan Mingzhang nodded to him, and Changfeng followed him out quietly.

Rong Wanyin looked eager to try and join in the fun, but Yan Mingzhang grabbed her back and asked in a low voice, "What are you doing?" Rong Wanyin's face instantly wrinkled into a bun, and she looked at him pitifully. Yan Mingzhang had no choice but to sigh and compromise. He waved his hand to indicate that Rong Wanyin could go with him.

Rong Wanyin smiled brightly and left like the wind.

Changfeng and Rong Wanyin tapped their toes and disappeared into the darkness in an instant.
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"You are a liar! You said that as long as I bring the person here as a sacrifice, you will tell me where my sister has gone... Now I have brought the person to you, why are you going back on your word!" A Bao's voice came from the largest room in the village, hoarse.

The room was brightly lit and very noisy. I guess it must be the village chief's home.

Changfeng and Rong Wanyin tapped their toes and, using their Qinggong skills, quickly climbed onto the roof. They lay on the rooftop and gently lifted a tile. Even though they were mentally prepared, the scene below was truly horrifying.

The village chief's main hall was very large, but it was full of people, and many people were even standing in the courtyard. These people all had hideous faces and deformed bodies. Some had half-rotten faces, some had no noses, revealing scarlet nostrils, and some had facial features that could not be distinguished at all, not to mention missing arms and legs.

Those who don’t know would think they have accidentally entered the ghost world at first glance.

Sitting in the middle of the room were the village chief and Abao. The village chief leaned comfortably on the armchair, while Abao stood there.

The village chief took a leisurely puff of his pipe, tapped the cigarette, and said slowly, "Don't worry, kid. It's not that easy to take down these people. I need you to help me do one last thing. After you succeed, I will never break my promise."

A Bao looked around in silence, his expression serious, as if he was considering whether to agree to their request.

"Didn't you all come here together? You should know where their convoy is! If we can get those thirty carts of Shu brocade, we'll have made some money this year."

The village chief squinted his eyes and thought, trying his best to make his voice sound kind.

A Bao asked hesitantly, "What are you going to do with them? Can you get the Shujin and let them go?"

Everyone burst into laughter, and the village chief said again: "Little kid, why are you so naive? I took their Shu brocade and didn't leave them behind. Isn't that waiting for them to report to the authorities?"

The village chief leaned back in his chair, looking quite comfortable. “Don’t you want to know where your sister is? Don’t worry, I will definitely take you to see her.”

Everyone burst into laughter again when they heard this.

A Bao turned around and tried to leave, but was stopped by two burly men who tied him up with thick hemp ropes. "What are you doing? Let me go!" A Bao struggled.

The village chief sneered, "Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? What, you want to tip us off? It's too late to regret it now. If you don't help us get the Shu brocade, you'll be sacrificed!"

Po was laid on the ground, his mouth blocked by a rag, so he could only make whimpering sounds. The village chief said to the two big men, "You two watch him, and the rest of you follow me! The sacrifice is about to begin!"

A big man asked, "Do you want to give this kid some medicine?"

The village chief slapped him and shouted, "Medicine doesn't cost money? Can't you two take care of such a little kid?"

On the roof, Changfeng and Rong Wanyin looked at each other and were shocked. What the adults said was actually right. Last night, the adults said that Abao was weird. Many things were true, but there were also some hidden things. They didn't believe it at that time.

Changfeng made a gesture and said: Let’s go back first and think about it later.

Rong Wanyin nodded, and she looked back at the tightly bound Abao. She felt sorry for him, but she still put the tile back. But she didn't notice the look Abao gave her as she looked at the tile.
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"Sir..." Changfeng pushed open the door and the room was quiet.

Chang Feng searched the house inside and outside, but found no one. He couldn't help but frown, "Miss Rong, they are all... gone!"

Rong Wanyin touched the tea bowl on the table, then touched the extinguished kerosene lamp, which was also hot. "It's all hot. They left not long ago."

Suddenly, a small and slight sound came from underground, and a faint light came through the cracks in the floor.

Changfeng and Rong Wanyin exchanged a glance. There must be a secret room down there! Could it be that Yan Mingzhang and the others had gone down there?
Changfeng squatted on the ground, knocking left and right, and found that one of the floor tiles was indeed hollow. Changfeng pulled out a knife, inserted the knife into the gap, and lifted up the floor tile. There was actually a large cellar underneath!

The rustling sounds in the cellar became more and more obvious.

Changfeng lifted the corner of his clothes and was about to go down, but Rong Wanyin stopped him: "I'll go down, you stay at the entrance!"

Rong Wanyin carefully groped her way down the ladder. Fortunately, there should be an air vent in the cellar, so the air down there was still circulating, but there was still a strange stench of corpse in the air.

The cellar was large, with a kerosene lamp on a table; the light just now had come from it. Inside were several wooden shelves taller than a person, covered with white cloth. They seemed to hold a lot of things. The shelf closest to the door held all sorts of strange tools, including several shoe lasts.

"Is this a tool for making shoes?" Rong Wanyin covered her mouth and nose with her right sleeve, brought the kerosene lamp closer with her left hand, and looked at it carefully.

At this time, there was another rustling sound coming from behind the wooden shelf. Rong Wanyin walked to the back of the shelf. She gently lifted a corner of the white cloth, but unexpectedly the whole piece of white cloth slid down at once, and a strong stench of corpse came to her nose.

"Ah!" Rong Wanyin shouted briefly, but then suppressed her cry.

"Miss Rong, what's wrong?" Changfeng asked anxiously at the entrance.

"No...it's okay..." Rong Wanyin suppressed the churning in her stomach and said, "This shelf is full of boots..."

"Boots?" Changfeng was a little confused.

"Yes, human-skin boots..."