There were only seven of them left altogether. They had each had a room to themselves before, but now it had changed to two per room. Were they being singled out?
"Fugui, can you walk?"
Ye Qianfan and Shen Lang helped Fugui up, one on either side.
Fugui gritted his teeth. "Just barely, but yes!"
"All right, let's get back to the village first!"
The three staggered back into the village, supporting Fugui.
By then, the wind had grown fierce. The entire sky was pitch-black, as though dark clouds had smothered it, pressing down so heavily that it was hard to breathe. The coming rain would probably be torrential!
"They're back!"
Just then...
Four people stood at the village entrance. Seeing Ye Qianfan and Shen Lang supporting the injured Fugui as they returned, they asked in surprise, "What did you run into?"
"Nothing much. He just got bitten by a snake while we were looking for things in the woods!"
Ye Qianfan did not want these people to know too much, so he simply made up an excuse.
They nodded, half believing him and half doubting him.
Whether they believed him did not matter.
As long as they had an answer, they would stop asking!
"Did you find anything?" the Roving Exorcist Disciple asked. "How about we share what we found?"
"I found some food."
The shaman with a drum hanging at his waist held two corners of his robe in his hands. Inside were several large white steamed buns, a salt-baked chicken, and a few red peach-shaped prosperity cakes.
They looked quite appetizing, but the incense ash on the food betrayed where it had come from.
The young monk also spoke up. "Amitabha. This humble monk stumbled upon the graveyard. If any benefactor is willing to share a clue