Strangely enough.
This was Xu Feng's first time doing anything involving "folk rituals" outside the game.
And it was a direct confrontation, one where failure could easily mean death.
Yet he felt no fear at all, only the calm of a seasoned hand.
All he lacked was a robe. With one, he could have looked the part.
If anything worried him, it wasn't seeing a ghost. Xu Feng was far more concerned about the villagers catching him and turning him over to the police.
That would mean real trouble.
Different places had different horrors!
Xu Feng kept an eye on the time as he traveled.
There were many elderly people in the village, and they didn't like staying up late.
By eleven or twelve at night, everyone was asleep.
There weren't many free-roaming village dogs, and they rarely came near the Land God Temple at the village entrance. The only bleak part was how alone he was in this: Xu Feng had to do everything himself.
He didn't even have an accomplice.
"How lonely."
Xu Feng sighed, then headed down the mountain path, slipping an earbud in along the way.
That was something he could never have done in Zhao San's world.
He hadn't had that luxury back then. Music to listen to while walking?
At most, he'd had his master's nagging reminders.
And most of the time, his master hadn't liked talking.
It had been boring as hell.
Elsewhere.
Someone was traversing Yunjia Mountain in reverse.
A reverse traverse, put simply, meant climbing without taking the usual route.
In theory, outsiders weren't allowed to enter Cloud Rack Mountain Nature Reserve at will.
The "undeveloped areas" were especially dangerous. But the rule did little good; people kept breaking it.
One downside of a relaxed atmosphere was that no one