About half an hour later, Mu Qingxiao walked around and found an outdoor tea stall. He found a seat and said, "Boss, give me a pot of good tea and a plate of pastries."
"Alright, please wait a moment."
Soon, the stall owner came over with a pot of hot tea and a plate of pastries. He smiled warmly and said, "Young Master, you must be out to play. The scenery of Qinchuan will definitely not disappoint you."
"It's the third month of spring. The scenery of Jiangnan is indeed not bad." Mu Qingxiao picked up the teacup and took a sip as he said calmly.
"Young Master is truly a man of character."
The stall owner was very friendly. He was not in a hurry and chatted as he sipped his tea.
After half an hour, the plate of pastries was finished and the two cups of tea were empty. Mu Qingxiao stood up and took out a piece of silver, placed it on the table, and turned to leave.
The stall owner went forward and looked at the silver on the table. He was about to say that he had given too much money, but the customer had already disappeared.
After leaving the tea stall, Mu Qingxiao followed the canal and walked to the west side of Qinchuan City. He did not come to Qinchuan just to see the scenery, but for another reason.
More than ten minutes later, standing in front of a small house, Mu Qingxiao fell into deep thought. On the left side of the house was a mansion with the words "Fang Mansion" on the plaque at the door.
Looking at the tightly shut door of the small house, Mu Qingxiao released his Divine Sense and checked the inside and outside of the house. There were no signs of anyone living there.
"It seems that Ouyang Shaogong has not returned. I can only wait a few more years. Let's go to Mount Bi first."
He shook his head slightly and sighed. Then, the surrounding space rippled slightly and his figure disappeared.
Originally, Mu Qingxiao's target was the other half of Leisure Villa, Yuheng. Midway, he thought that Ouyang Shaogong might appear in Qinchuan in the near future.
Therefore, Mu Qingxiao came here on the way. He was not surprised to meet the Fang siblings, but he was somewhat disappointed that he did not meet Ouyang Shaogong.
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Two days later, the sun rose from the east.
At this time, Mu Qingxiao saw a village in the mountains. The village did not occupy a large area, only a few dozen acres of land. It was estimated that only a few dozen people could live in it.
The village was completely separated from the nearby towns, isolated from the rest of the world. The periphery was surrounded by bamboo fences that were more than a meter high. There was no sense of security at all.
At this height, it could at most defend against some ordinary wild beasts. If there really were demons or ghosts causing trouble, perhaps no one in the village would be spared.
Therefore, demons and ghosts were pure nonsense. Otherwise, not to mention sending people to the town to report, it was unknown if there were any living people.
Speaking of which, it was strange. Cuiping Village was located at the foot of Mount Bi. It was impossible for there to be no wild beasts in the mountain. However, along the way, Mu Qingxiao did not even see an ordinary wild beast, let alone demons and ghosts.
However, the youths in the village kept dying strangely. There was something fishy going on.
The deaths of the youths caused the residents of the village to panic. They even had the intention of moving again.
In the end, because the elders in the village were unwilling to abandon the village and leave, the old village chief could only ask for help from the people in the nearby towns.
The mayor did not want to be involved in this matter, but he more or less had the means. He could only ask for help from the legendary cultivation sects through letters.
Looking at the small village in front of her, Mu Qingxiao could not help but look up at the top of Mount Bi.
Even though it was daytime and the sun was shining brightly, this place seemed lifeless. There was not even the sound of birds in the surroundings. The atmosphere was extremely strange.
Retracting her gaze, Mu Qingxiao stepped forward, pushed open the bamboo gate at the entrance of the village, and walked into the village.
Not long after, an old farmer appeared in her sight. He was about sixty years old, holding a hoe and farming in a small field. He seemed to be planting vegetables and fruit seedlings.
Mu Qingxiao glanced at the old man and walked forward, softly saying, "Old man, may I ask if this is Cuiping Village?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the old man raised his head, revealing a face full of wrinkles. His turbid eyes were filled with confusion.
After staring blankly for a moment, the old man put down the hoe in his hand and said, "Child, you're not from the village, are you?"
"Yes, I'm from outside the village."
Although the old man was old, it did not prevent them from communicating. However, when she heard the word "child," Mu Qingxiao's eyes could not help but twitch, feeling a bit strange.
"I didn't expect anyone to come to such a desolate place. However, the village has not been peaceful recently. This old man advises you to leave quickly."
As if thinking of something, a trace of fear flashed in the old man's eyes, and he began to persuade Mu Qingxiao to leave.
"Old man, I was invited by the mayor to help you solve the strange matter in the village. Please tell me the ins and outs of the matter."
"You … you're an immortal?"
Hearing Mu Qingxiao's words, the old man was excited. Wasn't the mayor inviting an immortal? He threw down the hoe in his hand and was about to kneel and kowtow to him.
This made Mu Qingxiao feel quite helpless. He hurriedly helped the old man up and said, "I don't dare to call myself an immortal. I'm just an ordinary person with some cultivation. There's no need to be like this."
"Immortal, we're already half-buried. Please save those pitiful children in the village." Thinking about how the young men in the village had died one by one, a pained expression appeared on the old man's face.
"I've come to solve this matter. Old man, please tell me what happened in the village."
"It's like this. Our Cuiping Mountain has always been peaceful, but for some reason, a month ago …"
From the old man's narration, Mu Qingxiao found out that in the past month, three young men had died in the village. They were not injured at all, and they had died mysteriously.
Moreover, before they died, these men all seemed to be muddle-headed, and they even wandered around the village in the middle of the night.
Before, the villagers had not taken this matter seriously, and only after the two young men had died did they start to take it seriously. So far, there were three men who had died.
After a simple understanding of what had happened, Mu Qingxiao thought for a moment. After learning the location of the Village Chief's house from the old man, he walked into the village.
A few minutes later, following the old man's directions, he quickly saw a small courtyard house. This was the Village Chief's residence.
The mud huts in the village and the courtyard house were not much different from the houses in the towns outside the village.
The Village Chief was an old man in his nineties. His hair was pure white, and after seeing Mu Qingxiao, he was extremely respectful. He even ordered his wife to prepare tea and pastries.
"There's no need for tea and pastries. Take me to see the bodies of the dead first."
"The bodies of the dead are in the backyard. Please come with me, immortal."
Mu Qingxiao followed behind the village chief and arrived at the backyard. His gaze narrowed as he looked around. There were three black coffins placed under a lush tree in the middle of the courtyard.
The lush foliage of the Guillotine Tree happened to block the sunlight that was pouring down, causing the atmosphere in the courtyard to be somewhat oppressive.
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