Feng Xing nodded, "Indeed, it's inconvenient in the mountains. It's better if you all move out."
The village chief smiled, "We're just old bones now, waiting to return to our roots and rest in peace. We've lived most of our lives here and don't want to move out."
Feng Xing sighed for him, took a sip of tea, and asked, "By the way, when I came here, I heard from the villagers that recently the village has been unsettled, with young people mysteriously dying frequently?"
The village chief's face turned solemn, "How could that be? You must have heard wrong."
Feng Xing looked confused and pointed outside, "It's those aunties at the village entrance who said it. We all heard it."
The people around him nodded in agreement.
Jiangli, Fu Shiyan, and the others also looked over momentarily.
Upon hearing this, the village chief's face turned dark and somewhat displeased, "Those gossipy women are just talking nonsense. You can't believe what they say. It's all untrue!"
