The villain's daily corpse collection

On the other side, Fairy Yunqiao knocked on one of the thatched huts in a friendly manner. After knocking a few times, no one answered.

Fairy Yunqiao coughed a few times to clear her throat, and then asked in a soft voice, "Miss, you forgot to bring back the mushrooms you just collected. I collected them for you."

After a while, there was still no response.

"Auntie, we have no ill intentions. We are just new to your place and want to learn about the local customs and practices so that we can better integrate into the place."

"Hiss——" Looking at Ming Hao's expression, it was obvious that Fairy Yunqiao was not used to speaking in this tone. She couldn't help but cross her arms and stroked her arms, feeling goose bumps all over the floor.

"I want to hit you!" When Fairy Yunqiao saw her like this, she bit her lip and prepared to make a hitting gesture.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the peasant woman who had just been collecting mushrooms stared blankly at the two people playing outside the door, then immediately picked up the basket, went into the house and closed the door. At the moment the door was closed, Ming Hao used his hands to hold the door frame.

"Auntie, why are you in such a hurry to close the door? We want to go into the house and ask for a bowl of water, is that convenient?" Fairy Yunqiao put away her hand, immediately switched to another voice, and lifted a corner of the veil.

The peasant woman saw the face under the brim of the hat, then looked around to see if there was anyone hiding beside them, and temporarily let down her guard.

I think even if a few young girls come, they can’t do anything to her.

"Come in quickly." The peasant woman invited them in, and the next moment the door was closed.

Fairy Yunqiao looked around the thatched cottage. Although small, it had everything needed for daily life. Although not exquisite, it had everything.

This village is not only not poor, it is even wealthy. Although the population seems sparse overall, the quality of life is much better than some villages outside.

But there is no spiritual energy here. For cultivators, this place is really mediocre.

The two of them visited the thatched cottage and formed a preliminary judgment of this Wumazi Village. The peasant woman drew a bucket of water from the well and poured two bowls of water for each of them.

"Drink it, and then you'd better leave. This place is not clean, and the land here will eat people." The peasant woman looked around and whispered to him, almost face to face. But her tone was firm, and she was definitely not joking.

Fairy Yunqiao and Minghao looked at each other, and Fairy Yunqiao asked, "Miss, what do you mean? It makes me feel creepy when you say that."

The peasant woman was about to say something when the door was opened from the outside. It was the hunter who had returned home. He had just carried a few pheasants to other households and returned with only one.

"Didn't I tell you not to pay attention to those outsiders? Don't you understand me, woman?" The hunter said fiercely, threw the pheasant on the table, pulled out the kitchen knife hanging on the wall and chopped it hard, and the pheasant's head flew out. Ming Hao quickly pulled Fairy Yunqiao over and stood in front of her.

Although he dodged the chicken head, a few drops of chicken blood still splashed onto Ming Hao's pink gown.

"You're not welcome. Bye." Ming Hao pulled Fairy Yunqiao out of the thatched cottage with an expressionless face.

"Miss, thank you for the water. We will leave first. See you again if we are lucky!" Fairy Yunqiao said goodbye formally.

After leaving the yard, Yunqiao took out his goose yellow handkerchief and wiped Minghao's clothes.

"You shouldn't have blocked it for me. It's not like there's any real danger. The clothes you're wearing are so light in color that it would be too obvious if they were stained with dirt. You can't tell whether the clothes I'm wearing are stained with blood or ink." She gestured at her dark green gown, which was embroidered with dark patterns. It looked luxurious and exquisite.

"Your identity is not meant for this." Ming Hao said seriously.

"What's your identity?" Fairy Yunqiao gently lifted her veil and approached Minghao. "At least outside, you and I are the same. We are both independent cultivators, right? As independent cultivators, do we still need to spend money to hire servants to serve us?"

“…Okay.” Ming Hao didn’t know what else to respond.

"Except for being a piece of wood, everything else about you is good." Yunqiao left after leaving.

The two brothers Xue Bo and Xue Ji went to a family that raised livestock, which seemed to be the richest family in the area.

The family had farmland, an old ox that was skilled in its business, a chicken coop, a group of hens that were busy hatching eggs, and a big, heroic rooster with a fiery red crown on its head.

The two knocked on the door, and an old man playing with his grandson came out.

"Grandpa, we are passing by here and would like to stay overnight. Is it convenient for you?" Xue Ji spoke first.

"It's not convenient, it's not convenient." The old man sent his grandson to play somewhere else, and then said, "Go back to where you came from! We don't welcome outsiders here, go away, go away!"

"Hey! I say, you old man, you are so old, why don't you have any sympathy? We have been hungry here for a whole day..." Xue Bo couldn't help but speak loudly, but was interrupted by Xue Ji.

"Grandpa, we are not bad people. We just want to find a place to live and have a hot meal. But!" Xue Ji emphasized, "We will never eat and drink for free. We are strong and healthy and can work in the fields!"

"...You're not welcome there either. Go, go, go!" The old man seemed to hesitate for a moment, and the next moment he still used his hands to push the two brothers away from a courtyard gate.

"Dad? What are you doing?" At this time, a voice came from behind. The person who came was a middle-aged man.

He held a tablet in his hand, with the side with inscriptions close to his body.

The old man glanced at the tablet, as if some memory had been awakened, but when he thought about it carefully, there was nothing.

"Let them go, go." He shook his head and went into the house.

"My father is right. You'd better go back. The feng shui here is bad. He is afraid that it will affect the fortunes of the two adults." The middle-aged man explained the old man's behavior and said that he did not mean any harm.

"We can stay and work, feeding the chickens and farming are no problem. We only ask you to provide food and accommodation, and we don't ask for any compensation... no more than three days! We promise to leave here after three days." Xue Bo saw that the middle-aged man was relatively easy to talk to, so he took advantage of the situation and pursued him.

“But, everything here will gradually affect you… In short, you can only leave if you…” The middle-aged man couldn’t finish the words when they came to his lips. It seemed as if something was stuck in his throat, and he began to cough violently.

"It's okay. We will bear all the consequences ourselves. Thank you for your consideration. What's your name, brother?" Xue Bo patted the middle-aged man's shoulder to show his friendliness.

"My last name is Wu Ze." The middle-aged man calmed down and introduced himself.

"Wu Ze? Brother Wu Ze, your name is quite interesting." Xue Bo smiled and said, "My name is Xue Bo, and his name is Xue Ji. I'm sorry to bother you these few days."

"I'm Xue Ji." Xue Ji repeated, "My brother and I look exactly the same. If I don't tell you, can you tell us apart?"

"This..." Wu Ze looked carefully, "The two of you seem to have different auras. It's not difficult to tell them apart if you look closely like this."

"Brother Wu Ze, ignore him, he's just joking. Can we go in first? Let's see if there's anything else we can do today."

Xue Bo wanted to settle down as soon as possible. After Wu Ze agreed to their request, he no longer refused and directly brought them into the yard.

There was no woman in this household, Xue Bo found out and asked about it. Wu Ze sighed and said, "There was a disaster in the village a few days ago, and there were no women at that time."

"What kind of disaster is so serious?" Xue Ji widened his eyes.

"A strong wind blew here. It swept away everything here... The pigsty was gone, the sheep pen was gone, and my wife was gone too."

His tone was flat and his words were plain, but the sadness could not be hidden between his words.

Xue Bo and Xue Ji looked at each other, and Xue Bo said, "My condolences."

Wu Ze replied, "It's just an old story. Let's not talk about it anymore and don't spoil everyone's fun."

He took the two of them to a mud house at the back, where there was a slightly wide earthen kang.

"You can stay here tonight. My family is one of the better ones in this village... But seeing your extraordinary temperament, you must be nobles. It's really unfair for you to live in a place like mine."

"How could that be? This is my first time visiting a farmer's house. So what should we do now?" Xue Ji asked.

"It's sunny this morning. I've fed the chickens and watered the vegetable garden. I have a cornfield near my house. How about... can you help me pick the corn?"

"No problem, leave it to us." Xue Bo pulled Xue Ji out.

"Wait," Wu Ze stopped the two brothers, "Eat some dry food first. There's still some time before dinner. Didn't you say you're always hungry?"

As he said this, he handed a bundle to Xue Bo. Xue Bo saw that there were white breads inside and was speechless for a moment.

Looks like he's quite rich, is that all?

"Oh, there's one more thing." Wu Ze went to the next room. While the two brothers were still secretly betting on what to add to the meal, he came out and handed a kettle to Xue Bo.

"Eating only biscuits will be very dry. Come, bring some water." Wu Ze seemingly put a rope through the kettle so that people could wear it cross-body and free their hands.

Xue Bo Xue Ji: "...Thank you."

The two were led to a corn field and stopped. Wu Ze gave them instructions and left. The two brothers then noticed the towering corn fields, some of which were two heads taller than them.

"Brother...how did the corn grow? It's too exaggerated." Xue Ji was in the cornfield again, as if he was walking through a dense forest.

The sky turned gloomy, there was no rain, but there were gusts of cold wind.

"Let's dig it up first, mainly to see if there are any new discoveries." Xue Bo started to work. "The more places like this, the more likely it is to dig up something big. After all, we have come to the secret realm, not to do farm work."

Xue Ji nodded and started to pick corn.

Yu Xuanzi took An Wanshan on a tour of the entire village. Although the village seemed to be crowded with people, it seemed that there were only five households at most.

Yuxuanzi roughly understood how the "five" in Wumazi Village came from, but the stone tablet looked very old. Could it be that there have always been only five households here?

At this time, a man carrying a large bundle of firewood passed by. The woman next to him supported the overgrown firewood with her hands to prevent the man from exhausting his strength and being crushed.

An Wanshan was the first to go up and say hello: "Hello, uncle and aunt, we are from outside the city, passing through here, and would like to ask for food and lodging. I wonder if you can make it convenient for us?"

The man ignored her. The bundle of wood was too heavy and he didn't have the energy to reply. The woman next to him glanced at her and shook her head gently, "No, it's not very convenient. I'm sorry."

"Let me help. I can also collect firewood. Whatever you need, my seniors and I can do it."

They obviously also realized that in order to break through this level, they must start with the indigenous people here, pry open their mouths, dig out the secrets, leave here, and get better rewards.

They kept pestering each other for a long way, and finally the woman couldn't resist her sweet talk and agreed to let the two of them chop wood in exchange for three meals and accommodation.

An Wanshan was obviously better at communicating with people than Yu Xuanzi, perhaps because young ladies from aristocratic families often interacted with all kinds of people. Yu Xuanzi not only acquiesced to her approach, but also began to realize that she did not rely entirely on others to enter the secret realm, and she also had her own strengths.

Although the house was simple, the couple seemed to be in harmony, probably because the husband was a man of few words, and so was the wife. Even when they did communicate, they spoke in soft, gentle, and calm voices.

An Wanshan could tell from the furnishings in the house that the two had been childhood sweethearts and had been together ever since. Many of their old childhood items were still neatly stored away.

Today's firewood has been brought back, and it's time to chop wood. Yu Xuanzi rolled up his sleeves, picked up the axe and started chopping wood. He didn't slack off at all because of his position as a sect elder. An Wanshan squatted aside to help wash clothes and beat the sheets with a mallet.

"This kind of relationship is really enviable." An Wanshan couldn't help but sigh when he saw the couple cooking together in the kitchen.

Yu Xuanzi casually replied, "Do you also want a relationship like this?"

"That... not really." An Wanshan raised his lips, "It's enough to look at other people's feelings like this. I have too many things to do. If I can successfully pass through this secret realm this time, I will be one step closer to inheriting the position of King An Qian."

Yu Xuanzi found it interesting: "You look young and not very tall, but I didn't expect you to have such big ambitions."

"Senior, people's ambitions may not be there from the beginning. It's just that at some unexpected moment, they suddenly become enlightened, and it's like a blazing fire is ignited here."

She pointed to her heart and said, "Later, even if the flame was forcibly extinguished, it would leave a deep mark, and the fire would be planted from then on."

Yu Xuanzi laughed dumbly: "You told me this, aren't you afraid that I will tell others?"

"Senior, you are the elder of Lin'an Palace and are highly respected. Naturally, many people will believe what you say. But I just believe that you won't tell anyone." An Wanshan smiled confidently.

"Do you trust me so much?" Yu Xuanzi asked.

"Well... this is a special intuition, I just know it." An Wanshan said mysteriously.

Le Zhi and Jian Sui walked in the cold wind. They found that although there seemed to be many people here, it was because there were many houses, but in fact there were not many people.

"I should have asked Sister Mo to come along just now. I feel this place is spooky and not a good place." Le Zhi regretted it deeply.

These empty thatched houses are like ghost towns left over from war, with mold growing on everything in the houses, snakes and rats lurking, and spider webs everywhere. The layout of the houses is similar, but they all have one thing in common.

"I feel like there are signs that someone has lived here before, but there is no one around. Where did the people who lived here before go?" Le Zhi lifted the spider webs and looked at the furnishings in the house in confusion.