It seemed the Chen Family had also been frightened by the string of bizarre murders and the terrifying rumors of "lighting lamps to summon evil"!
They had vast holdings and many people. If that thing set its sights on them, or panic spread among the servants, the trouble would be enormous.
Once people's hearts scattered, even the greatest family fortune could not be held onto!
Leaving under cover of night, avoiding the villagers' eyes as well as that unknown terror, was the best choice.
"Alright, I understand. We'll meet up on time tomorrow." Fang Yuan answered in a deep voice.
After seeing the visitor off, he immediately said to Liu Wanwan, who was busy at the stove:
"Wanwan, make dinner. We leave before dawn tomorrow. Turn the remaining rice and meat into two days' worth of dry rations for the road, and pack up everything else!"
At his words, Liu Wanwan's hand trembled slightly, but she asked nothing.
She merely nodded heavily, and her hands moved even faster.
After dinner, Fang Yuan began making his final preparations.
He carefully wrapped the long-lasting, strength-restoring supplies—fine rice, chilies, pepper, and strips of sliced, smoked meat—in oilcloth.
Then he stuffed them layer by layer into the sturdy large basket on his back, packing it to the brim.
He also wrapped up all their silver, including the Crimson Sun Fruit he had set aside to grease the wheels, again and again in oiled paper.
He tucked them close against his body in the safest spot, where he could reach them at any time.
Meanwhile, Liu Wanwan silently brought out two thick new cotton-padded coats she had hurriedly sewn over the past few nights.
She handed one to Fang Yuan and put the other on Little Bean Sprout.
The stitching on the coats was fine,