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"Don't give me that crap, what are you doing in this desolate place?"

"Team building!"

Zhang Chulan spread his hands, speaking with righteous indignation.

This reason is 96 percent similar to Ye Xing's reason.

Zhuge Qing rolled his eyes and snapped the piece of grass he was playing with in his hand.

Zhang Chulan stepped aside and waved to Lin Zi behind him, "I'm not kidding you, they're all colleagues from the company, it's a proper cross-departmental team building activity."

Several people emerged one after another from the shadows of the woods.

Leading the way was Feng Baobao, who was crunching on a cucumber.

Following behind was a burly man with a scruffy beard and a bear-like build.

A slovenly middle-aged man wearing glasses and timidly moving around.

A pretty "girl" wearing a white coat, a long ponytail, and a pretty hat?

And a refined-looking man wearing reflective black glasses and a green tracksuit.

Wang Ye's gaze swept over the group of people one by one, his brows furrowing into a deep knot.

These people exuded an aura that was anything but ordinary; none of them seemed like a kind soul.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth."

Wang Ye lowered his voice and asked bluntly, "Is the company preparing to take action against Biyou Village?"

Zhang Chulan's eyelids twitched, and he chuckled, "We'll see how it goes, let's see how it goes first."

Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing exchanged a glance, both fully aware of the situation.

Having spent the last few days in the village, they knew all too well what Ma Xianhong was up to.

Using that broken furnace to transform ordinary people into superhumans in large numbers—this kind of practice that breaks the bottom line and balance of the superhuman world—it would be strange if the company didn't intervene.

Several temporary workers approached and briefly introduced themselves to each other.

Wang Ye suddenly turned and stared at Zhang Chulan, "Do you know that your brother Ye is also in this village?"

Zhang Chulan immediately put on an exaggerated expression, his eyes widening, "Huh? My brother Ye is here too? I really didn't know! Nobody mentioned it to me!"

"Keep pretending."

Wang Ye scoffed and watched Zhang Chulan's performance with a sneer.

Old Meng, who was standing to the side, pushed up his slipping glasses and cautiously interjected, "The Brother Ye that Master Wang mentioned... is it Ye Xing? Is he also in the village?"

He stopped cleaning his ears, grinned, and said, "What a coincidence, all my acquaintances are gathered here."

Wang Zhenqiu, with his ponytail, came over, his peach blossom eyes darting around. "Brother Guan, Uncle Meng, have you both met this Brother Ye?"

Xiao Zizai pushed up his glasses, revealing a curious expression.

Judging from this situation, it seems that he and Wang Zhenqiu were the only ones who had never met Ye Xing, but had only heard of his deeds.

"Chu Lan, since you want to know the situation, why don't you go and talk to Master Ye first? He arrived early and knows the village better than we do. He definitely knows more than we do."

Zhuge Qing suggested.

"Makes sense."

Zhang Chulan stroked his chin. "Then could you please lead the way?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a person emerged from the side path.

He had white hair and was wearing loose-fitting casual clothes.

Ma Xianhong.

"keep the change."

Ma Xianhong glanced at Zhang Chulan and the others, his tone cold and hard.

"I know where he is, but we at Biyou Village don't really welcome outsiders."

Zhang Chulan reacted quickly, taking three steps at a time to get to Ma Xianhong, putting his arm around his shoulder, and whispering something in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"Village Chief Ma, listen to my advice, don't say you disagree."

“The people behind me are all mentally unstable, the kind who aren’t quite right in the head. If you try to kick them out now, they might just have a fit and do something like demolishing the village.”

"We're just here to take a look and observe. Does Chief Ma think we're afraid of being seen?"

Ma Xianhong was always most susceptible to being provoked, and he shoved Zhang Chulan's hand away.

"What do I have to be afraid of? You have legs, so you can keep them if you want. But don't blame me for not warning you, I will send people to keep an eye on you. Don't go to places you shouldn't go, and don't bother the villagers."

After saying that, Ma Xianhong left without looking back.

Zhang Chulan rubbed his hands together, then turned to the temporary workers. "Gentlemen, why don't you go and take a look around the village first, and find out what's going on? I'll go with Master Wang to meet my brother Ye."

"Pull it down."

With a flick of his broad shoulders, the clarinet man said, “Since we know someone, it’s much easier to just ask. Why wander around aimlessly? Let’s go together.”

Old Meng nodded in agreement. Wang Zhenqiu even ran over and grabbed Zhang Chulan's arm.

"People also want to see this legendary, formidable person for themselves."

The group, in a grand procession, headed straight for Ye Xing's residence amidst the villagers' strange and wary gazes.

……

When we arrived at the cabin, there was a rusty iron lock hanging on the door.

Zhang Chulan pressed his ear against the window and knocked for a long time, but no one answered. "Well, I've missed my chance."

at the same time.

In a secluded and somewhat dilapidated house on a mountain several hills away from the village.

Ye Xing was leaning against the dusty window frame, eating a lollipop. The room was dark, with only outside light filtering in.

A person was sitting on a haystack in the corner.

"Brother Ye, how much longer am I supposed to hide in this dark place?"

An old, hoarse voice echoed in the room.

"almost."

Ye Xing took the lollipop out of his mouth. "The person you're waiting for has already entered the village. I guarantee you'll see her in two or three days at most."

A glint suddenly appeared in the man's cloudy eyes.

"I hope what you're saying is true, and you're not trying to fool this old man."

'Detected...'

"Of course it's true."

"However, the specific secrets from back then can only be uncovered by personally investigating. Next time, I will bring her to see you."

After saying that, Ye Xing pushed open the broken wooden door, turned around and walked out.

As the door was sewn shut, a small figure could be vaguely glimpsed inside.

……

More than half an hour later.

Zhang Chulan and the others were sitting on the steps in front of Ye Xing's door, idly pulling grass. Feng Baobao had somehow gotten hold of an orange and was slowly eating it.

On a path not far away, Ye Xing strolled leisurely.

Seeing a large group of people squatting in front of his door, Ye Xing raised an eyebrow.

"Wow, what a wonderful day it is today, why are you all blocking my door?" Ye Xing walked forward with a smile.

Zhang Chulan sprang up with a swift movement, pointed to the door, and said, "Brother Ye, let's go inside and talk."

"Row."

Ye Xing unlocked the door with his key and let the group of people into the house. The house wasn't big to begin with, and with so many people crowding in, it suddenly seemed even smaller.

Old Meng was the first to come over and greet Ye Xing: "Brother Ye, I've had to thank you so much before, I haven't had a chance to properly thank you yet."

Ye Xing waved his hand, "I'm paying people to solve their problems, Lao Meng, you don't need to be so polite."

The clarinet player also gave him a look, "Haven't seen you in so long, do you still recognize me?"

"of course."

Ye Xing smiled and patted his broad shoulder.

Zhang Chulan quickly pulled Wang Zhenqiu and Xiao Zizai to the front.

"Brother Ye, you haven't met these two before, have you? This is Wang Zhenqiu, and this is Brother Xiao Zizai."

Ye Xing's gaze swept across the crowd, finally settling on Wang Zhenqiu, where he carefully examined him from head to toe.

Today, this guy is wearing a bright white t-shirt and has makeup on. If he dressed up a bit more, he would look like a stunning cross-dresser.

"Wang Zhenqiu".

Ye Xing read the name aloud, then suddenly grinned, "I beat up Xia Liuqing at Longhu Mountain and sent her to the company. You don't hate me, do you?"

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment.

Old Meng opened his mouth wide, and Hei Guan stopped picking his ears.

Wang Zhenqiu's smiling face froze, and his peach blossom eyes widened slightly as he stared at Ye Xing.

'Wang Zhenqiu's surprised expression was detected; emotion value +50.'

'Everyone detected...'

Wang Zhenqiu learned various martial arts, and Xia Liuqing passed on the "God Mask" to him, so the two could be considered to have a half-master-disciple relationship.

Few people in the company know about this, so how did this guy just blurt it out?

Wang Zhenqiu quickly regained his senses and chuckled twice to cover up his shock.

"Brother Ye, what are you saying? I learned his skills from him because he forced them on me. Besides, that old man was released from the company a long time ago, why would I hate you?"