Chapter Thirteen: Memories of Nanyang

  Fu Xiang took out his inner elixir, just to guard against him making conditions, himself having no chips in hand, which is why he used this move. No wonder even Cheng Tian felt inferior in front of him and scolded him as an old fox.

  "Alright." Fu Chuan agreed to the exchange, but he had too many questions, so he still firmly grasped the internal elixir in his hand: "Tell me and I'll give it to you."

  "That's not possible, I need it now."

  Fu Chuan smiled coldly and said, "Even if you have regained your inner elixir now, it's impossible to jump out of the fire circle." After finishing speaking, Fu Chuan threw the inner elixir into the fire circle. It was swallowed again, and its body once again radiated a magical color. Just now, its skin had been withering slowly, and Fu Chuan saw it clearly.

  It said: "If you want to know what is controlling this place, go take a look at that mountain ridge in the back, and you will definitely make some discoveries."

  Fu Chuan asked: "Do you know why the people in the village are like that?"

  It said: "I haven't been here for long, just a few decades, they came hundreds of years before me. In the past, I could still go in and lure men out, but decades ago, people with my kind of magical power couldn't enter anymore. Some, like Huang Daxian, wanted to go in and absorb human energy, but once they went in, they couldn't come out."

  "Are you done asking?"

  Fu Chuan looked at the fox spirit and felt that it didn't seem to be lying. He turned to Xing Cheng Tian, who had been silent for a long time, probably thinking about something important. Fu Chuan asked Xing Cheng Tian, "Is there anything you want to ask?"

  Xing Cheng Tian glanced at Fu Chuan, then withdrew his gaze and placed it on the fox instead. He asked, "In these few decades, have you seen anyone from these mountain strongholds come out?"

  The fox spirit's eyes moved slightly, seemingly appreciating Xing Chengtian's question. It said, "This is a well-asked question."

  "After saying that, it was resolute and said: 'No!'"

  "No!" Even Fuchuan was surprised. Those people had never left the mountain village for decades, so how did they make a living in the mountain village? After exchanging a glance with Xing Chengtian, both of them felt that they might have to go back to the mountain village again to take a look.

  They turned and left, the fox spirit calling out from behind them to let it go. Xing Chen Tian said, "It will rain today, just wait." The rain would extinguish the fire, and it could naturally come out then.

  After following Fugui back home, San Yang was preoccupied with his thoughts. He didn't know whether he should tell Fugui or not. When San Yang accidentally knocked over the washbasin in a daze, Fugui finally noticed something was amiss with him. "What's wrong? You've been quiet since we got back, but you're usually the one who talks the most."

  Fu Chuan didn't know why San Yang was acting so strangely, perhaps he wasn't adapting well to this place. So Fu Chuan said: "If you don't want to stay here, then tomorrow at dawn you can go back to the town by yourself and wait for us there."

  "No, Master." San Yang really had something to do with this matter. Fu Chuan was preparing to go to the village for a while, "What's not?"

  "Master, I don't know if I should say it either."

  "Speak!" Fu Chuan said neatly, letting San Yang speak. San Yang looked at Fu Chuan and then said: "Master, that ghost has been with you for a long time, it should have found Master Zu before."

  "Have you found Master Shizu?" That is Fu Chuan's master, his own uncle.

  Fujiang didn't know what San Yang meant by this, and he repeatedly asked to confirm: "Really?" San Yang also nodded his head like a garlic press, saying: "It's all been over ten years ago. At that time, I was only a few years old. Master, you were still in England playing with foreign girls. The ghost came to find our ancestor, and it was led in by Master Gu. When it left, it floated away lightly."

  Three lambs were always raised by the Fu family at the south gate. Before becoming his apprentice, he was always following Master Gu, so San Yang knew some things more than himself. At that time, he was still studying in England, and Fu Chuanbai gave San Yang a glance, with an air of a master who had not been abroad.

  "You tell me everything you know," said Fu Chuan.

  The three sheep nodded and said, "At that time, when Master Gu led the person in, it was exactly the same as when he came to see Master before. There was no change at all. I didn't know it was a ghost, nor did I know why it came to find Master Zu. But even if there were things, Master Zu should not have agreed with it either. I saw Master Zu shaking his head all along."

  Fu Xiang understood, even if not all of it, but at least some of it. "Before taking things, I came to ask Uncle for help, but Uncle didn't lend a hand. It seems that the thing that needs Uncle to deal with should be something that even Uncle can't handle."

  Fu Chuang had always hoped that in his lifetime, he could subdue a zombie. However, until now, he hadn't encountered one yet. If there really were zombies here, Fu Chuang thought to himself that he would soon be able to fulfill his wish.

  But that's not right, zombies are creatures outside the six paths of reincarnation and cannot control ghosts. Ghosts will only be frightened when they see them, and zombies also disdain to control those thin mist-like ghostly spirits. Zombies are solitary creatures and do not like to control spiritual bodies. If it were a zombie, his uncle would not have been able to ignore it. There must be some other mysterious and powerful demon body that made his uncle dare not approach.

  Xing Chengtian brought two bottles of wine with him when he arrived, which were brewed by himself in the tavern. Although this place is gloomy, the wine brewed here is sweet and fragrant, making people linger and forget to leave. This place is humid all year round and is considered one of the most humid forests in China, so almost anything can be used to brew wine here, including wild fruits on trees, famous or unknown, and grains grown in the fields can all be brewed into strong liquor. After Xing Chengtian opened the bottle, Fu Chuan smelled a strong fruity aroma, this wine should be brewed with wild fruit.

  Xing Cheng Tian put down his wine and took out a wine cup. He said: "I asked the owner of this inn."

  "Boss?" Fu Chuan looked at the thick layer of dust on the wine bottle, this wine had probably been left in this inn for quite some time. Xing Cheng Tian said "Yes, a white-haired old man is the boss of this inn."

  All who came in saw an old man with a hunched back, but he was bald.

  "There are two people in this inn." Fugawa couldn't think of it, such a place would have two heads here, and still opened an inn with no ghost shadow.

  Xing Cheng Tian nodded again and said: "Indeed, it's two people, but both of them look quite alike."

  Just then, some loud noises suddenly came from downstairs, like the sound of something being heavily placed on the ground. Fu Chuan immediately became alert and said: "Go down and take a look."

  It turned out that a group of young people had arrived at the inn, looking like university students. Fu Chuan asked them where they came from, and the three men and two women told him that they were from the city's university, collecting specimens during their summer break. Fu Chuan told them to hurry up and leave, and everyone in the inn looked at him with a "who are you" expression.

  "Hey, mister, who are you? Are you the boss?" One of the three men and two women, a girl wearing a tight white short-sleeved T-shirt, stepped forward, chewing gum, asking Fu Chuan. Fu Chuan still said the same thing, very rudely telling them to get out of here quickly.

  But you're not the boss, so how could they possibly listen to him? So after those people chose their rooms, they each went into their own room on the first floor. No one paid any more attention to Fu Chuan.

  Just during the quiet time in the hall, Fu Chuan's voice suddenly echoed through the hall. He jumped down from the second floor and quickly grabbed the hand of the person downstairs, "What are you laughing at?"

  It was the old man who held the lantern in the inn. Fu Chuan had noticed that the old man's expression was very strange from the moment he entered, with a hint of cold and sinister smile at the corner of his mouth. Just now, behind those students, that smile became even more uncomfortable.

  Fujiang couldn't see what this old man was, but his hands were as cold as ice, absolutely not the body temperature that a normal person should have. Even if it's because of old age, it shouldn't be like this.

  After Fu Chuan moved in, he felt that something was off about this place. Everything here seemed to make people feel extremely uncomfortable, especially the portrait of a great man hanging in the center of the inn. It's not that there's anything wrong with the portrait of a great man, at least Fu Chuan knew that great men like him were extraordinary people who could overthrow an era. They weren't ordinary people, either born with supernatural powers or true dragons and immortals. Years ago, Fu Chuan had heard his grandfather tell a story about how several decades ago, the head of the Fu family went to Nanyang to meet friends. However, after arriving in Nanyang, he discovered that sorcery was rampant there, and sorcerers were everywhere. Some people worshipped Buddha deeply, while others worshipped local gods or even openly worshipped evil spirits and used their powers to harm people. At the time, the friend the head of the Fu family went to see was being pursued by enemies. It wasn't until the head of the Fu family intervened that his friend's life was saved. However, the evil spirit warned the head of the Fu family not to interfere too much. Later, the head of the Fu family gave his friend a colorful jade belt, hoping that he could wear it on his wrist to resolve this feud. At the time, the head of the Fu family didn't ask what had happened, and when he returned to China later, his friend died soon after. It's said that his corpse looked extremely gruesome. The head of the Fu family thought that things would end there, but he didn't expect that things wouldn't be so simple.

  Not long after, the wife of the sorcerer from Nanyang came to China with her son to find their ancestors, hoping that their ancestors could help them resolve this disaster. The ancestor did not want to take action at first, he knew that his friend was also a powerful sorcerer in Nanyang, and this time he was killed by someone's spell, the ancestor was also afraid of his own limited ability.

  The witch's wife told her ancestors that this matter actually originated from the feud between her husband and another black witch many years ago. That black witch was originally her husband's junior fellow apprentice, and they were very close at that time, and both had already started their own families. However, later on, her husband's junior fellow apprentice found out that his wife could not give birth to a child, and even if she did, the child would die in the womb and harm people's lives. In Southeast Asia, there is a saying that children who are unable to be born cannot reincarnate again. However, their sect had an extremely vicious method to resolve this disaster for pregnant women and fetuses.