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"Ah."

Not long after.

Two middle-aged men wearing coarse linen shirts and carrying two large backpacks with sickles in them walked with heavy steps across the small bridge over the river and came towards Yang Yu and his group.

"The weather is not very good this year. I guess the harvest will be bad."

A man wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although he had just gone out, he had just finished his meal and had been working on the farm for the whole morning without any rest. He went out again. It was obvious that he was a little tired.

"Who says it's not true? Alas, this is the life of living by the weather. If the weather is bad, you will suffer this year. If the weather is good, you will live a good life this year. And you have to be like those old men in the city. They eat well, dress well, and have servants to serve them. Every day is just eating, drinking and having fun."

The other man smiled bitterly, shook his head, and had a wound on his face.

"You said, it would be nice if we could go to the city."

"Who wouldn't think so? But who dares? It takes at least a day to get to the city from here, but we have to go back to the house at night, otherwise we will be torn to pieces by those ghosts. When we wake up in the morning, we will only see scraps of meat sauce. We can't even walk to the city."

"Why don't the old masters in the city send people to kill all the ghosts that appear at night? Aren't there some immortal monks employed in the courtyards of those old masters?"

"I think they have no choice. Didn't the last person who came back from the city say that they would stay indoors at night? Those who can go out are immortals. That's the real freedom. There is still a big difference between immortals and immortal cultivators."

"Ugh."

The two men talked to each other and couldn't stop sighing.

They have been living this way for generations for a long, long time. Although they have long been accustomed to it, every time they sit on the edge of the field and look into the distance, they always wonder if they can go out and take a look.

But when thinking of those scary ghosts at night, no one dared to step out of the house.

Even if some elderly people are seriously ill and the village doctors can no longer save them and they may die at any time, they dare not go out at night to face ghosts.

"Hello, two elder brothers."

suddenly.

A young man walked out from the path next to him. He was tall and handsome, with a look like Pan An. Although his face was a little pale, he was full of energy and spirit. Behind him was an extremely beautiful and mature woman.

Although the clothes worn by men and women look quite plain, if you take a closer look, you can see that the fabrics of these clothes are extremely delicate and are simply not something that ordinary people can afford.

The two men looked at each other, with a hint of uncontrollable surprise in their eyes.

stranger?

Moreover, their clothes looked so luxurious, and there was a charming woman following the young man. It was impossible for them to be from the village.

Although there is a slightly larger village nearby, there is no way there would be such a person there.

Could it be that he is from the city?

"Two elder brothers, are you going to do farm work?"

Yang Yu smiled and spread his hands.

“Yes… yes.”

The man with a wound on his face rubbed his hands, which were covered with deep cracks and grooves on his skin, feeling a little nervous.

"My companion and I got lost when we walked here. We happened to see a village and were about to go up to ask for directions when we unexpectedly ran into two elder brothers. So I want to ask this elder brother, where exactly is this place?"

Yang Yu scratched his hair and smiled sincerely and shyly.

"This is Wowotun, the place of Qingtian City. It is more than 100 miles away from the city."

Hanzi explained.

"Oh, I see. I was going out to play, but I almost got lost by accident."

Yang Yu laughed a few times.

When the two men heard this, their backs tightened.

It seems that the man and woman in front of me really came from the city, and from what they said, is it possible that they could accidentally walk more than 100 kilometers while out having fun?

Could it be the legendary... immortal monk?

Thinking of this, the two men couldn't help swallowing.

"You two are immortal monks, right? Since you are lost here, why don't you find a place to drink some water first? I just slaughtered a chicken at home, why don't you come to my house and rest for a while."

The man said immediately and decisively, with a look of enthusiasm on his face.

"In that case, thank you very much. My companion and I actually have some small matters to attend to, and we are worried about not being able to find a place to stay for a few days."

Yang Yu's smile was a little awkward.

"It's okay, it's okay. Since you are an immortal cultivator, you can stay at home for a few days. Let's go. The weather is hot now. It's a good time to go home and cool down."

The man immediately prepared to lead the way, and the other man also put down today's farm work and greeted Yang Yu enthusiastically.

However, the two men were very cautious and did not dare to get close to Yang Yu.

"Okay, okay. Thank you very much."

Yang Yu followed behind the two men, Wu Bai also swayed her lotus steps, her tail had been hidden by her.

After walking across the small bridge and following a road that was obviously repaired every day, Yang Yu soon arrived in the village.

The village was not big to begin with, and the houses of each household were clustered together. At this time, those who had just gone out to do farm work and those who were still resting at home suddenly heard the footsteps coming back, and they all walked out of the yard curiously, wanting to see which family's man was so careless that he went out without taking his things and now came back to get things.

When the villagers looked at Yang Yu standing behind the two men, their eyes widened immediately. It was rare to see a stranger in the village in recent years. They were all curious about who Yang Yu was, why he was wearing such gorgeous clothes and was followed by a charming and beautiful mature woman. They were all wondering if he was from the city.

When they arrived at the man's home, the man with a scar on his face warmly invited Yang Yu in, and called his wife at the door, asking her to prepare two cups of fresh boiled water and cook some delicious dishes.

138 Warm Bed

"There are guests coming, and they are from the city."

The news spread quickly in this not-so-small village.

Those who were originally doing farm work also turned back halfway and returned home. They were all curious and wanted to go to Hanzi's house to see what the people in the city were like.

The village is too far away from the city. It takes a whole day just to get to the city, but they have to find a house to hide in at night to avoid ghosts. This means that unless there are special circumstances, their connection with the city has actually been cut off, and they haven't seen anyone from the city for several years.

The man's wife rushed out of the house in a panic, wiping her hands, and called the women from the neighboring houses to come and cook together. Some women came to the door with fat ducks to help cook, while others caught two big fat fish from the nearby fish pond and rushed to the man's house.

I couldn’t cook and there was nothing good to eat at home, so I just took two strips of bacon and a few eggs and hurried to the man’s house.

The man's wife was calling for help. Although the yard was not small, the kitchen was only that big after all. If too many people went in, it would always delay those who were cooking.

I had to set up a small stove outside and start preparing the ingredients.

"Immortal monk, we are a small village, and the food we make may not be as delicious as those in the city. Please don't blame us when the time comes."

The man looked at the bustling atmosphere which was as lively as the New Year, and still smiled at Yang Yu.

"It's okay, I'm not picky. What are the names of the big brothers?"

Yang Yu sat in the yard, surrounded by some men, all with intense curiosity in their eyes.

"My name is Wang Daniu, you can just call me Daniu."

"My name is Li Qiang..."

"He Xiaojian..."

The names of these big men are quite simple, and some of them are not nice to hear. Maybe there is a saying that the meaner the name, the easier it is for the person to live.

"My name is Yang Yu, you can just call me Brother Yang. My companion's surname is Wu and his given name is Bai."

Yang Yu smiled.

However, none of the men around dared to call Yang Yu "Brother Yang". But Yang Yu had already spoken, and they could not offend the immortal monk. After thinking about it, the men changed their words to "Mr. Yang, Miss Wu".

"Master Yang, our small village is quite remote. Why did you come here?"

Wang Daniu asked curiously.

The men around him also looked at Yang Yu enthusiastically.

"It's hard to tell you the specific reason, but it's mainly to understand the situation of the surrounding villages. As you know, some villages are too far away from the city, and the city doesn't know the situation of the villages, so I came here."

Yang Yu was calm and composed, and made up a reason based on the initial conversation between the two men at the stream.

"I see. Just as I said, the old ladies in the city still remember us."

Wang Daniu laughed and felt a lot better.

Over the years, almost no one has come from the city, as if their village had been forgotten.

Some children clamored to go to the city or to somewhere further, but who dared?

As soon as evening falls, it is the world of terrifying ghosts and monsters. Except for the immortals in the city, no one dares to go out.

Now, the people in the city have not forgotten them yet, and they have sent two immortal monks here. No matter what these two immortal monks do, at least they have remembered their remote little village.

In the following conversation, Yang Yu gradually understood the true face of this world.

Qingtian City is the main city in this area. All the surrounding villages belong to Qingtian City. There is a palace further away, but the village has not known any orders from the emperor for many, many years.

There were no special customs in the village, and it was pretty much the same as those ordinary villages in the ancient world. The only old man who had been to the city also told some stories about it.

Bustling streets, crowded crowds, hawkers selling their wares, and empty alleys with no one around after dark.

Yang Yu was curious about the ghosts that would only appear after dark, which coincided with Fairy Haoyue's requirement that they must find a house to stay in after dark.

However, all the villagers could not explain it. They only knew that the thing was very scary. It ate human blood and flesh. It was said that the soul would be torn into pieces after reincarnation, and it would only kill the person after making him suffer endless pain.

At the dinner table, looking at the dazzling array of delicious dishes, Yang Yu felt hungry after not feeling hungry for a long time. He ate with his appetite wide open, chatting with the villagers around him.

Wu Bai sat next to Yang Yu, eating the food in small bites, looking like a real lady from a noble family.

The women were quite outgoing and seeing that Yang Yu was so easy to talk to, the high-ranking immortal monk also sat at the same table with them. They called him "Young Master Yang" more and more affectionately and pushed the crispy roasted duck and tender fish to Yang Yu.

They kept putting duck legs and fish meat into the misty white bowl.

Wu Bai narrowed her eyes and smiled. She was a fox and loved to eat these. When she was still practicing Qi, Wu Bai's favorite thing was to run to the nearby village to find a few ducks to eat, and leave two or three silver pieces for the villager after eating.

I don't know when a few glasses of wine appeared on the table. Several middle-aged men began to drink one glass after another and talked about the past. The old men drank their wine slowly and recalled the past. The children were playing and fighting nearby, and the women were laughing and chatting about family matters.

The only time the villagers would get together was during the Chinese New Year, but because of Yang Yu’s arrival, they got together again and the scene was very lively.

When everything was over, several men were extremely drunk and the old men were so drunk that their faces turned red. They were helped back home by their families. Wang Daniu and his wife were the only ones left to clean up the messy yard. Fortunately, some women stayed to help. They packed up the leftovers and took them back, distributing some to every household.

It was getting dark, and Wang Daniu specially prepared a clean guest room for Yang Yu. Although it was a bit small, the house was new, having been built just last year.

“Young Master Yang, we are rough people and don’t know what exactly you are going to do, but it will be night soon. If Young Master Yang can’t deal with those ghosts, it’s better for you to stay in the house.”