Li Yun sat there, cold sweat streaming down his back.
The more he thought about it, the less certain he felt.
There was no way the people of Zhao Family Village knew nothing about the secret beneath the ancestral hall. The upheaval there three years ago had to be connected to it.
Village chief Zhao Henian and some of the villagers were surely doing everything they could to protect that secret.
Under those circumstances, how could an outsider who had stumbled into Zhao Family Village by chance escape their close scrutiny?
Especially when he had entered the ancestral hall.
And killed a Baleful Corpse and a Yin Ghost.
All of that had to be setting certain villagers' nerves on edge.
Perhaps—
He suspected that certain people had been watching him and Zhao Sanshan closely all the way to Xiantian Town.
His every move might have been monitored.
At that thought,
he became even more determined to leave.
"Heh-heh..."
"Brother Zhao, who's this Xiao Li? I bet she's a beauty, right?"
"I've been out here a while myself, and things have gotten pretty dull. How about you play host and show me the sights?"
Suddenly, Li Yun rose with a wicked grin and leaned in to speak quietly to Zhao Sanshan.
Zhao Sanshan seemed to sober up at once. He shook his head like a rattle drum. "What Xiao Li? There's no such person. You misheard me. I don't have a sweetheart."
"Come on, Brother Zhao. I'm not three years old."
"We're both men, right..."
"I really can't hold out much longer. Why else would I insist on coming into town for some fun? We're already here, so show me around!"
"Consider it a favor for helping you and Yunsheng with your martial arts..."
"Uh!"
Zhao Sanshan hesitated.
Li Yun had