Chapter 6: The Mysterious Immortal

Withered yellow leaves fell from the tree at the ancestral hall's entrance, swept by the wind towards the villagers. The candlelight on the altar began to sway, as if tiny yellow figures were dancing on the candle tips.

The villagers huddled together in fear. The Taoist priest also panicked, picking up his peach wood sword and waving it around aimlessly, not knowing what he was doing.

The plague-stricken villagers suddenly started wailing in agony on the ground, making everyone even more terrified.

The village chief shouted, "Master, what's happening?"

The priest swallowed hard, "They're coming… they're coming!"

The villagers panicked, "Who? Who's coming?"

Everyone was scared and in chaos. The priest shouted, "Don't panic, don't panic! Stay together. We have more people; they will fear us. Now, men enter the ancestral hall and hold the ancestral tablets, form a circle, and women and children stay in the center."

The village chief urgently commanded, "Quick… go… do as the master says!"

They formed a circle. The Taoist priest grabbed a bunch of incense, knelt on the altar, and didn't move, sweat pouring down his forehead, each drop larger than the last.

Suddenly, the infected villagers stood up and ran towards the village entrance. The village chief panicked and questioned the priest, but the priest remained silent, standing there.

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The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and a woman's singing voice echoed around the ancestral hall.

"Red clothes to marry her beloved… After bowing to heaven and earth, they wed… The beloved unexpectedly took the ghostly path… The beloved wife forced to see her beloved… The child became a ghost baby."

After finishing the song, she added, "I won't spare you even as a ghost!"

The villagers recognized the voice, "Isn't this Yang Jian's wife, Ruo Lan? She's back for revenge?"

The village chief raised his cane and shouted, "Hmph, for hundreds of years in this village, women… marry a chicken, follow the chicken; marry a dog, follow the dog. When the man dies, she must be buried with him…"

Before the village chief could finish, a red veil mysteriously fell on his head, and a long branch instantly pierced his throat.

The priest spat out blood at the same moment.

"Ah… village chief…"

Before the villagers could run over, the wind blew, lifting the red veil. The village chief's face turned deathly pale, his eyes filled with fear, blood slowly trickling out.

"Run…" the priest shouted.

The villagers abandoned the ancestral tablets and ran wildly. I was hiding in the corner of the ancestral hall's main door. Through the crack, I saw Yang Jian and his wife outside, their child sitting on the village chief's neck.

The child bit into the village chief's head, creating a hole, and drank the brain matter like milk.

The villagers fled, leaving only the priest outside. He knelt down instantly, "Spare me, I just want to make a living, don't kill me… don't kill me…"

The air was still for three seconds. The priest tried to run, but Yang Jian's child bit his foot, tearing out flesh and tendons.

I covered my mouth, regretting not running earlier. If they found me, would I end up like the priest and the village chief?

Aunt Li wouldn't save me now. I looked at the deity's statue behind me and prayed earnestly. If you have any power, please protect me, don't let them find me, please.

Yang Jian's child killed the priest and looked at the ancestral hall, "Mother, there's a very yin girl inside."

Who could they be talking about? Was someone else hiding in the hall?

Yang Jian's child bared his bloody teeth and hopped towards the ancestral hall.

"It's over… I'm done for. They must have found me. What should I do?"

I stared at the child in terror, not daring to move. Just when I thought I was discovered, Yang Jian suddenly teleported to the hall entrance, picked up the ghost baby, glanced at the hall in fear, and disappeared.

I thought the deity had shown its power and breathed a sigh of relief. Remembering the near-death experience, I wondered if Yang Jian had seen the immortal before disappearing.

Turning around, I saw that the deity's statue had transformed. A person now stood on the previously empty altar.

He wore a long black robe with red floral vines embroidered on the sleeves, the flowers exceptionally vivid. He had a black crown on his head. I could only see his back, his long hair reaching his waist, his tall stature exuding an aura of dominance and power.

"Is… is it an immortal?"

Before he could turn around, I fainted. As I closed my eyes, I vaguely saw him turn, but I still couldn't make out his appearance.