I Grind to Martial Saint

After closing the door, the young man put a finger to his lips, gesturing for Han Yuan to be quiet.

After waiting a moment, he quietly poked a hole in the paper window, intending to peer outside.

A murky, dim old eye appeared right in the hole, meeting the young man’s gaze.

The old eye was filled with dark red, bloodshot veins.

Moreover, these veins seemed to squirm, writhing around like tiny worms.

The young man could see with horrifying clarity that these tiny, blood-red worms seemed to be stretching out from that murky eyeball, trying to burrow into his own pupil.

"Holy shit!"

The young man stumbled back in terror.

Fortunately, Han Yuan was behind him and caught him; otherwise, the man would have collapsed right onto the floor.

"What did you see?"

Han Yuan couldn’t help but ask.

The young man simply gestured for him to be quiet again.

A moment later, the young man blew out the candle. Only after confirming there was no movement outside did he lower his voice. "Keep your voice down, or those things outside will hear us."

Han Yuan asked, a hint of panic in his voice, "Friend... what in the world is going on?"

"Haven’t you noticed yet? There’s definitely something wrong with this village."

"I wanted to leave the second I got to the entrance... but that old woman wouldn’t let me."

The young man sighed.

He had sensed a murderous intent from her at the time.

If he had insisted on leaving, he was afraid the old woman would have attacked him on the spot.

So, he had decided to agree for the time being and find a chance to slip away later.

But he never expected the old woman to stand guard right at the door.

Things had just gone from bad to worse.

"What’s wrong with this village?"

Han Yuan asked, his eyes full of confusion.

"The people are the problem... they’re neither human nor ghost."

"Besides, I know a little about Feng Shui. I took a good look around when we were entering the village just now."

"This village is built on a mountain’s *yin* side... the place in a mountain range where the Yin Qi is heaviest."

"Normally, a place like this is used for tombs. It’s meant for the dead."

"But for living people to be here... there’s definitely something fishy going on."

The young man said grimly.

"The mountain’s *yin* side... that does sound a bit creepy."

"By the way, I’m Han Yuan. And you are, friend?"

Han Yuan asked quietly.

"I am Ding Zihu."

The young man replied, cupping his fist.

"Ding Zihu?!" Han Yuan blurted out. "Like a stubborn holdout?"

"No, the ’hu’ for lake!" Ding Zihu explained hurriedly.

"Oh, I see." Han Yuan nodded.

"Given the situation, all we can do is wait and see what happens tonight."

"I’m telling you... something is definitely going to happen tonight."

Ding Zihu’s gaze was solemn.

"No way..." Han Yuan seemed a little unconvinced.

"You’ll find out tonight." Ding Zihu simply assumed Han Yuan was an ordinary hunter and didn’t elaborate.

A short while later, Han Yuan heard some strange noises coming from outside.

It sounded like a group of people chanting, but also like the strange cries of some animal...

Whatever it was, it was bizarre and deeply unsettling to listen to.

At this, Ding Zihu’s expression grew tense.

He even pulled an Eight Trigrams Mirror from his robes and hung it around his neck.

A short while later, the strange noises stopped.

The entire Sanling Village fell into a dead silence.

Ding Zihu waited in the room for a while before mustering up his courage again, wanting to go out and see what was happening.

This time, however, he called Han Yuan to come with him.

CREAK...

Ding Zihu carefully pushed the door open.

This time, the old woman wasn’t standing outside.

But Ding Zihu’s expression grew even more solemn.

He could feel that Sanling Village had become even eerier.

It was filled with a dark, chilling aura.

He led Han Yuan carefully out the door, heading toward the village entrance.

But then, something strange happened.

Sanling Village clearly wasn’t large, yet no matter how much they walked, they couldn’t reach the entrance.

"The Yin Qi is naturally heavy at night... and on top of that, this is a mountain’s *yin* side, a place that naturally gathers Yin Qi."

"After nightfall, all sorts of strange phenomena are bound to occur."

Ding Zihu said softly.

Then, he pulled out a Compass.

WHIRRRR~~

The needle of the Compass was spinning wildly.

"It’s not just a matter of dense Yin Qi... It seems some kind of Barrier has been formed here."

"We have to break this Barrier to get out of here."

"Dammit!"

"I knew it wouldn’t be this easy."

Ding Zihu cursed.

He began to ponder how to break the Barrier.

But being in such an environment, Ding Zihu couldn’t help but feel nervous, scared, and anxious...

For a moment, his mind couldn’t calm down at all; it was a complete mess.

"What are you two doing here?!"

A sinister voice echoed from behind them.

Han Yuan and Ding Zihu both trembled.

Ding Zihu turned his head.

There stood the old woman, leaning on her cane, right behind them.

Her eyes were terrifyingly strange, her pupils had turned a dark crimson, giving her a cold, bizarre look.

"We... we couldn’t sleep, so we thought we’d come out for a walk."

Han Yuan hastily explained.

"If you can’t sleep, then come with me..."

"We in Sanling Village worship a Divine Spirit."

"If you go and pay your respects, perhaps you will receive its protection."

The old woman revealed an utterly terrifying smile.

In Ding Zihu’s eyes, the old woman’s appearance at that moment was just like some reanimated corpse from a village horror story.

"Can we... not go?"

Ding Zihu asked cautiously.

The old woman grinned. "Of course not."

"According to the customs of Sanling Village, anyone who enters must pay their respects to the Lord Holy Snake."

"Otherwise, you won’t be able to leave."

’Holy Snake?’

Hearing those two words, a strange light flickered in Han Yuan’s eyes.

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