"The Blood Lady's folk procession was about to begin."
Li Bai's words served as a warning bell for everyone. As soon as he finished speaking, a fire sprang to life several miles away, in the opposite direction from the flames at the foot of the mountain. This one was much smaller, though, and flickered unsteadily.
"What the hell is that now?" After so many scares, Huang Jun's face had twisted into a grimace.
Yao Shunyu stared at the second fire and nodded thoughtfully. "That's in the direction of Heishui River. It corresponds to the bridge-building task."
There was no time to waste; they had to set out at once. Now that Weng Chenglin was dead, only six of them remained. Li Bai and Yao Shunyu each took two people. Yao Shunyu would handle the Blood Lady's procession, while Li Bai led the others to repair the bridge.
Once they had confirmed the details of their respective tasks, the two groups parted and hurried toward their destinations.
Since the bridge was in the opposite direction from the Zhusheng Niangniang Temple, the two groups headed off in opposite directions.
As they walked along the narrow forest path, a heavy silence settled over them. Weng Chenglin's dying screams kept echoing in Huang Jun's mind, leaving him unable to focus.
"Don't dwell on it. Life and death are fated, and riches and honors are decided by heaven. If we can, we'll avenge him." Yao Shunyu patted his arm in consolation.
Huang Jun managed a feeble nod.
But to be honest, Huang Jun wasn't thinking about revenge. The villagers were too bizarre. No, that wasn't it—the whole of Heishui Village was wrong.
He and Weng Chenglin weren't close. Huang Jun only wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.
"Hm?" Luan Lihui, who