Alert! Miracle doctor released from prison

"It seems your master's wife is quite a remarkable person!" Murong Bingyun said with a hint of envy. "If I had the chance, I would really like to see what kind of woman could transform a prisoner like this!"

"Actually, I don't know my master's wife very well!" Chen Huo said. "She has never told me about her background or origins!"

"Maybe they don't want to reveal it!" Murong Bingyun said, then suddenly thought of a question, "By the way, I remember you were thrown into a heavy prison back then, how did you end up in a women's prison?"

Chen Huo gave a bitter laugh.

He was completely baffled by this question.

He was originally supposed to go to a serious prison, but was transferred to a women's prison instead.

He asked his teacher's wife for the reason, but she never told him.

"I don't know either!"

Chen Huo shook his head, still feeling that this matter might be related to his master's wife.

She must have orchestrated this behind the scenes to get herself transferred to a women's prison.

The two chatted casually, and perhaps because Murong Bingyun was not feeling well, she unknowingly fell asleep.

Chen Huo did not disturb them and continued on his way at a rapid pace.

Finally, around four or five in the morning, we entered the territory of western Hunan.

The Ten Thousand Mountains stretch endlessly, their majestic grandeur concealing a sense of mystery.

Following the navigation, Chen Huo continued driving deeper into a small town.

This is the only way to Leishan!

The town's architecture is very distinctive, mostly consisting of wooden houses engraved with local patterns and designs.

This is the time when the mountain fog is at its thickest.

Scattered lights flickered silently in the white mist.

"The fog is too thick now, it's not suitable to go up the mountain. There's a noodle shop up ahead, let's go get something to eat first!" Chen Huo woke up Murong Bingyun.

Murong Bingyun nodded and got out of the car with him.

The noodle shop was very small, with only three or four small tables inside.

The owners were a middle-aged couple dressed in local attire.

"Would your younger siblings like something to eat?"

The women among them greeted Chen Huo and Murong Bingyun with smiles and heavy accents.

Young men and women are generally referred to as younger brothers and sisters here.

"Chi ha zi" means "want to eat something".

"Two bowls of beef noodles, please!" Chen Huo said.

"Alright, come in and have a seat!" The couple moved with practiced ease and immediately began cooking.

As soon as Chen Huo entered the noodle shop, he found that a table of people were already seated inside.

They were four middle-aged men, with thick hair, and rather unkempt.

Their clothes were rather tattered, but it was clear that they were from the southwest region.

They also saw Chen Huo and Murong Bingyun, and in an instant, their eyes all turned to look at them.

It exuded a chilling and hostile aura.

Some people even secretly reached into their arms.

This looks like they're about to pull out their weapons!

Chen Huo narrowed his eyes slightly.

This group of people were clearly from the martial arts world; they exuded a strong murderous aura and possessed considerable strength.

I just don't know why she's so hostile towards him and Murong Bingyun.

"Let's sit here!" Chen Huo, adhering to the principle of "I won't offend others unless they offend me," ignored them and pulled out a chair to sit down with Murong Bingyun.

Murong Bingyun naturally noticed it.

She sat down quietly, expressionless.

"Little brother and sister, the noodles are here!" Soon, the middle-aged woman brought two bowls of beef noodles to the table. "If it's not enough, you can add more noodles!"

"Thank you!" Chen Huo replied, and then he and Murong Bingyun lowered their heads and began to eat.

"May your soul return to peace on its journey home!"

"I will guide you with incantations, and your souls will follow..."

Just then, a long and sharp chant, accompanied by the sound of copper bells, rang out.

Amidst the vast expanse of objects, yellow paper money floats and drifts in the wind.

A group of figures staggered and gradually broke through the thick fog, heading towards the noodle shop.

The atmosphere in the noodle shop suddenly became somewhat eerie.

In an instant, Chen Huo, Murong Bingyun, and the people at the other table were all drawn to his attention.

However, the group stopped several meters away from the noodle shop.

The leader was an old man holding a copper bell.

He had white hair and beard, a dark and thin face, wore a straw hat, and was wrapped in a tattered yellow robe.

Two young people, a man and a woman, followed behind him.

They were about fifteen or sixteen years old, dressed rather casually. One of them held a long bamboo pole, while the other held yellow paper money.

"Gentlemen, we're just passing through your esteemed place and are quite hungry. Could we please have a few bowls of noodles to warm ourselves up?" the elderly man in the lead said with a smile, clasping his hands in greeting.

The middle-aged couple glanced at it, but their expressions didn't change much.

"Oh dear, what were we doing here? Turns out they're corpse transporters!" The middle-aged woman looked at the figures standing in the distance. "Where are they headed?"

"Hehe, they're all unfortunate people, dying far from home, wanting to return to their roots, rushing to the mountain villages..." The old man still had that same smiling expression.

"You must be tired, please come in and have a seat!" the middle-aged woman said.

"No need," the old man waved his hand, "We corpse-transporters have a lot of yin energy, it would ruin the feng shui and offend the guests inside!" "Just cook us three bowls of noodles, we can eat them squatting outside!"

As he spoke, he glanced at the two tables of people in the noodle shop a few times.

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"Holy crap, even the corpse-driving sect is getting involved?" The four guests at the table whispered among themselves. "This time, they're going to cause quite a stir!"

"Hmph, the mountains are in complete chaos. In the Miao region, who isn't moving at the first sign of trouble!"

"It's not just the Miao region; quite a few people from the Central Plains have come too! Look at that table, aren't they from the Central Plains?"

"Alright, keep your voice down, don't let anyone hear you..."

While the group discussed the corpse driver, they also glanced at Chen Huo and Murong Bingyun.

Chen Huo continued eating his noodles with his head down, pretending not to hear.

Judging from the appearance of the old man and two young men outside, they are the corpse drivers.

The corpse-drivers originally came from western Hunan, so it's no wonder the noodle shop owners weren't surprised at all.

The fact that the corpse-driver only ordered three bowls of noodles indicates that the figures standing behind him were not living people.

After the noodles were cooked, the old man and the two young men squatted by the roadside and slurped them down.

No one spoke anymore; only the sound of eating noodles could be heard.

The quiet atmosphere carried an eerie feeling.

After finishing his meal, Chen Huo wiped his mouth and asked, "Are you done eating?"

"Alright!" Murong Bingyun put down her chopsticks.

"Let's go then!" Chen Huo paid the bill, and the two got into the car.

The four people at the table, along with the three corpse-drivers, all subconsciously looked at their backs.

"This Miao region is truly bizarre!" Murong Bingyun sat in the passenger seat, her expression puzzled. "Even eating noodles, we run into two groups of martial arts practitioners!"