Yin Yang

The person was an old man, around sixty or seventy years old, with a round face and short hair. His eyes were very small, but the glasses he wore were huge. [Ran Wen Book Library]

I became extremely vigilant. If he had come from outside, I might have let him be. But this guy actually came out of Xiao Yi Hamlet. Besides the road leading to Kang Long Village, Xiao Yi Hamlet did have another path. I had never dared to take that path, and Grandma wouldn't let me.

That was the road to the Dead Town!

What kind of place was the Dead Town? It was a place where, before the founding of the country, tens of thousands of people had died from a plague! It was so dangerous that living people didn't dare to go in. Let me put it this way, Lingering Spirit were considered extremely common little things there!

It was only people like Grandma who could seal off the road to the Dead Town, which is why Xiao Yi Hamlet exists today.

Now, with this strange old man suddenly appearing out of nowhere from the hamlet, if I didn't run, I'd be an idiot!

Even if Sister Wife hadn't reminded me, I would have quickly grabbed Yu Xiao Xue and run behind Zhao He first.

Although Zhao He disdained my actions, seeing that neither of us were strong, he voluntarily hid behind himself, proving that he acknowledged his own power. Those were smart people.

So, Zhao He's heroic spirit kicked in. He puffed out his chest and loudly questioned the newcomer: "I am Zhao He from Da Long County, who are you? How dare you just show up!? Are you trying to ruin my and my sister's ritual?"

"Zhao He? Yo, Zhao He! What a coincidence, I'm your Uncle Hai!" The newcomer quickly reached the Si Bridge, still waving his hand as he walked.

"Uncle Hai?" Zhao He was stunned and stared at the newcomer with his bull-like eyes.

"Uncle Hai, please help me quickly! Captain Huo's soul was captured by Yin Soldiers, I don't know what to do!" Zhao Qian was frantically turning in circles. Huo Dadong's soul had already crossed from one side of the bridge to the other. If it wasn't brought back soon, it would be trouble.

"Oh! Oh! Alright, Zhao Qian is here too. Huo Dadong's soul was also captured? What a coincidence." The old man quickly agreed and immediately took out a stack of paper figures from the bag he was carrying on his back.

The paper figures were all cut out, with noses and eyes, quite creepy.

So he was someone I knew? I felt a slight sense of relief, but I still didn't dare to be careless. Who knew how he appeared here? I touched the soul urn in my pocket, ready to open it at any moment.

When the old man called Uncle Hai reached the bridge, I could finally see his appearance clearly. His skin was a bit dark from being exposed to the sun for years. Carrying a backpack like a young person would, it showed he was someone who traveled often.

The old man also glanced at me, but after just one look, he turned his gaze to the river below. He seemed to have noticed the Yin Soldiers capturing people and saw many Lingering Spirit, but his expression didn't change much.

As if he hadn't seen anything, he took out a cinnabar brush, wrote a few words on a paper figure, then pulled out a strand of Huo Dadong's hair and tied it to the paper figure. After that, he casually threw the paper figure into the river and muttered a few incantations.

The two Yin Soldiers seemed to sense something. They released Huo Dadong's faint soul and turned to chase the paper figure.

"Zhao Qian, summon him again!" Uncle Hai chuckled and sat back, completely at ease. His skill was undeniably proficient, like a routine matter.

While I was surprised, I also became more wary of this old man. That guy was definitely a powerful Yin Yang practitioner, to be able to trick the Yin Soldiers so easily.

Furthermore, he approached me like a shadow. I didn't feel his presence, as if he had concealed his aura with some secret Yin Yang technique.

If a person loses their Yin Yang energy, unclean things can't see them. That's the art of concealing oneself in broad daylight, a powerful trick to fool ghosts and monsters. Since the old man possessed such ability, it wasn't strange that he dared to walk the path to the Dead Town.

"Okay, thank you, Uncle Hai." Zhao Qian happily began chanting the soul-summoning incantation again, while Zhao He started cooperating with the soul locking.

After a while, they successfully summoned Huo Dadong's soul back.

Then, Zhao He opened his umbrella and held it over Huo Dadong's body. Zhao Qian chanted a few spells, and Huo Dadong began to twitch all over, with bubbles forming in his mouth.

Although he looked terrible, his soul had returned. However, it wasn't over yet, as part of his soul was injured. Huo Dadong would have to endure a serious illness.

Seeing their success, Uncle Hai immediately beamed with joy: "I didn't expect you two to be able to handle things on your own now. It's only been a few years, you're much better than your fathers back then, hehe."

"What are you saying, Uncle? We're far behind our fathers and grandfathers." Zhao He chuckled, clearly pleased.

"Uncle Hai, allow me to formally introduce you. This is a friend we just met here, his name is..." Zhao Qian extended her hand, intending to introduce me.

"Xia Yitian. Xia of summer, one day of one day." I introduced myself before Zhao Qian could finish. After all, she only knew my name from Huo Dadong's mouth, and I had never properly introduced myself.

"I'm Yu Xiao Xue, Yu Xiao Xue... that's Yu Xiao Xue." Yu Xiao Xue blushed. She had never introduced herself before; she had always lived in Xiao Yi Hamlet and didn't bother with such formalities.

"Oh, Xia Yitian and Yu Xiao Xue? That's great, wonderful names! And you're both good-looking. You're of the same generation as the Zhao siblings, so you can call me Uncle Hai or just Hai, like they do. I'm also a local from Da Long County." Uncle Hai said with a smile. Being able to stay in this place until nightfall, he probably felt that Yu Xiao Xue and I weren't ordinary people, so he was very polite.

Zhao Qian nodded with a smile, and Zhao He chimed in, "Uncle, Xia Yitian is Zhou Xian's grandson."

I frowned, a look of seriousness in my eyes. Zhao He was too talkative.

"Hiss? Zhou Xian? You're Senior Zhou Ying's grandson?" Uncle Hai gasped, then looked me up and down properly.

"Is there a problem?" I forced a smile and then asked with a frown, "How did Hai come out of Xiao Yi Hamlet? That narrow path in Xiao Yi Hamlet must not be easy to walk."

Seeing my unfriendly expression, Hai immediately revealed a knowing smile and got straight to the point: "Heh heh, young man, do you think Senior Zhou Ying's death has anything to do with me?"

"Brother Yitian, Uncle Hai is one of us. He would never have anything to do with your grandmother's death." Zhao Qian, being sharp and intelligent, immediately understood what I meant by my question.

"Since we're all from Da Long County and have reached this place, you probably know some things already. And for things you don't understand, you'll eventually find ways to know them, right?" Uncle Hai adjusted his glasses and extended his hand, leading us away. "Carry Huo Dadong on your back. Our time is almost up."

"We're leaving the hamlet? Uncle Hai, we went out before, but the Yin Soldiers were patrolling, and we couldn't get out. We went out today and had to turn back, and even a police assistant died. Otherwise, we wouldn't be stuck here." Zhao He complained.

"Only one person died? Heh heh, with the aftermath of this incident, you being able to hold on until now is perhaps lucky. I went with some friends to observe a battle this time, and three of them died, and we almost didn't make it back." Uncle Hai shook his head with a wry smile.

"What? Uncle Hai, was there a magic duel? Then Uncle Hai must tell us properly, so we can know the details of this magic duel!" Zhao He was extremely excited. Even though he was carrying Huo Dadong, he seemed completely unfazed.

"Exactly! I was invited to observe this time. My friends didn't participate, but they were ambushed and couldn't return with me." Uncle Hai sighed, but then glanced at me.

I didn't know why he looked at me, but with a little thought, I knew it was related to Grandma.

"Little brother Yitian, do you know about things before the founding of the country? Or your grandmother's title outside? Or, do you know any clues about the cause of recent events?" Uncle Hai asked me instead.

I pondered for a moment and immediately denied everything: "I've been working away from home for the past few years. I don't know much about Grandma's affairs. She never told me about her past."

"So that's how it is. No wonder. Alas, this is living incognito." Uncle Hai shook his head and then said, "Zhou Xian, that is, the Old Demon Zhou of Da Long County."

"Heh heh, Old Demon Zhou? How could Grandma have such a name? She always saved people and drove away evil spirits, being kind and generous. Hai, are you mistaken about something?" I sneered, staring intently at Uncle Hai. Grandma was always kind and benevolent, and her relationships with her neighbors were praised by everyone. Being called "Old Demon Zhou" was no different than being insulted to my face.

Uncle Hai chuckled. Seeing my agitation, he said, "Young man, don't rush. The Zhou Xian in my heart is Senior Zhou, not Old Demon Zhou. The title 'Old Demon Zhou' was given by outsiders who feared her. I met her once, and I know her character. Don't be impatient, listen to me explain slowly."

"Uncle Hai, is this real? Is Zhou Xian truly Old Demon Zhou?" Zhao He's eyes shone with admiration. Anyone called an Old Demon had to be a terrifying figure of the demon-king level.

Although Zhao Qian's eyes were also bright, she wasn't as impatient as Zhao He.

"Heh heh, young Zhao He, who do you think Senior Zhou Ying is? Even before the Cultural Revolution, she was already the famous Old Demon Zhou, and the sole successor of the Ghost Raising Dao! Do you think I'd lie to you?"

"Alright, don't interrupt for now. I'll tell you as we walk. Take these paper figures and put them in your pockets." Uncle Hai took out several paper figures and distributed them among us.

I took one and examined it carefully. Since Sister Wife hadn't warned me, I put it into my pocket.

"Since I've mentioned demons and Senior Zhou Ying, I have to talk about her rivals, the 'Righteous Path.' What is the Righteous Path? The Righteous Path is Su Tu, Ma Yi, Zhong Ge, Quanzhen, Maoshan. These are what they call the orthodox Righteous Path. As for us, who branched off into smaller paths, they call us superficial or even heretical. Although we all got along fine usually, one time things went wrong." Uncle Hai spoke with a hint of wistfulness, glancing at where Grandma lived. He shook his head, "I really didn't expect Old Demon Zhou to be her... I thought it would be a man."

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