The instant Jiang Cheng saw the comb, his pupils contracted sharply.
The comb was thick and heavy, and very old. It looked like it had been used for a long time, and many of its teeth were broken.
But that wasn't the most important thing. What mattered was that he had seen this comb before—in the hands of Xiuling, in the rundown courtyard from his dream not long ago!
It was Xiuling!
It had to be her!
Jiang Cheng turned and stared at the strange footprints in the incense ash. A bold guess surfaced in his mind.
Could it be—could it be that they had been wrong about everything from the start?
There weren't any evil cultivators in this village at all. The real danger was the villagers. They were the ghosts lurking in the mist!
Recalling what he had seen in his dream, Wugong Village had been almost entirely reduced to ruins. Everywhere he looked, there had been crumbling walls, collapsed houses, blackened remains left by fires, and marks from blades. Given the extent of the destruction, he couldn't believe anyone in the village could have survived. It had looked as if someone meant to slaughter every last person there.
So... so the villagers now could all be ghosts!
They had entered a ghost village!
But without conclusive evidence, it was all just speculation. Time was running short, Li Bai's life was in danger, and Jiang Cheng had become more aggressive in his actions.
He left some people behind to guard the courtyard, while he took Shao Tong to look around the village.
Tang Qisheng insisted on coming along, too. In the end, Jiang Cheng left the Fatty behind. With the Fatty guarding Li Bai, Jiang Cheng felt at ease.
"Go ahead. Be careful on the way," Yao Shunyu