Chosen One, how did I end up as the villain?

Qin Huaiyu suddenly felt that he was incredibly lucky; he might not even have this kind of luck in the lottery.

But there seems to be a problem?

Standing to the side, Yun Suyan's delicate brows furrowed as she realized the gravity of the situation. She and her group had unwittingly delivered themselves into this mess...

"Why am I so unlucky? I dodged yesterday, but not today. This one-eared fellow is truly my nemesis!"

Hearing the sudden sound from behind, Qin Huaiyu was startled. He turned around and saw that the old Taoist priest and Li Chengye had already followed behind him.

"No, Brother Ba, this place is too dangerous. We should leave quickly."

The thought of yesterday's experience sent chills down Li Chengye's spine, and his eyes darted around cautiously like a mouse.

Old Yang turned his head and said in surprise:

"What, you encountered that female ghost?"

"More than that, he almost died at her hands."

Li Chengye pointed at Yun Suyan and said, "If Sister Yun hadn't used her special powder to force her back, how could we be standing here?"

"No wonder, no wonder!"

Old Yang seemed to understand and said:

"So that's why it was so quiet last night. It turns out you guys hurt it."

"Why"

He sighed as he spoke.

"This way you'll have no chance of escaping. That female ghost is very vengeful and will never let it go."

"........."

Upon hearing this, Qin Huaiyu glanced at the old man with some surprise. This village chief really was a kind-hearted person.

While pondering, the group arrived at the gate of a large courtyard. Compared to other houses, this one was more impressive. Although the gate was old, it was very wide, and four tiled houses could be seen inside the courtyard.

For a small mountain village that uses adobe bricks, this is already outrageously extravagant.

"We've arrived. This is the old man's home."

Old Yang stepped forward, opened the door, and led the person into the courtyard.

"There's hay over there that we can use to feed the horses," he said, pointing to the hay in the corner.

Upon hearing this, the waiter bowed slightly as a sign of thanks and hurried over.

"Please have a seat, everyone."

Old Yang pointed to the stone table in the courtyard and said.

Seeing this, Qin Huaiyu and the others sat down, while Li Chengye stood at the table, looking anxious.

"I said, what time is it? How can you still be standing here?"

"You little rascal, behave yourself and stop causing trouble. Didn't you hear what the village chief said? We're being watched. It'll be the same no matter where we go." The old Taoist priest gave him a disdainful look.

"Can......"

Li Chengye wanted to say something more, but in the end, he sat down on the stone seat with a worried look on his face.

"Young man, don't rush. Since you're here, make the best of it."

Old Yang offered a reassuring remark, then turned and shouted towards the main house:

"Old woman, we have guests! Bring a pot of tea!"

"well"

A voice of agreement rang out from inside the house.

A short while later, an old woman dressed in coarse cloth came out carrying a tea tray.

She had a full head of white hair, a sallow complexion, and kind eyes, but she walked very steadily, showing that she was in good health.

"Sorry to bother you, old man!"

Qin Huaiyu quickly stood up to catch it.

The old woman waved her hand and said very briskly:

"It's alright, guests from afar are welcome. The village hasn't seen any outsiders for a long time."

After speaking, she came forward, placed the tea tray, filled each cup, and served them to the people sitting around.

"There's another guy outside feeding the horses. Send him a drink," Old Yang said.

Upon hearing this, the old woman picked up a cup of tea and walked outside.

...The villagers are still very simple and honest, treating everyone equally regardless of wealth or social status.

Qin Huaiyu was a little embarrassed.

"Village Chief Yang, there's no need to be so polite."

After saying that, he winked at Yun Suyan and the old Taoist priest, and the two quickly understood what he meant and thanked him profusely.

"It's all as it should be."

Old Yang said sincerely:

"Drink it quickly to quench your thirst, or it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Upon hearing this, Li Chengye, who had been looking down in worry, picked up his cup and drank it all in one gulp without saying a word, displaying a very bold and unrestrained attitude.

The three of them were stunned for a moment, then reacted and glared at him resentfully, as if to say, "Why don't you just shut up?"

"What's wrong? Why aren't you drinking?"

Li Chengye asked as if nothing had happened.

This kid is inhuman!

Qin Huaiyu shook his head helplessly, then picked up the cup and drank the tea. Afterwards, he politely wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

"Good tea has a sweet aftertaste without any astringency!"

Upon hearing this, Yun Suyan and the old Taoist priest followed his example and drank the tea, wiping their mouths as they did so.

"Hey, it really is! I've drunk countless teas, but I've never tasted such fine tea before!"

"Hmm, is it good? Why do I feel a little dizzy?"

Just then, Li Chengye, who was the first to drink tea, began to glaze over and sway. In less than a moment, he collapsed onto the stone table.

Upon seeing this, Qin Huaiyu's expression changed drastically.

"The tea is poisoned!"

After saying that, before he could react, he collapsed and fainted.

The other two had just realized what was happening and were about to get up when they closed their eyes and fell silent.

"Haha, that's really impressive!"

Looking at the four unconscious men, Old Yang's honest face broke into a sinister smile, his wrinkles layered together, making him look quite ferocious.

"Fools, do you really think I'd treat you well? Don't you realize who would be so kind!"

Just then, the old woman who had served the tea returned, her face beaming with smiles.