Starting as The Young Master of A Pharmacy, He Trained Swordsmanship in Seclusion For Twenty Years - Chapter 13
It was clear just how much last night’s events had shaken Liang Cheng, completely shattering his understanding of the world.
Even now, Liang Cheng could vividly imagine the expression on the county magistrate’s face when he returned to report what had happened.
“Brother Xuan, you have to believe me—I’m not lying! Last night, those five dead bodies—damn it—they actually attacked us!”
“The men I brought with me saw it too. They fought alongside me against those freaks.”
“And thank heavens the old village chief heard the commotion and came with a dozen strong men to help. Otherwise, the consequences would’ve been unthinkable.”
Liang Cheng spilled everything in one breath, terrified that Lu Xuan wouldn’t believe him.
What he didn’t know, however, was that Lu Xuan had already encountered something similar—and had personally dealt with those walking corpses.
So how could Lu Xuan possibly doubt Liang Cheng’s story?
In fact, Lu Xuan had come to Liugou Village precisely to find these things.
The only disappointment was that Liang Cheng had burned the five corpses.
Otherwise, Lu Xuan could have harvested a substantial amount of system points from them.
What a shame—just one step too late. Lu Xuan sighed inwardly, feeling a faint pang of regret.
“So that’s what happened. No wonder you’re so spooked. Who’d have thought something so bizarre could occur?”
“Bizarre?!”
Liang Cheng stared at Lu Xuan in disbelief, as if shocked by his choice of words.
The problem was, Lu Xuan didn’t look the least bit afraid. If anything, he seemed… intrigued.
“Brother Xuan, I don’t think you heard me clearly just now.”
“This isn’t just some ‘bizarre’ thing—it’s a matter of life and death!”
“Dead bodies—they moved! And attacked us!”
As he spoke, Liang Cheng waved his hands dramatically in the air.
“Alright, but didn’t you deal with them? What’s there to be afraid of now?”
“You should head back first. I’ve had a long journey and I’m a bit tired.”
Tired?
Liang Cheng eyed Lu Xuan’s tall, muscular frame skeptically.
I’m not buying that.
No one knew Lu Xuan’s strength better than he did. His martial prowess was unfathomable—how could a mere trip wear him out?
Since childhood, Liang Cheng had often visited the Lu family to spar and exchange martial insights with Lu Xuan.
And every single time, Lu Xuan had beaten him so thoroughly that he questioned his life choices.
Not once had Liang Cheng won. It was always a one-sided domination—sometimes with just one hand.
There were even moments when Liang Cheng suspected that Lu Xuan was holding back—a lot.
“Brother Xuan… you’re serious?”
“Mm.”
Lu Xuan gave a single nod, offering no further explanation.
Knowing his temperament, Liang Cheng didn’t press further. His brows furrowed as if wrestling with something.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and made a decision.
“Fine. Then I’ll stay here with you. I’ll leave tomorrow.”
“Why? Don’t you need to report this to the magistrate?”
Lu Xuan was surprised—and not entirely in favor of Liang Cheng staying.
Even though the five yin-possessed corpses had been dealt with, Liugou Village undoubtedly harbored even stranger things.
If Liang Cheng stayed, he could easily run into those horrors, and Lu Xuan wasn’t sure he could protect him.
“I still have questions for the villagers. Once I get everything straight, I can give the magistrate a proper report.”
Liang Cheng sighed. If Lu Xuan hadn’t shown up today, he would’ve already fled with his men.
The truth was, he hadn’t even begun investigating the case in Liugou Village—the attack by the corpses had derailed everything.
Faced with such a bizarre turn of events, Liang Cheng had been ready to cut his losses and run.
Sure, the magistrate would punish him, but at least he wouldn’t lose his life in this cursed village.
But now, with Lu Xuan—someone far stronger—here, Liang Cheng felt an inexplicable sense of security.
Might as well get the full story from the village chief before leaving.
Besides, he couldn’t just abandon Lu Xuan in this eerie place. If something happened, he could at least lend a hand.
“Hey, all of you—disperse! I need to speak with your village chief.”
No longer hesitating, Liang Cheng barked at the gathered villagers, his tone authoritative.
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The Guest Hall of Liugou Village
The guest hall was a large, tiled earthen building used to host visitors and gather villagers.
Though “hall” was a generous term—it was just a slightly bigger, rundown house with aged wooden pillars.
At the moment, over a dozen people filled the space.
Liang Cheng and his constables were there, along with Lu Xuan, who sat calmly in one of the guest chairs.
“Speak, old chief. Before your two villagers and the magistrate’s men turned into… that, what happened to them?”
Liang Cheng’s expression was stern as he addressed the village chief.
Since everyone present had witnessed last night’s horrors, he saw no need to mince words.
“Ah…”
The old chief sighed wearily, his face lined with worry.
“Sir, we don’t know either. They just… suddenly lost their minds.”
“A few days ago, Tie Zhu and Da Long started harming themselves like madmen. The villagers couldn’t even restrain them.”
Lu Xuan, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke.
“Old chief, are you saying you have no idea? Were they acting normally the day before?”
The village chief glanced at Lu Xuan in surprise before answering.
“Yes. In fact, they even greeted me that day.”
“Then the next morning, I heard they’d gone mad.”
“Hmm. So they were fine during the day, but by nightfall, something changed?”
Lu Xuan’s words carried a hidden meaning. Both the chief and Liang Cheng caught on immediately.
“The night…” The old chief muttered, then turned to a young man beside him.
“Go. Fetch Tie Zhu and Da Long’s wives.”
If they were fine during the day, then whatever happened must have occurred at night.