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Miss Susu's eyes were glistening as she gazed meaningfully at Yang Fei.

"Your broken Dragon Group, I'm not interested, are you inviting me or not? If not, I'll show you out."

After saying this, Susu picked up her teacup, acting as if she was about to send him away, her face showing a slight hint of anger.

Yang Fei hurriedly reached out to stop her, "No, no, no, someone as capable as you, willing to join the Dragon Group, would bring great honor to all of us."

His left hand's fingers touched the back of Susu's hand holding the teacup.

Susu seemed to have been scalded by fire, her hand trembled, nearly spilling the tea from the cup.

Yang Fei froze, looking up.

Only to see Susu's cheeks, at some point, had turned a rosy shade like peach blossoms.

That pink color seeped from her porcelain-like cheeks, looking especially enchanting.

Yang Fei was somewhat bewildered, Susu, like an Immortal Fairy from Guanghan Palace, suddenly showing the shy demeanor typical of young love, left Yang Fei unsure how to react.

Susu looked at Yang Fei, staring blankly at herself, forcibly repressing the strange feelings in her heart, and spoke calmly.

"Actually, Old Leader Wu Yuanzhong already invited me, but since my Imperial Qi Viewing Technique hasn't been mastered, joining the Dragon Group wouldn't be much help, so the matter dragged on."

At this, she snorted lightly, giving Yang Fei a glare.

"Tomorrow I'm reporting to Hidden Dragon Headquarters, whether you invite me or not, I'm a General of the Dragon Group."

Yang Fei's thoughts turned, understanding Susu's intentions, suddenly feeling very grateful.

The subjects the Dragon Group had to monitor were not ordinary people; in the past, they would be considered as legends and immortals.

Ordinary criminal investigation methods couldn't possibly catch these people.

But Susu's Imperial Qi Viewing Technique could easily locate various evil beings.

To the Dragon Group, this was like adding wings to a tiger.

Yang Fei left his seat, respectfully bowing to Susu.

"Alright, I now sincerely invite Miss Susu to join the Dragon Group."

Susu snorted, and for some reason, her cheeks felt a bit hot again.

Not wanting Yang Fei to see her embarrassed expression, she changed the subject, pointing at the map.

"Do you see? In the direction of Qiannan, there's a monster causing trouble. Consider this my first contribution upon joining the Dragon Group?"

Yang Fei brightened up, nodding.

"Of course, it counts. I'll organize personnel to go and take a look."

Yang Fei bid farewell to Susu and hurriedly got up to leave.

Watching his back, Susu tapped her foot lightly, snorting.

"Without taking me, how will you find the monster? Qiannan, One Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, isn't it like searching for a needle in a haystack?"

Yang Fei suddenly realized, turned around, and saluted Susu.

"Please!"

Susu turned around, biting her red lip, unable to resist laughing.

Qiannan, Wutong Village.

Wutong Village is a very common small village in Qian Province, inhabited by a mix of Han, Miao, and Yi people.

Wutong Village is situated deep in the mountains; just cross two high mountains, and you can reach the national road.

The people living here may lack the bustling nightlife and extravagant lifestyle of big cities, but they have the joys of rural life.

In peaceful times, everyone does some farm work, singing mountain songs during leisure hours.

Occasionally hunting on the mountains to get some game meat for a drink, life goes pretty well.

Sometimes young folks working in big cities return home, bringing trendy attire, mobile phones, color TVs, and refrigerators, always stirring excitement in this little village.

But at this moment, from a household at the east end of the village, mournful suona sounds are heard, indicating someone has died and they are performing a funeral.

A typical rural courtyard, with many flower wreaths and funeral banners at the entrance.

In the middle of the courtyard, a temporary spirit tent is set up, with a black coffin placed at the center.

National regulations require cremation, after laying the body for three days, it would be sent to a crematorium for cremation, and then the ashes would be buried for peace.

In front of the coffin, white candles burned, with the portrait of the deceased displayed, the deceased being a girl in her twenties.

Cut down in her prime, such a sight is most sorrowful.

In front of the Spirit Platform, an elderly woman was wailing.

Her throat was hoarse, her face haggard, an old man beside her also had reddened eyes.

These two were the parents of the deceased, with many relatives supporting them.

Each person's face showed signs of grief.

To the left of the coffin, a shamaness was performing rituals.

She wore a black headscarf, holding a bell, chanting continuously, occasionally dipping a willow branch in water and sprinkling it over the coffin.

The villagers were honest and simple, nearly everyone from the village came to help during weddings and funerals.

However, each person's face showed signs of fear, their gazes flickering, not daring to look at the coffin directly.

Occasionally, someone whispered cautiously and discreetly.

"How tragic, I heard Amiao was tormented to death by vile strangers."

"I heard Amiao was working in the city, abandoned by a man, and on her way back home, bad people targeted her."

"Stop it, bad luck, poor girl's fate, forced away with unwillingness, perhaps she won't have restful eyes even in death."

"I heard, there was more than one man who tormented Amiao, tortured her for a day and a night, some vomited when they saw the body."

"What's happening these days, even in tranquil times, such things occur. The village over the mountain just lost a young girl, and the culprit wasn't found, now Amiao is killed."

...

The villagers of the village murmured among themselves, although cautiously to avoid further hurting the deceased's family, they couldn't resist gossiping.

At this moment, dusk fell, and the lights illuminated the village.

This little village was bright and lit.

Night darkened gradually, and people gradually dispersed.

The lights dimmed, except in the deceased's courtyard, where lights were still on.

Under the dim lighting, the spirit tent appeared eerie.

Ding-a-ling!

Sounds of bells echoed faintly from the air, and the lid of the black coffin suddenly moved, creating a jarring sound.

A pale, dehydrated hand emerged from the coffin lid, then pushed the coffin lid aside, and the deceased slowly sat up.

She was pallid as paper, her eyes open, expressionless, yet her gaze was filled with endless hatred and malice.

A faint breeze passed through the ground, lifting yellow spirit money; the figure's movements were extremely stiff, leaving the small courtyard step by step.

Faint bell sounds echoed in the darkness, very spine-chilling.

...

The next day's dawn brought loud wailing full of immense fear and sorrow echoing from the spirit tent.

"My daughter is gone, she's gone!"

"Corpse awakening, it's a corpse awakening."

...

The piercing cries rapidly spread across the entire village.

All the villagers panic-stricken ran towards the deceased's courtyard.

In the spirit tent, the coffin was opened, the lid fallen to the side, and indeed, the body was gone.

At that moment, everyone was so terrified, they could barely contain themselves.

The 50-year-old village chief, having a bit of courage, shouted out.

"Quickly, go to Wutong Town to fetch the shamaness, this is a corpse awakening!".

A few young men quickly rode motorcycles to the town, bringing the shamaness who had been restless all through the night back to the village.

Upon seeing the situation, the shamaness immediately set up an altar, performing rituals throughout the courtyard, incense smoke swirling.

Just then, Yang Fei and Susu arrived outside Wutong Village.

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