Ming Dynasty: I am truly not the Emperor of Longevity

"That fool... what happened to him later?"

The woman in green knew very well that the young man who was possessed by the evil spirit should no longer be in this village.

"Alas, we've let him down!"

The old woman shook her head.

"If it weren't for him that day, everyone in the village would have died at the hands of the bandits."

Logically speaking, we should be grateful to him.

After killing all the bandits, the fool ignored the people in the village and returned to his dwelling alone.

We also dug a large pit in the back mountain and buried all the thieves and the corpses of those few Jianghu people.

We buried the few people who were killed in the village separately, including the mother of the mentally challenged man.

While these things were being done, the fool never appeared, nor did he come to pay respects to his mother. Perhaps he simply didn't understand these things.

For the next few months, I had meals prepared for him every day and delivered them to him, which he ate.

According to the person who delivered the food, the wounds on the mentally challenged man's body were healing day by day. Later, the scabs fell off, leaving no scars, as if he had never been injured.

Even the huge through wound that pierced his body from behind was the same.

But since then, apart from the people who brought him food, no one in the entire village dared to approach his residence, including the children who used to play with the idiot.

Everyone was afraid of him and dared not approach him anymore.

Finally, one day, the fool went out.

I remember it clearly. That day he was wearing a clean set of coarse cloth clothes, his hair was tied in a bun, and he was wearing a pair of new straw sandals.

I recognize that outfit; it was made by his mother before she passed away. She even sewed a pocket on the inside of the jacket, saying that she would put a few coins of silver inside when she gave it to her son for the New Year.

Unfortunately, that unfortunate woman never had the chance to see it again.

After leaving the village, he never returned, and no one knew where he went.

Did they just leave without a sound?

The woman in green was somewhat surprised to hear the old woman's words.

Judging from its behavior, this evil spirit is not evil in the true sense, but rather nothingness!

It's more like someone with amnesia, but still retains primal human emotions, like a bewildered toddler.

Back in Southeast Asia, I once heard a rumor that highly skilled sorcerers of the Ghost King Sect could create evil spirits, seal or destroy their minds, and then use them to their advantage.

However, if something goes wrong in any part of the process, or if the evil spirit is too powerful, the sorcerer can easily be backfired on, or even possessed by the evil spirit.

The creature sealed by both the Soul-Sealing Jar and the Rune Coffin is likely a powerful evil spirit that is no longer under control.

Where is that young man who was possessed by an evil spirit now?

Are we still in this primeval forest that stretches for hundreds of kilometers?

The process of Zhao Xixian and I walking out of this primeval forest was full of dangers; every night felt like gambling with our lives!

If you're unlucky, you might have already ended up in the belly of a wild beast.

Didn't that hearse driver ultimately die from injuries caused by the claws of a wild beast?

Although this evil spirit is ignorant, its terrifying combat power is enough to make it the true king of this primeval forest.

No beast can withstand it.

It is very easy for it to survive in the primeval forest.

If one day it were to follow the stream out of the primeval forest, just like it and Zhao Xixian did back then, it would probably feel very relaxed and comfortable.

There is absolutely no need to worry about attacks from wild beasts.

Wild animals have a far greater sense of danger than humans; they would probably flee long before the beast even gets close.

Perhaps it will even be troubled by not being able to catch prey.

This is not just needless worry!

According to the old woman's description, after the evil spirit escaped from the soul-sealing jar, although its memories were sealed or erased, it still retained its self-awareness.

Even if someone loses their memories after being possessed, they might still grow up little by little, becoming more and more like a human child, just like a human cub.

It's even possible that one day, for some reason, the sealed memories will be regained.

In either case, it is unlikely that it will continue to live as a wild man in the Shennongjia primeval forest, but will instead leave the forest and enter human society.

This was a terrifying supernatural being, far beyond anything that he and Zhao Xixian had ever encountered in the martial arts world.

No one in the village could figure out how those dozens of thieves died; they only knew that anyone who got close to him would inexplicably die.

In close combat, he can be considered invincible.

Moreover, even when it suffered a fatal wound in battle, it could continue fighting without caring, and its mobility was not even affected.

How can you fight an opponent that you can't kill?

Even if we pay a huge price to destroy its physical body, we may not be able to resolve the crisis.

You should know that this physical body is nothing more than a possession by an evil spirit.

Even if a spirit loses one physical body, it can still possess another.

Such an opponent is enough to make anyone despair!

. . .

Two days later, at the entrance of the village.

Why did you tell this woman that half-true, half-false story?

Watching the woman in blue leave with a group of thirty or forty people, a middle-aged man walked up to the old woman.

This person has a shocking scar on his right cheek, clearly from a knife cut, but it has long since healed.

"What kind of place is this village?"

The old woman snorted coldly.

"This place is located deep in the mountains, and the nearest village or town is forty or fifty miles away. Apart from the enemies who came to track us last time, when have we ever seen so many people?"

This woman is no saint. I've observed her closely; she has a very stable lower body and calluses on her hands, clearly indicating she's practiced martial arts.

Her maid and the guards around her were all martial arts practitioners.

The other twenty or thirty people all spoke with accents from the surrounding counties; they were probably hired by her temporarily.

Although these people were not experts, they were all strong and powerful, and each of them had a weapon.

There are fewer than fifty able-bodied men in the village, and apart from the two of us, none of them have any martial arts skills. If it really comes down to a fight, we probably won't be a match for them.

This woman brought so many people to these mountains; she definitely wasn't here for sightseeing.

I reckon they're either looking for the group that came into the mountains to hunt us down and died here, or they're looking for the two people we buried in the back of the mountain.

To test her, I took out a magical artifact that I had taken from that strange monk, and she recognized it as expected.

No one knows what the relationship was between this woman and those two men, so I made up a story. I said that the other man died from his serious injuries, and the strange monk performed a ritual for him before leaving, leaving this ritual artifact to the village.

This isn't entirely made up. When the two men arrived at the village, the other man was indeed scratched by a wild animal. Although it wasn't fatal, the strange monk really did chant some strange scriptures by his bedside.

What is it if not a strange religious ceremony?

What we really need to hide is that we were after the rare items these two people were carrying, and that we murdered and robbed them.

In other matters, one should strive to be as truthful as possible in order to gain people's trust.