The sweeping cold wind rushed into his arms, and then he felt a heavy weight there.

This feeling was quite familiar.

The Fortune Silver Coin was absorbing yin energy to reward him!

All the yin energy poured into his arms, and the gusting cold wind in the room abruptly stopped.

Something seemed about to pounce out, but then retreated back in.

He had no time to examine the situation in the room; right now, there was still a David Carter behind him.

David Carter actually performed quite well—he stood calmly at the back, gripping the peach wood sword tightly, the veins bulging on his chubby, pale hands.

Meanwhile, the other two lips twisted into a big cruller.

This time, he really couldn’t comfort David Carter—he couldn’t possibly say that the crying sound was a giant salamander, could he? Or claim that this house was used by mountain folk to raise giant salamanders?

He figured David Carter had also seen the room full of paper figures.

Those paper figures were deathly pale all over, dressed in white vests and long robes, with complete limbs—only missing their heads...

Very sinister!

Luckily, they had already reached the edge of the village.

Samuel didn’t want to court death; he didn’t bother to check what reward the Fortune Silver Coin had given, nor did he stay to take risks.

Take what you can and leave!

When others are afraid, I am greedy; when others are greedy, I run away.

So he pulled David Carter and whispered, “Let’s go!”

As the two hurried along, a loud, resonant singing drifted from afar through the wind and rain:

“Hey yo—”

“Rustling west wind on the Wei River, falling leaves in Chang’an. Heroes look back at Mount Beimang, tigers and dragons clash in a flash.”

“Leisurely watching willows at Baqiao Bridge, desolate dew, cold wind. Leaning on the railing amid the sound of cicadas, the slanting sun sets before you know it...”

Chapter 010 Old Town

The singing was loud and rough, the melody abrupt and awkward—really not pleasant to hear.

Especially with the mountain echoes, the song and its echo intertwined, making it even harder to listen to.

But upon hearing it, Samuel was secretly delighted.

Such an awful song—clearly the noise of a living person!

And, amazingly, as the singing grew louder, the clouds in the sky grew lighter.

Eventually, after the two ran along the mountain path for a while, the clouds dispersed and sunlight flooded the land.

The sky cleared!

Seeing this, Samuel was a bit shocked. He said to David Carter, “The person singing must be an extraordinary master. We’re so lucky—at a critical moment, we actually ran into a master.”

David Carter looked up at the blazing sun, then back at the rugged mountain path. Clutching his chest, his face pale, he collapsed to the ground.

Samuel hurriedly pinched his philtrum. “Old Wang, hang in there, what’s wrong?”

David Carter rolled his eyes and desperately pushed his hand away, his face contorted, blood-tinged foam bubbling from his mouth.

Samuel’s heart sank. He quickly snatched back the peach wood sword and said, “Possessed by a ghost?”

“Mm-mm, no, stop, stop.” David Carter whimpered in pain.

Samuel let go.

David Carter sat up, holding his mouth, his chubby face aggrieved. “Little Daoist, I was just scared out of my wits. My nerves were stretched too tight, and when we suddenly escaped, I was so overjoyed I couldn’t handle the shock. I just couldn’t catch my breath.”

“Then why did your face look so twisted?” Samuel asked warily.

“You pinched my philtrum too hard—my front teeth almost got pinched off.” He reached up to touch his philtrum; there was blood on his fingers.

The pain made him suck in a cold breath.

Samuel said, “Then why were you spitting blood-tinged foam?”

David Carter replied helplessly, “I was terrified earlier. I wanted to scream in the village, but I was afraid of dragging you down, so I just bit my tongue and held it in. Ended up biting the tip of my tongue.”

He stuck out his fat tongue; the tip was still bleeding.

Seeing he was fine, Samuel took off his Daoist robe to wring out the water.

The sun was blazing, the mountain wind howled, and the clothes dried quickly.

This made him suddenly realize something was off.

He looked up at the sun, then asked David Carter, “What time is it now?”

David Carter answered casually, “At most, it’s the hour of the dragon.”

Samuel didn’t know when the hour of the dragon was. He said, “We left the Daoist temple in the morning, and not long after ran into Beheading Village. We didn’t stay long there, right? So why is it noon when we came out?”

David Carter looked up at the sun.

Both of them were stunned.

Where did things go wrong?

Faint footsteps sounded on the mountain path ahead.

The two looked over warily.

A tall, fat man appeared on the road down the mountain. He had big ears and a large head, a thick short neck, long arms and legs, a back like a chopping board, and a waist like a gasoline barrel. When he ran up the mountain path, he looked like a giant sack floating along.

He wasn’t just big—he was especially fat.

The flesh on his cheeks sagged, the flesh on his chest sagged too. Such a big man running on the mountain path actually created a sense of surging waves.

“What master,” David Carter shouted when he saw him, “it’s just this big oaf!”

The fat man ran up, panting, and upon seeing them, greeted them shyly, then muttered, “I heard someone screaming down there and thought someone had hurt their leg, so I came to check. Turns out it’s Mr. Carter.”

David Carter was timid with Samuel, but when facing this fat man, he struck with full force.