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  "Help!" Jiang g shouted without hesitation.

  The peaceful atmosphere was shattered, and several footsteps immediately drew closer.

  The burly man, having only just walked a short distance away, was the first to arrive.

  His eyes widened, staring at the man and woman in front of the pond, his face filled with a puzzled expression.

  At this moment, Jiang g slowly turned around, log eyes with Xiaomeng, whose gaze was filled with unspoken frustration. She had already retracted her leg and no longer seemed to be pnning on kig Jiang g into the pond.

  "What’s going on?" The vilge chief and the others finally arrived, panting heavily. Seeing the two people by the pond, their faces turned pale with fear.

  He began tret bringing everyone here; it looked so eerie, and he hoped nothing bad would happen.

  "It’s nothing," Jiang g calmly replied. "I just thought I saw a woman’s fa the ter of the pond, but now that I think about it, I might have been mistaken."

  Although he said it casually, the vilge chief obviously didn’t think so. He became tense, his lips quivering. "A face?"

  "Yes, a woman’s face," Jiang g said, then turo look at Xiaomeng. Gradually, his expression ged, his pupils shrinking, and his face began to tort.

  Everyoiced Jiang g's strange behavior and mirrored him, staring at Xiaomeng.

  But they couldn’t see anything unusual.

  In the moment that Xiaomeng froze, Jiang g suddenly screamed, "My god! Her face is identical to the one ier!"

  As soon as these words were spoken, there was a brief silen the crowd, followed by aion of panic.

  The two closest to Xiaomeng, the burly man and Jiang Zhongyi, instinctively jumped back. The vilge chief reacted even faster. Throwing his e aside, he turned and ran.

  When he reached behind Pei Qian, he seemed tain a sense of safety.

  He took the e hao him by the burly man, gripping it with one hand and turning his back to them, his body slightly leaning forward. His expressiouro its calm and posed state, as though he were once again the vilge leader.

  "Little highnder!" The vilge chief’s pupils tracted as he suddenly realized something. He lowered his void asked, "Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake? That fa the pond really looked like this young dy’s?"

  "Heh," Xiaomeng scoffed. "If you want to believe this madman, go ahead. Where is the stoablet with the curse? I want to see it."

  The posed Pei Qian seemed to sehe delicate retionship between Jiang g and Xiaomeng. He didn’t press the issue any further and iuro the vilge chief, signaling him to lead the way to the stoablet.

  Carefully stepping on moss-covered stohe group proceeded with caution. In just a few mihey arrived beh a massive tree.

  The tree was t, its trunk so thick that it could have required four or five people to encircle it.

  Looking up, the opy was so dehat it blocked out the sun, leaving everythih it cloaked in a dim, shadowy hue.

  Vihick as ropes, ed around the tree’s trunk like a massive .

  The vilge chief swallowed nervously, stepping forward alone. He used his e to prod at the grouh the tree. After a moment, several long-dead pnts were pushed aside, revealing a er of the stoablet.

  Though the tablet was in shadow, it emitted a strange bluish glow. As the group hey all felt an unusual sensation, ohey were familiar with from past tasks where signifit clues also carried a simir ominous feeling.

  It seemed they were on the right track.

  Zh’s gaze grew intense.

  After clearing the pnts, the blood-red characters ooablet were exposed, sending a chilling shock through everyone.

  The handwriting was messy, and some parts overpped, indig that the writer had nth left to proofread. Acc to the vilge chief, Zhao Xiangmei was nearly blind by that time.

  The bloodstained characters oone were still fresh, vivid as if they had just been written with a brush dipped in blood. Staring at these characters, one could almost feel Zhao Xiangmei’s despair and hatred at the time of writing.

  Looking at them too long caused dizziness.

  "Zhao Xiangmei's body was found in front of the stoablet. When she died, her hand was still pressed against the tablet," the vilge chief stood to one side, uo hide the expression on his face.

  Jiang Zhongyi stood a little farther away from the tablet. The oppressive feeling hadn’t faded, and one of his hands went inside his clothes, drawing a cross over his chest.

  He was a devout believer.

  But his devotion hadn’t been long—only retly, more precisely, since half a month ago when he barely survived his st task, did he bee so devout.

  He clearly remembered that his st task had been at a Catholic church.

  During the final moments of being chased by a ghost, a huge cross fell from above, slightly deying the ghost's movements, and that’s what saved him.

  It was from that moment on that he felt like his lost soul had found a home. He ehe Lord's temple and received the prote of holy light.

  Human power was limited. Only through the light of salvation could o the forces of evil.

  Xiaomeng kneeled on one knee in front of the stoablet, her hand brushing against it. From top to bottom, her face was cold, and it was hard to tell what she was thinking.

  Suddenly, Xiaomeng’s face ged.

  "Vilge chief," she turned her head and asked, "Has anyone in the vilge ever tried to destroy this stoablet?"

  The vilge chief was stunned for a moment. After a while, he finally spoke, "Yes, after the curse spread, the men who were still alive in the vilge became fearful. They selected seven ht strong men, waited for a sunny day, and brought tools, bck dog blood, and a rooster to the mountain to destroy the stoablet."

  "They thought if the tablet was destroyed, the curse would be broken." At this point, the vilge chief choked up, his eyes reddening. "The leader of that group... was my older brother."

  "What happeo them?" Li Lu asked in a whisper.

  "They disappeared," the vilge chief rubbed his red eyes, his wrinkles deepening. "Their bodies were ter fouhe town, and the se was horrific."

  "Where were their bodies buried?" Jiang g suddenly asked.

  Zh’s mouth opened slightly and then closed again, as he too had thought about this. It seemed that over the years, the number of people Zhao Xiangmei had killed in the vilge wasn’t small.

  Yet, no burial sites had been discovered he vilge.

  Upon hearing this, the vilge chief’s face grew darker.

  At this moment, the man who had apahem suddenly spoke. He looked upset, like a sed wife. "Who would dare to make a burial site? Everything was burned in one big fire."

  "If anyone dared to collect the bones and bury them, the day, not only would the grave be dug up, but the bones would be scattered everywhere, and then..." His face turned cold, "The living people in that family would suffer greatly."

  (End of the Chapter)

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