Chapter 419: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 512: Shenyi Gu

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

After hearing A Long's explanation, the doubts in Qianqian's heart instantly dissolved. She secretly mused: So that's how it is. No wonder I couldn't get into this village no matter what before, yet Yan Jie was able to pull me in effortlessly.

Then, what relationship does this barrier formation have with Yan Jie? The more Qianqian thought, the more curious she became, so she spoke up: "Alright then, since that's the case, the two of us brothers will go meet your clan head."

Seeing Qianqian agree so readily, A Long felt a hint of apprehension in his heart, thinking his actions might have been a bit abrupt, but on second thought, this might be a very important matter for the clan head.

After all, ever since the clan head lost the Eldest Miss many years ago, he had been listless and dispirited. Everyone in the village sincerely hoped he could rally once more and lead them to glory.

Just then, A Qiu suddenly realized the truth; he finally understood A Long's intention.

So he said without hesitation: "You take the two of them; I'll stay here and keep watch."

A Long cast a grateful glance at A Qiu, then turned to look at the two people and said softly: "Two young brothers, please follow me."

A Long walked in front, with Qianqian and Yan Jie following close behind. Along the way, they didn't encounter many people, but the few they did run into, though they looked friendly enough, were all dressed plainly, their faces revealing a trace of puzzlement.

Despite this, not a single person stepped forward to strike up a conversation. The people here were certainly curious about outsiders, but they all seemed somewhat timid, not daring to approach easily.

A Long led the two through the village, finally arriving before a white-tiled house in the very center of the village.

This tiled house stood out remarkably in the whole village, not only because its scale was larger than all the other houses, but also because its white walls appeared exceptionally bright under the sunlight.

A Long walked to the door, knocked lightly, then called out loudly: "Uncle, are you home?"

A Long stood outside the door, knocked lightly, but heard no response.

He raised his voice slightly and knocked again; this time, a slow, aged voice finally came from inside: "Coming, coming."

With the sound, the door was slowly pushed open, and a white-haired old man appeared at the doorway. Though his clothing was plain, it was neat and tidy, clean and spotless, giving an impression of crisp neatness.

The wrinkles on the old man's face drooped somewhat, yet his gaze appeared exceedingly kindly, revealing an amiable and approachable air.

The old man looked at A Long and asked with a smile: "A Long, what is it?" A Long hurriedly replied: "Uncle, two outsiders came to the village today. I find them quite congenial; would you like to go take a look?"

Hearing A Long's words, a puzzled expression appeared on the old man's face. He slowly asked: "What people? I'll go see." Finished speaking, the old man stepped out the doorway, while A Long obediently moved to one side.

Qianqian and Yan Jie, standing behind the old man, saw this and also walked forward. A Long pointed at the two of them and introduced them to the old man: "Uncle, it's these two. This elder brother is called Wang Qianwan, the younger brother Wang Baiwan; the two brothers accidentally wandered into our village……"

He was still explaining nonstop, but the elderly person seemed not to have taken in his words at all. The old man's eyes suddenly filled with tears; he took two steps forward, his footsteps staggering, as if he might fall at any moment.

Seeing this, Yan Jie hurriedly stepped forward to support the old man, afraid he would tumble to the ground.

For some reason, when Yan Jie saw the old man's face full of tears, a wave of stabbing pain suddenly surged in his heart.

This feeling left him somewhat at a loss; he could only hold the old man tightly, hoping to give him some comfort.

The old man walked up to Yan Jie, his hands trembling as they cupped his face; those hands were somewhat rough, stroking Yan Jie's cheeks.

While shedding tears, the old man called out softly: "Yun'er, Yun'er, have you returned to see Father?"

Hearing the old man's call, the pain in Yan Jie's heart grew even more intense.

He hurriedly used a pomelo to wipe the old man's tears, saying gently: "Old Grandpa, please don't get agitated first; I'm not the Yun'er you speak of. I'm a man, a pure and thorough man."

After the agitation, the old man's emotions gradually calmed; he slowly came back to his senses, murmuring: "Yes, my Yun'er has long been gone……" Seeing the old man's lost and forlorn appearance, Yan Jie couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.

He hesitated a moment, then still asked: "Old Grandpa, would you be willing to tell us who your daughter is? Do I look very much like her?"

The elderly person slowly turned around, using that slightly weathered voice to say: "Come in." Finished speaking, he took the lead stepping into the house.

A Long looked at Yan Jie, a strange feeling rising in his heart. Only at this moment did he carefully scrutinize Yan Jie; this one look shocked him to discover that Yan Jie actually bore a sixty-percent resemblance to his already deceased elder sister!

This sudden discovery gave A Long a start, and at the same time made him feel incomparably fortunate about his decision to bring the two of them here.

A Long hastily made a "please" gesture, signaling Qianqian and Yan Jie to enter first.

Seeing this, Qianqian didn't decline either; after all, she too urgently wanted to know the truth. So she gently tugged Yan Jie's sleeve, and the two entered the house together.

Upon entering, a fresh and elegant fragrance assaulted the face. What met the eye were tables and chairs made of bamboo, arranged neatly and orderly.

The whole room had been cleaned spotless, giving an exceptionally comfortable feeling.

The elderly person smiled and beckoned the three to sit, then picked up the teapot and, with practiced movements, poured a cup of water for each. While pouring, he slowly said: "My daughter's pet name is Yun'er, her formal name Bai Miaoyun. You do indeed look sixty to seventy percent like her."

Speaking here, a trace of faint sorrow flashed in the elderly person's eyes: "Alas, over a dozen years ago, she ignored my advice and secretly ran out of the village behind my back. My Yun'er was so pure and kind, utterly without guile. She knew nothing of our Shenyi Gu's status and influence in the outside world."

When the elderly person spoke of this, both Qianqian and Yan Jie at his side couldn't help but be greatly shocked. It turned out Shenyi Gu did not belong to any country, but was an independent existence.

No one knows the exact location of Shenyi Gu; they only know it is hidden in some unknown corner.

Legend has it the Valley Master of Shenyi Gu possesses the medical skill to bring the dead back to life, to revive the deceased and regenerate flesh on white bones. Precisely because of this, countless people covet Shenyi Gu, wishing to claim it for themselves.