The villagers were bursting with curiosity now, setting aside whether what Hu Xiaocao had said was true or false.
But one thing was certain: there really were human traffickers here, and the corpse the village chief and the others had discovered was very likely one of them.
But why would a human trafficker take the initiative to report himself to the police?
Zhu Zi and several villagers led the police up the mountain, while the others each returned home.
Watching the police disappear into the distance, the villagers looked at one another. Recalling what Hu Xiaocao had said, they felt as though countless cat claws were scratching at their hearts.
They wished they could follow the police up the mountain and find out what had really happened.
Was there truly a miraculous white mist, as well as a mountain god?
Unfortunately, to prevent the crime scene from being damaged and the remaining human traffickers from escaping, the police had set up a cordon. Apart from the few villagers leading the way, no one else was allowed to enter.
A gossipmonger sidled up beside the village chief to ask for news.
"Chief, do you think what that girl Xiao Cao said was true? It sounds too bizarre."
The village chief shook his head. "Who knows? But that girl Xiao Cao must be blessed."
No matter what, Hu Xiaocao had been taken away by human traffickers and had ultimately returned safe and sound. Those were facts they had witnessed with their own eyes.
Although they did not know the exact circumstances, all of this proved that Hu Xiaocao was a blessed child.
A villager scratched his head. "We've lived here so long and gone into the mountains countless times. How come we've never seen any mountain god?"
The village chief cast him