"Then we'll be imposing on you!" Blackheart Elder cupped his fist to the village chief in gratitude.
"Before death, speak not of having no fate; after death, speak not of affection!" He Dazhi looked at the familiar scene before him and murmured the words the old village chief in the illusion had once said about the origin of the name "Wuyuan Village."
The group followed behind Blackheart Elder and arrived at the village chief's home.
After entering the house, it was still the same familiar scene. It made it impossible for everyone to let go of the tension and sense of danger in their hearts; they had truly been frightened in the illusion. Aside from Luo Yunji and the five Yin Spirits, the others glanced toward the doorway from time to time, worried that in the very next moment, a Black-Robed Man might appear there too.
Blackheart Elder sat beside the village chief, and the two chatted quite congenially, with a laugh or two ringing out now and then.
He Dazhi glanced at Tian Buyi and saw that his body had been tense the entire time, ready to counterattack at any moment, which made him feel very insecure as well. But then he saw that Little Junior Brother was holding a chicken drumstick and gnawing on it with great relish, without the slightest sense of danger at all.
"Has Little Junior Brother been gnawing on that drumstick the whole way?" He Dazhi asked Zhang Xiaofan beside him in some disbelief.
Zhang Xiaofan froze for a moment after hearing that, then took an oil-paper packet out of the Bamboo Bag and opened it. He Dazhi looked at the dozen or so chicken leg bones inside and shook his head with a laugh.
"Where did you get chicken drumsticks?"
"I prepared them