Noon had already passed, but although this should have been the hottest part of the day, the sky was overcast, and a fierce wind swept through the entire village, stirring strange sounds.
Qin Manjiang and Liu Jingqing followed Wang Ju into the Old Village Chief's home.
It lived up to its reputation as the best-situated and most lavishly decorated property. The Stone Path laid through the yard was exquisite and thoughtfully designed, and the courtyard had clearly been professionally landscaped.
Wang Ju was about ten meters ahead of Qin Manjiang and Liu Jingqing. Perhaps he was too anxious, but he hadn't noticed at all that someone was following him.
The two hung back behind him, watching Wang Ju pass through the Corridor and turn into a Living Room.
Then he took the entrance on the right side of the Living Room into the Back Courtyard.
The two followed him into the Living Room. The furnishings inside were even more luxurious: sofas, carpets, chandeliers, paintings and calligraphy that looked expensive at a glance...
The Old Village Chief was quite wealthy.
Neither lingered in the Living Room. They hurried after Wang Ju.
Wang Ju was indeed frantic.
How could the Old Village Chief have died? He shouldn't have died... He couldn't die.
"No way..."
"As long as we have that, we can control the Immortal Sheep. How could anything have happened to the Village Chief...?"
Had something really gone wrong with the Ritual that night? If that was true, wouldn't everyone who had participated in it...
Now that I think about it, quite a few people in the village have already died.
Wang Ju couldn't help trembling.
No...
It's fine.
*This has happened before. We just need to let the Immortal Sheep kill its fill. As long as that thing is here...