ould meet as agreed. He set off for Qiuhongfang Market, intending to find a way to join one of the teams there.Qin Sang tidied himself up. After the Ebony Sword devoured the Black Flame Camphor, its p...The terrifying buzzing and the bloodthirsty stench emanating from the Bloodwing Hornets sent shivers down the spines of all creatures in the mountains. Even jackals, wolves, and tigers were terrified, wetting themselves as the entire mountain range plunged into chaos.
Strangely, they didn't seem interested in the corpses on the ground, not a single blood-winged wasp came to bother him.
At that moment, the corpses on the ground actually moved.
He rolled over and fell into the water, seemingly using all his strength. In the end, with only one arm left, he gripped a thick log tightly and remained motionless, letting the river carry him away and avoiding the torment of being stung by thousands of bees.
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In the evening.
The mountain rain came again, lingering and persistent. A cool breeze stirred the fine threads of rain.
The mountains are hazy in the distance, looking like ink from afar.
On a mountain surrounded by a river, with steep terrain, there stood rows of stilt houses, closely packed together and stacked upon each other. A rough count showed over a thousand households.
This village is named Qianhu Village.
The scale of Qianhu Village is not large or small in the vicinity. Within a radius of a hundred miles, it is controlled by Qianhu Village and several other villages. However, most of it is dangerous terrain that ordinary people are unable to explore.
Before nightfall, the village was already ablaze with lanterns, like stars twinkling in the darkness.
But at the back of the mountain, there stood a small, dilapidated hut, lonely and isolated in the wilderness, surrounded only by a sparse fence.
At this time, outside the fence, several girls in beautiful dresses and flowery attire were gathered at the door, chattering and urging the girl inside to open it.
"Hush girl, I heard you pulled a man out of the river, let's have a look!"
"That's right! That's right! Hiding it, afraid we won't be able to grab it from you"
"I didn't expect that the mute would have tasted a man first, I thought no man would dare! Hee hee…"
"Hush, you're not even sixteen yet! Making a private betrothal, be careful the Grand Elder finds out or he'll break your legs..."
"My goodness, I didn't expect the unlucky star to be able to save people. Why don't you hurry and send him away Otherwise, in two more days, he'll be killed by bad luck again, wouldn't that ruin all our efforts"
While sneering and jeering, they pushed hard against the fence, eager to get a look at the man.
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The girl inside the fence looked anxious and helpless, making 'ahh ahh' sounds with her mouth, as if trying to persuade them to stop, but couldn't utter a single word.
She was mute, and everyone in the village called her Dumb Girl.
The mute woman's clothes were in stark contrast to those of the girls, splashed with spots but very clean. She kept her head turned sideways, her eyes filled with humility and timidity.
Upon closer inspection, one would find a large birthmark on her left cheek, utterly ruining her facial features.
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Just when the dumb wife was anxious and helpless, a fire lit up on the mountain path. It turned out to be an old man carrying a bamboo lantern walking towards them.
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The old man, seeing this, shouted, "It's night already! You're still out here running wild! Go home!"
Those young girls seemed to be afraid of the old woman, and dared not make a noise anymore. They gave the mute woman a spooky face as they ran away behind the old woman.
“If I see you bullying the mute again, I'll break your legs!”
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The old man lifted his lantern and shouted a warning at the girls' retreating figures.
"Grandfather Shaman, you always favor the mute girl..."
A young girl softly replied.
The old man shook his head slightly in annoyance, walked to the fence, and asked through it, "Dumb Woman, has that man woken up yet Can he walk down now"
The mute nodded and made several gestures.
After the old man had seen it, he hummed softly, "That's good then. When his wounds heal a bit, have Bar Chai and them send him away during the Witch God Festival!"
The mute's face flushed, and she frantically gestured.
The old man interrupted the mute woman with a cold snort.
"My lady, you are naive and lack understanding in some matters.
“That person had an arm chopped off, and he told you not to let outsiders see him. Hiding his head and tail, he must have done something shady! Don’t be fooled by his good looks or sweet words. He’s a con artist.”
He is taking advantage of your kindness!
“If it weren't for you being so stubborn, I wouldn't just treat him; I would have thrown him in the river a long time ago. You don't have to go to the Shaman Festival, or wait for the merchant caravan to come and let him go with them. In any case, he can’t stay in the village.”
"We've been generous enough to let him stay this long. The Elder has already asked once, and it's clear he can't stay. He would bring disaster to our village!"
“Don’t worry, mute girl. When you turn sixteen, Grandpa Shaman will definitely find you a good husband.”
The mute's eyes were dim, and she lowered her head, no longer daring to argue.
The old man passed the other pocket in his hand over, "Take these. There are some herbs inside, enough to make three batches. Let that kid use it to heal his wound and get out of here quickly."
The mute woman took the bag, and when she saw the old man turn to leave, she made a few "ah ah" sounds and ran quickly back into the house. She brought out a thick raincoat and then came running back to catch up with the old man.
"Grandpa is strong and doesn't need it, you are weak, go back quickly and don't catch a cold..."
The old man waved his hand urging, the mute woman shook her head and refused, forcibly putting a coat on the old man.
“Alas!”
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The old man stroked the birthmark on the mute girl's face with pity and said, "Such a good girl, why is her life so hard, it's unfair! The shaman must find a way to remove the birthmark from your face! And by the way, if Yu Cong and the others dare to bother you again, just go to the clan shrine and file a complaint. The shaman will take care of it for you, give them a good lesson, and they won't dare anymore."
But the mute shook her head again and again, using gestures to warn him.
“Stupid girl, they aren't playing with you...”
The old man shook his head and sighed as he left.
After sending the old man off, the mute woman walked back to her small courtyard. She looked at the fence gate, which was almost crushed, and her expression became a little dejected. She returned to the house, lit the hearth fire, set up the medicine pot, and then took out a bag of herbs from her pocket, starting to brew medicine.
She was very skilled at doing these things, it was clearly not the first time.
Just then, a 'snap' suddenly came from inside the room.
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