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Chen Mu found a pair of forked branches and sat on them, leaning against the trunk.
I shakily climbed along the branches and finally found a suitable spot.
It was a hollow in the trunk. This tree seemed to have suffered a tremendous impact in the past, damaging its trunk.
I wedged half my butt into it, and it was actually quite comfortable.
Out of boredom, I asked Master Zeng, "Master Zeng, do you think there really are earth gods on the mountain road leading into Ghost Market? What exactly are they? How could they kill so many people?"
"It's not as mysterious as they make it sound. So-called mountain gods are merely a type of primate—the wild men people speak of. You've heard of the wild men of Changbai Mountain, right? Those are actually a kind of mountain god." Master Zeng explained lazily. "Later, many remote mountain villages mistook these animals for gods and built quite a few shrines for them. However, the mountain gods of Ghost Market are indeed different. The master of Ghost Market has some rather unusual methods. After its training, the mountain gods here have already transcended the category of animals. Or perhaps they shouldn't be called animals at all, but true mountain gods."
Master Zeng said nothing more, then suddenly asked, "You two brats, do you want to go see the mountain gods here for yourselves?"
I had no idea why Master Zeng made such a suggestion, but out of curiosity, Chen Mu and I nodded like pecking chickens.
Yet that careless decision not only plunged me into immense terror, but also changed the course of my fate.
With Master Zeng there to protect us, Chen Mu and I had no objections. We immediately jumped down from the tree and followed