C7 Ghost Truth

A man and a woman alone, with an unknown identity and a sinister heart …

There were so many reasons to reject, but when the man took out the silver ingot, Zhuang Qing gave in.

A penny was not enough to make a man, and she was not immune to vulgarity.

Since the start, there had been no trace of An Yue. It seemed that he had already gone down the mountain to do his work. Zhuang Qing had finished frying the medicine on the small stove in the pile of stones and was carrying it to the injured patient for him to drink.

The person drank all of the medicine with an unchanging expression, even wiping the corner of his mouth in a relaxed manner. "I am Xie Xiang, may I ask for your name, Miss?"

"Zhuang Qing." She told him frankly.

"Does Lady Zhuang live in the village at the foot of the mountain?"

Zhuang Qing nodded, "That's right."

"It's good that you're close. I'm sorry that I let you travel so far."

After the two chatted for a while, a look of weariness appeared on Xie Xiang's face. Zhuang Qing stopped talking and helped him lie down. "This pill can help you sleep. Take a nap and I'll go cook."

This man was always vigilant and suspicious, but he suddenly became straightforward, causing Zhuang Qing to be stunned.

She paused for a moment before going out to clean up the firewood. She then started to boil the medicinal porridge in the jar that was used to nourish the stomach.

When bubbles began to bubble in the jar and Zhuang Qing entered the temple, she found that Xie Xiang was still breathing deeply with his eyes closed. She could not bear to disturb him while he was peacefully sleeping. Just as he was about to leave, he caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. It was as if a messy mass of cloth had been stuffed under the bed, appearing extremely abnormal.

Zhuang Qing's expression changed as she quietly pulled something out. The cloth was a white jacket, like a shroud, with a mask of evil spirits' fangs rolled inside.

After seeing this, a flash of inspiration passed through her mind.

Could it be … Was this the truth of the ghost in the back mountain?

Xie Xiang was injured and could not act rashly. The only person who could pretend to be a ghost was An Yue. But why would An Yue do such a thing?

When her gaze landed on the sleeping Xie Xiang, Zhuang Qing instantly understood.

The villagers often went up the mountain to chop firewood and hunt. There was a high chance that An Yue had disguised himself as a ghost to scare away the villagers in order to hide his tracks and not be discovered.

Thinking of their defenses and killing intent when they first met him, the strange scar on Xie Xiang's shoulder, Zhuang Qing fell into deep thought. The two of them definitely had a long history. Even the name Xie Xiang might not be his real name, so once they cured him of his illness, they would walk their own paths. It was obvious that he was avoiding the pursuit of his enemies.

"Mm …"

It seemed that Xie Xiang was about to wake up. Zhuang Qing hurriedly stuffed his clothes back under the bed and went to bring back the porridge, calling him to get up and eat as if nothing had happened.

Perhaps it was the detoxification, but Xie Xiang's low temperature continued for an entire afternoon. Whether it was for money or professional qualifications, Zhuang Qing was not allowed to leave the patient behind. Therefore, she spread out the straw and made a pallet for herself so that she could take care of Xie Xiang.

In the middle of the night, when she heard Xie Xiang crying out unclearly for a drink of water, Zhuang Qing got up and poured him some water to help him drink.

After drinking a few mouthfuls of water, Xie Xiang seemed to wake up a little and said in a hoarse voice, "Sorry for troubling you, Miss Zhuang. I'm also troubling your family and worrying about you."

Zhuang Qing whispered, "I'm the only one in my house."

Xie Xiang started and quickly apologized.

"Nothing. When a person had eaten his fill, the whole family would not be hungry. Whenever he had enough money, he could leave whenever he wanted to. He could go out and see the world outside. Especially in the capital. " Zhuang Qing said calmly.

From the memories he received, he knew that Three River Village was located in a mountain range slightly further away from the capital. The original owner had only been to the market town, let alone to the capital city, he hadn't even been to the county city.

Since he had come to the ancient times, it would be a waste for him not to visit the capital.