Alibuda Chronicles Part 1: Volume 8, Chapter 7

Chapter Seven: The Shadowy Mist

The entire situation unfolded in considerable complexity. However, besides ransacking the village, the group of apprentice priests seemed to have extended their search beyond the village walls.

Because they hadn't spent much time interacting with the villagers, their information was incomplete. They only knew that the village was temporarily protected by a high-ranking monk's protective barrier. During their search, they unexpectedly discovered a strange aura; the sensation of light magic led them to a tattered talisman.

Sharing the same lineage of magic, they naively believed that the incomplete seal allowed the demon to break through and emerge. They reasoned that if a new seal were placed over the old one, the demon could be completely suppressed, eliminating the threat forever.

Ignorance is a sin, and the consequences of overestimating their abilities were severe. The moment they tore off the old seal and before they could even cast a new spell, the unexpected happened.

The pact with humanity had been broken. Sensing this, the horde of ghosts awoke from their slumber, rapidly gathering from the nearby forests, emitting piercing howls as they pounced on the living. The first victims were those who had broken the pact.

In their past training, many of them had followed the monks of the Cihang Jingdian Temple in exorcism and purification rituals, and should have been accustomed to the undead. However, apprenticeship under the protection of their mentor was entirely different from facing the ghosts' attacks alone.

Using weapons unblessed and unpraised to slay the ghosts was utterly ineffective; and the three apprentice priests' chanting speed was completely outmatched by the ghosts' onslaught, especially with their trembling voices. Their utter defeat was inevitable. Almost immediately upon contact, the horde of ghosts, formed amidst their howls, tore apart two swordsmen with their sharp claws.

When a creature dies and becomes a ghost, it doesn't necessarily retain its memories and consciousness from its previous life. Often, it becomes a dazed and confused being, reduced to an evil creature that only knows how to chase after the aura of the living. The thing richest in the essence of the living is freshly torn flesh and blood, so ghostly attacks operate according to this pattern. Naturally, to humans, such dismembered limbs and mutilated corpses are a terror enough to shatter one's will to fight.

The remaining survivors fled frantically towards the village, screaming and shouting all the way, followed by a group of bloodthirsty ghosts. If they hadn't run back to the village in time and received protection, they would probably have all become a bunch of madmen even if they had escaped.

The village seemed to be surrounded by a barrier, which appeared to be a form of light magic, but I couldn't sense the divine aura it should have. However, all the ghosts were kept outside the village, baring their fangs and claws, changing into terrifying forms, and emitting mournful screams, but they couldn't break in.

"Wow, that was close! Luckily they can't get in."

"Are you crazy, uncle? We're stuck here now."

I'm not a dark mage, but my understanding of the undead, ghosts, and dark magic is far greater than these novice priests. Ghosts usually wander, but if they have a particular source of attraction, they'll instinctively move towards it like moths to a flame. Now, Mist Valley Village has become that source; all the ghosts and evil spirits in the entire mountain area are heading this way. Just looking out now, the number is already more than a hundred ghosts.

"While the ghosts haven't fully coalesced, we still have a chance to fight our way out. Violet's lightning is much more effective than knights' swords. Now..."

My suggestion was cut short because a meddlesome middle-aged man answered that stupid Xue's question.

"What? What will happen here if we leave? The whole village will probably be massacred. You saw what those vengeful spirits look like; they're already so resentful. If they break through the barrier, they won't just come in and clap hands with everyone, will they?"

Because of this, Ah Xue pulled me back, begging me to stay. I couldn't refuse, because anyone would immediately give in if begged by a pair of powerful wrists.

Not only those apprentice shrine maidens, but the entire village of Misty Valley was on the verge of a mental breakdown. After discovering that the ghosts had completely surrounded the village, every villager went mad, clutching their hair and wailing.

"Ghosts, ghosts are back..."

"The ghosts are going to kill our loved ones again! No, don't kill my son..."

"The day hasn't come yet! Why have they come so early..."

Their eyes were unfocused, saliva dripping from their mouths. The villagers' consciousness collapsed the moment they heard the ghosts had returned. The day the ghosts first appeared and attacked the village years ago seemed to have caused heavy casualties, leaving a deep scar on the villagers.

Supply wasn't a problem for the time being, but the situation didn't improve. It's hard to say which experience is more terrifying: being surrounded and howling with hundreds of vengeful spirits, or being amidst a hundred thousand enemy soldiers. However, forced to remain in Mist Valley Village, there was very little we could do.

Exorcism was beyond our capabilities, and the reason the ghosts couldn't enter was because of the village's barrier, which was irrelevant to us. In other words, until the contract for the ghosts to officially enter the village to claim the secret treasure was due, we could only wait and see.

Of course, some refused to believe in the supernatural. One apprentice priest, along with two sword-wielding assassins, refused to sit and wait to die and tried to break out by chanting incantations. In the blink of an eye, their bodies were reduced to shreds, like those gnawed by merfolk.

Among all the villagers, Old Man Jin's family maintained at least some semblance of rationality. Perhaps because they were responsible for negotiating with the ghosts each time, they had become more composed and were even able to help us maintain order.

Ah Xue's behavior was a bit strange. Although she was usually a bit silly, she seemed to really like the Jin family's baby. She'd often run over there to play with the child, and when she saw me, she'd inexplicably blush and run away. I had no idea what she was thinking.

The most annoying person among them was Mao Yan'an. The uncle seemed completely oblivious, spending his days playing his zither and singing, as if the ghosts surrounding him had nothing to do with him.

"That's life," he said. "You don't necessarily die when you think you're going to die. You often die in unexpected places, and that's what makes it interesting..."

Interesting? I bet the uncle was secretly hiding something from us, probably a plan to escape when the ghosts broke through the barrier. So I secretly instructed Violet to keep a close eye on the uncle's every move, lest he sneak away.

Ah Xue's personality is too naive and kind; how can she compare to the cunning old fox that is Uncle? I'd rather trust Violet's intelligence and intelligence. Having her keep an eye on things could be a surprise attack, catching Mao Yan'an off guard. After our trip to the Southern Barbarians, my relationship with this leopard has improved considerably, and we can maintain a friendly relationship for now.

This plan isn't bad. The very night I entrusted Violet with this task, just as I was about to close my eyes to rest, Violet suddenly appeared, growling softly, urging me to follow her outside.

My guess was right. At this time when everyone was asleep, Old Man Jin and Mao Yan'an secretly went to a secluded corner, whispering to each other.

To avoid being discovered, I had to be cautious, eavesdropping from a distance. Their voices were muffled, but I could still hear them clearly.

Old Jin, puffing on his pipe, looked at the person opposite him with unease on his wrinkled face. "Things... it's been so many years, but I've never forgotten that day..."

"I can see that, old friend. You really should have forgotten these things sooner. Remembering them is no good for you, your family, or the entire Misty Valley Village,"

Mao Yan'an said casually. But for some reason, his smile at that moment seemed to me nothing but "insidious."

“But, Old Mao, I don’t think this is the right thing to do…”

“If you think saying this will change anything, you can say those words to those ghosts. I, Mao Yan’an, am just a worthless life, it doesn’t matter to me.”

The two talked for a while, with Old Jin repeatedly worrying about one thing, while the uncle advised him to forget about it as soon as possible, not to mention it again, not to think about it again, otherwise it would endanger the whole village. To be honest, some of the words sounded like a threat. From the timid expression on Old Jin’s face as he spoke, secretly glancing at Mao Yan’an, I was certain that the uncle must have done something wicked in Fog Valley Village back then, most likely…

“Burying… there, I’m afraid…”

“Shut up! Didn’t I tell you not to mention it again?”

Old Jin’s sentence was cut short by the uncle’s stern face, the most important word hidden in his words. The atmosphere between the two became tense, and they fell silent. Even so, I had already grasped the situation and knew who had the ghost treasure of Fog Valley Village.

(You bastard Mao Yan'an, I'll remember this...)

The truth of the whole matter isn't certain yet, but at least the most crucial point has been confirmed. I patted Violet as a reward, telling it to keep a close eye on Old Man Jin and Uncle, because those two might go treasure hunting. If the ghosts break through the barrier, I might have to use that secret treasure to save my life.

The barrier around the village doesn't seem as strong as we expected, especially after the contract was destroyed. The ghost horde is slowly but surely advancing, gradually shrinking the encirclement. In the fog... The grotesque figures grew clearer with each passing moment, and the piercing wails echoed constantly in my ears.

Perhaps it was my imagination, but I often saw the vengeful spirits at the village entrance shifting forms, vaguely revealing the face of a wailing woman. It's highly likely… that's the source of the gathering vengeful spirits.

At the time of the battle, Violet was our strongest asset, but if Xue's magic could improve even a little, it would be a great help to us. This woman has finally become a bit more self-aware lately; without me prompting her, she'll proactively study some basic introductory magic.

Uncle It's better to let her know about that issue sooner rather than later. Although Ah Xue is simple and innocent, she wouldn't be foolish enough to confront the uncle after hearing something. Being mentally prepared will help me be on guard.

Also, it's necessary to talk to Ah Xue. These past two days, I don't know if she's gone crazy playing with the baby, but she's been hiding from me, sneaking around doing who-knows-what. I can't underestimate her ability to cause trouble; I need to keep a close eye on everything.

Speaking of which, I really want to sigh. While I wouldn't call myself a lecherous person, my sexual desires are certainly... With such a beautiful woman like Ah Xue by my side, and Violet no longer getting in the way, it was only natural that we spent every night in passion.

Ah Xue was beautiful, with a hot and voluptuous figure, fair and delicate skin, and high sensitivity; she was indeed a very good bed partner. It was just a pity that her virginity was still intact, and her vagina remained tightly closed, so I could only find pleasure in her plump, white buttocks.

I have a wide range of tastes and am not averse to anal sex, but the frequent sexual encounters with Ah Xue probably exceeded the sum of all my previous similar experiences, and sometimes when I think about it, I really feel quite annoyed.

"Ah Xue, open the door, I..."

I started to say, but before the person inside could react, I pushed hard, forcing my way in amidst gasps of surprise. Now that I had control over this woman's mind and body, I wasn't going to let her keep any secrets. Partly, I was afraid she'd inexplicably cause me trouble; partly, I didn't want to see my prize slip through my fingers. Many men are too trusting of their women, and end up dying without knowing why.

Breaking down the door has the advantage of a surprise attack. I pushed the door open, and the first thing I saw was Ah Xue sitting on the disheveled bed, holding a baby, looking at me with shock and fear.

"Master...Master."

"What's wrong? Why such a strange expression? Can't a master do a surprise check?"

I looked around, seeing nothing suspicious, and of course, no adulterer. I casually asked, "What have you been doing all alone in the room? Have you practiced what I told you to practice?"

"The baby's mother said she's busy and asked me to look after the child and feed him something."

Ah Xue seemed very nervous. I followed her gaze to the table and saw a blue-and-white porcelain bowl filled with a milky white, fragrant liquid. Before I could ask, Ah Xue blushed and explained,

"This is... something the baby's mother left for me to feed the baby when he's hungry."

I find babies repulsive and don't want to waste time interacting with them, nor do I want Ah Xue to waste her energy on them. Besides, even the baby's mother can't be bothered to take care of him; it's ridiculous for others to interfere.

"Oh? Milk for the baby? Quite a lot. I didn't realize that bitch... I didn't realize that woman was so productive. Hey, you didn't secretly drink some yourself, did you?"

My question made Ah Xue blush, and she couldn't answer. She just kept shaking her head. I didn't want to argue about this anymore. Since the baby girl had been soothed to sleep and wouldn't wake up and make a fuss for a while, I had Ah Xue put her aside and then asked her about her progress in her cultivation these past few days.

"I... I've been practicing very diligently, starting with the most basic spells..."

Unlike before, this time Ah Xue was very cooperative in her studies. Although her thoughts were simple, her intelligence remained as sharp as ever, and her learning progress was naturally quite good. When her cultivation progressed to a certain level, she would be able to slowly guide the magic power hidden deep within her body, and then she would advance by leaps and bounds, incomparable

to her current state. However, seeing how excited she was, I felt something was amiss. Undoubtedly, she had no resistance to practicing dark magic, but her attitude shouldn't have changed so drastically, especially the rule that required sacrificing the blood of living beings during daily practice. There was no reason for her not to complain to me.

(She's talking so fast, what is she trying to hide? Could it be...?

With a thought, I suddenly reached out and grabbed Ah Xue's right arm, lifting the sleeve up. Under the light, more than a dozen bright red cuts crisscrossed her wrist, clearly from a dagger. The newest one hadn't scabbed over yet and was still bleeding.)

"What is this?"

"..."

"What about the chickens and ducks that Uncle and I give you every day? Those are offerings for you, and you haven't used any of them?"

Although she didn't answer, Ah Xue's tightly pursed lips and the hint of tears in her eyes were enough for me to understand everything. A surge of anger rushed to my head, and in my rage, I wanted to slap her.

I raised my hand, but couldn't bring myself to do it. I caught sight of the little one sleeping soundly at the corner of the bed, and immediately found my target, wanting to strike her hard. But Ah Xue was faster, snatching the baby away first, leaving my hand to strike the bedboard empty.

"Master!"

Her pleading voice was filled with obvious fear. My anger didn't disappear, but after venting a little, I had some space to calm down. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself down.

"You... give me a reason not to get angry."

"I... I don't want to kill, and I don't want to sacrifice anything."

"Are you an idiot! What do you think you're practicing now? Dark magic requires sacrifice and offerings. You've released all the offerings, what kind of nonsense are you practicing? You chose to practice dark magic yourself, and you're already backing out?"

"I don't regret it. I chose to practice dark magic myself, but even so, I still want to protect life."

Holding the baby girl protectively in her arms, Ah Xue raised her head and said stubbornly and persistently, "When cultivating, sacrifices are required, but only a certain amount of living blood is needed. It doesn't mean that killing is necessary. There's no need to sacrifice a life for this."

Rebuked, my anger surged again, and I almost shouted in exasperation,

"So you'll use your own blood instead? You're crazy! If you're so reluctant to kill, why don't you eat vegetarian food normally? Even if you're vegetarian, it's still killing. Then start fasting from today. That way, in the end, besides you, this big-breasted monster, no other life will be sacrificed."

"It's not like that."

Placing the baby girl back on the corner of the bed, Ah Xue knelt in front of me, looking at me anxiously.

"Ah Xue knows that she has chosen... what kind of path she has chosen. Perhaps one day in the future, I too will have to sacrifice certain things, certain... lives, to gain more. But before that day comes, if we can save as many lives as possible, why not?"

She whispered, gently shaking my hand, pleadingly asking, "Is this... really not okay?"

Perhaps considering my feelings, Ah Xue avoided the word "save," using the more realistic term "exchange." This thoughtfulness is a hallmark of her.

I should blame myself for not recognizing her true nature. Knowing her personality, I should have watched her slaughter animals for sacrifice, or simply given her a bowl of raw blood. Although it wouldn't be as effective as a cultivator personally performing the sacrifice, it would still be better than this self-destructive method of cultivation.

Thinking back to that day, holding the Myriad Spirit Blood Pearl, her delicate body trembling, yet almost without hesitation, she stabbed herself, letting her hot blood spill onto the pearl. Seemingly fragile, yet possessing an unwavering persistence, what could I possibly use to force such a seemingly delicate woman to change?

This thought instantly disheartened me. But looking at Ah Xue's tearful face, my anger dissipated. Though my face maintained a serious expression, my heart had calmed down.

"Perhaps you're right. Dark magic has many paths, each with its own unique training methods. Maybe one of them can even allow a naive girl like you to survive."

I wasn't giving up. Having finally led Ah Xue down this path, there was no reason to back down. I just knew that coercion was useless; I could only use gentle persuasion.

In terms of taste, I'm someone who pursues dark aesthetics. Although I'm not fanatically obsessed with the aesthetics of destruction, I prefer watching flowers fall and be trampled into the mud rather than admiring their vibrant bloom.

Watching someone's descent into depravity and the process gives me pleasure, especially how far a proud, holy priestess could go on this dark path of corruption. Just imagining it is exciting.

I love Xue, but I won't give up on this basic idea; I will continue to implement it.

Currently, Xue's training focuses on the techniques of the undead and spirits. Necromancy is only a branch of dark magic, not the whole picture, but at this critical juncture, it may be the most practical technique, so I actively discuss and study it with Xue.

"Every night, I can still hear the voices of those children. If I can make progress in necromancy, I can soothe their anxiety..."

Xue's words, which were for this reason, made me think of something strange. If the spirits of those winged children are still around Xue, clinging to her, then it is very likely that they can recreate the terrifying power of the Great Sun Mirror. As long as this tactic can be implemented, the hundreds of ghosts outside the village are nothing.

With the basic tactical direction in mind, I wanted to have a deeper discussion with Xue, but unfortunately, the baby girl started crying loudly.

"Oh dear..."

Ah Xue exclaimed, her face suddenly turning red. She then pleaded with me to leave, not to frighten the child any further. I found it strange, but knew it wasn't appropriate to push too hard, so I withdrew as she asked.

From that night on, I had Ah Xue focus on practicing necromancy. Although we tried our best and hoped to achieve something, tragedy struck again. The next morning, more victims appeared in the village.

Even though they were already surrounded by the horde of ghosts, some people still refused to believe it and tried to break out. The two remaining apprentice priests, along with their companions, refused to stay in the village and be devoured by the raging ghost horde on the day of the contract. They insisted on breaking out to survive.

They had at least some self-awareness, knowing that their magic was insufficient to withstand the combined attack of hundreds of ghosts. Rushing out would only lead to the same fate as their companions, so they changed their tactics. They first captured a few villagers as bait to attract the ghost horde's attention, while they used the opportunity to break out. Among those captured was... Jin Hanliang's wife.

The entire operation was disrupted by Mao Yan'an, who was awake in the middle of the night. His cries attracted the villagers, leading to a standoff. Although the uncle's words later provoked them and distracted them, Violet Lightning darted out and bit off the throat of a trainee priest, causing chaos, we were still a step too late. The remaining few, driven to madness, dragged several hostages and rushed out of the village.

Although they were just trainees, the priests of the Temple of Light still possessed a certain level of competence. The chanted hymns and scriptures formed a shallow light screen, protecting them. The ghostly horde seemed somewhat afraid of this holy light screen, which carried a sacred aura, and dared not approach too closely, fearing that they would be vaporized and their souls scattered by the holy light due to the elemental clash.

If they only needed to face three or five ghosts, they could say they had the upper hand, but when the number of ghosts was a hundred times that, it was a different story.

"Tear—" A crisp cracking sound rang out as a withered hand, like white bone, pierced the fragile light barrier. Through the mist, I vaguely saw the owner of that arm: a woman with half a skull face. She appeared to be middle-aged, with only half her face still fleshy, possessing a certain beauty. A deep bloodstain ran across her neck. Her tattered clothes were a fashionable style from years ago, quite luxurious, suggesting she came from a wealthy family—not something one would expect from the mountainous region near Misty Valley Village.

Appearing and disappearing intermittently, judging from the commotion among the ghosts, this woman was likely the core of the ghost horde. The villagers' expressions of terror at the moment she appeared further confirmed my suspicion that something was amiss.

"Ahhh—" A large number of vengeful spirits surged into the breach in the light barrier, rotting flesh and bones. Amidst the pitiful wails, we lost our last survivors.

From the moment people rushed out of the village to being reduced to an unrecognizable mass of flesh and blood, only a few blinks of an eye passed.

I felt a pang of pity, but I was busy comforting Ah Xue, who was sobbing on my shoulder.

"How could this happen..."

Mao Yan'an slammed his fist against the wall beside him, sighing bitterly. His expression was incredibly heavy, but only he knew how much of it truly resonated with him.

Compared to Mao Yan'an's reaction, the villagers seemed dazed, like a group of walking corpses, shaking their heads, sighing with their hands hanging limply, as if they were numb to the tragedy before them, or perhaps they had a premonition that they too would soon suffer the same fate, slowly returning to their houses.

Old Man Jin and his son appeared much more normal, especially Jin Hanliang. He slowly reached out, as if trying to pull something back, his lips trembling, tears welling in his eyes, his dry throat unable to utter a sound. The look of terror and grief on his face lingered in my memory.

Seemingly knowing his mother was gone, the baby wailed in his grandfather's arms. The cries seemed insignificant amidst the increasingly piercing howls of ghosts outside the village, but to our ears, they were more profound than anything else.

Lying on my shoulder, Ah Xue blushed and her body reacted involuntarily after hearing the baby cry.

She seemed eager to hold and comfort the baby, but in the end, she watched as the Jin father and son took the infant home. Tonight must have been a very difficult night for the three of them.

"Master, could you…"

Ah Xue seemed to want to ask me something, but immediately shut her mouth, took out the spell booklet I had prepared for her from her pocket, and quickly ran back to her room. It seemed she had already realized that it was better to rely on oneself than others; being able to master a little dark magic before the contract deadline was more useful than anything else.

I, as her teacher, am very honored that my beautiful female disciple has such self-awareness. However, if things continue like this, I will lose my standing. To steer things in a better direction, I have things I must do.

"Hey, uncle, let's talk. Don't point your stinky sword that's been soaking in foot bath water at me."

"Oh, my dear nephew, why aren't you sleeping at night or enjoying your time with Xue'er? What are you doing here?"

When I pushed open Mao Yan'an's door late at night, I saw him sitting at the table, sipping coarse tea, waiting for my arrival.

"What exactly did you hide here? What is the ghosts' secret treasure? Don't tell me you don't know."

I sneered, "I just checked, there's no barrier around the village. The vengeful spirits haven't entered the village because they're keeping their promise, but that promise was broken this year. If the vengeful spirits rush in, we're doomed. For everyone's sake, you'd better tell me what you've been hiding." "

I don't understand what you're talking about. I haven't done anything heinous. "

"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place. I just didn't want to embarrass you too much in front of Xue, so I'm saving you some face. If you won't tell, I'll call everyone in Misty Valley Village out so we can all hear what you have to say."

The two were locked in a standoff, the tense atmosphere finally broken by the uncle himself.

"I...I don't know what you're asking, but if you really want to know about the village's past, then I can tell you some other people's stories."

His tone was low, and his expression was very serious. He repeatedly told me that this was someone else's business, definitely not something that happened to him, before he began to speak.

"I need to make it clear first, this is someone else's business, not something that happened to me."

"Okay, how many times do you need to say it?"

"This is my friend's secret. I promised him I wouldn't tell anyone else. Now I'm telling you, so you can't tell anyone else."

"Shut up! Tell me everything you've done in the past!"

I doubt you can believe five and a half out of ten things this uncle says, especially self-confessions like this.

It's not just him; when people are involved in such private matters, they often use other people's names to tell their own stories. I'm sick and tired of excuses like "something that happened to someone else," "something that happened to my friend," or "something that happened to my friend's friend."

"Once upon a time, there was a man who was well-versed in literature..."

"Ah, what a coincidence, I also know a well-versed man, and he's a man too."

The old story told by the uncle, purely as a confession, lacked the originality of a villain.

A young man from humble beginnings, who studied hard, learned to paint well, and played the piano well, determined to rise above his circumstances and never live a life of hardship again.

"To get closer to his dream, that handsome man left his hometown and went to the Golden Flower Federation to develop his career, and finally, with his outstanding talent, he began to stand out..."

"Hmm? The Golden Flower Federation? Isn't that you, Uncle?"

For a young man with no background or connections, the fastest way to change his social class, besides passing the civil service exam, is to marry a noblewoman. Desperate to escape the nightmare of poverty, the man targeted a count's daughter. After painstaking efforts and resorting to various unethical methods, he finally won her heart and body, becoming her son-in-law.

"The man possessed the wealth he had always dreamed of, but couldn't bear the shame of marrying into the count's family. Although handsome and somewhat reluctant to leave his wife, he ultimately decided to abscond with all his treasures and abandon her."

"Uncle, that handsome man is you! It's you!"

The man absconded with a large sum of gold and silver, abandoning his wife who had just given birth, to start anew in a distant land.

However, things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. Completely unfamiliar with business transactions, his assets dwindled, and in a speculative gamble, he lost everything, becoming penniless once more.

To evade his creditors, the man was forced to live a nomadic life. But more than a decade after leaving the Golden Flower Federation, while he was making a living selling paintings in a small town, a woman appeared before him.

His wife, who had traveled thousands of miles to find him, demanded the return of his most precious treasure. The man was unwilling from the bottom of his heart, but to avoid alarming others, and seeing his wife's beautiful clothes and expensive jewelry, a wicked thought suddenly arose in his mind. He used the excuse of returning her things to take her to a secluded place.

"...That day, in the woods, behind a giant tree, the man, with a chilling aura, took out a handkerchief and covered his wife's mouth and nose. Because the woman resisted fiercely, he couldn't help but press harder and harder, until the man realized his wife had stopped struggling..."

As if speaking of a hidden pain in his heart, Mao Yan'an's expression was extremely gloomy, even his voice carrying a hint of the ghostly.

"...Why did this happen? Actually, that man didn't intend to kill her. He just wanted to knock her unconscious, steal her money, and run away. Why did she die so easily?"

"That man? I said that man is you. Are you deaf?"

I tried hard to control my patience, but things were already so obvious, and this man was still being so secretive and indecisive. It was infuriating. If I hadn't been barely holding back, I would have grabbed the man and strangled him to death.

The rest of the story wasn't particularly special. The man who accidentally killed her took all her money and then buried her with his accomplice. But unexpectedly, a few days later, a thick fog began to descend on the town.

Frankly, it wasn't a particularly thrilling story. Considering this as the man's past, I even felt it was too bland. With the man's talent and temperament, he should have committed far more horrific crimes, involving hundreds or thousands of lives—that would have been more worthy of his status.

However, there's no point in talking about this now. Based on the information the uncle gave me, I've started to figure out how to use this information to deal with the negotiations on the day of the contract.

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