As noon approached, the villagers who had been watching by the riverbank had already dispersed.
The dogs that had been acting strangely had also returned to normal, wagging their tails as they followed their respective owners back to the village. Only a few people remained at the village entrance, watching the spot across the river where the ashes had been buried, in case anything went wrong.
Under the old village chief's hospitality, Jiang Qiao ate a whole roasted lamb and drank some rice wine brewed by the villagers.
A little after two in the afternoon, he set off again for the Ancient City Ruins.
This made the old village chief breathe a sigh of relief.
Although the young man had sat there calmly, looking like an ordinary person,
the more ordinary he seemed, the more chilled the old man felt.
Eighty years of life had taught him that when someone was clearly terrifying, yet you could not see what was terrifying about him, that return to simplicity often meant that his terror had reached its absolute limit!
Having such a stranger remain in the village made him extremely uneasy.
"Thank you, old sir."
"Sorry for the trouble."
Jiang Qiao clasped the old man's hand and slipped a red talisman into his palm.
"I don't have anything good to give you."
"Take this talisman as thanks for putting up with my chatter all night."
"When you encounter a Vicious Ghost, you only need to drip a drop of blood on it. Even an ordinary person can use it."
Jiang Qiao felt very comfortable in this village.
So when he left, he casually used toilet paper to draw a talisman and gave it to the village chief as a gift.
It was just the right thing to do.
He had sensed some