"Taoist Master, this way, watch out for the dung, don't step on it."
With a bitter expression, Wu Shuifeng guided Li Huowang while muttering under her breath.
"Oh, my life is so hard, from the time he was a child, he was weak and sickly. I raised him with so much hardship, and after much difficulty, he got married. Yet, before he could have a grandson, his wife got possessed. Oh... life is so hard."
"She must have been chopping wood on the barren mountain some days ago, got too close to that broken temple, and stirred something up. That place is a no-go, it's where the Wutong is worshipped, very sinister."
Li Huowang, carrying two swords on his back, frowned deeply, listening to the old woman's rambling, as he observed the surroundings.
This village looked very rundown, with dilapidated fences and slanted walls, and filth everywhere made him frown even more. The people in this remote mountain village seemed not very industrious.
