CH 206

"What's wrong, Master?" Seeing Li Huowang so nervous, he took a few steps back.

The black pottery jars in the distance didn't seem to have anything unusual about them. They were just ordinary jars for pickling vegetables, with the only distinguishing feature being the upside-down "fu" character pasted on top.

Li Huowang looked at the jars without relaxing his vigilance at all. "Something just looked at me from there!"

"Look...at you?" Jinshan looked hesitant, looking at the jars in the distance again.

"Is there someone inside? But Master, the jar is too small to hold a person."

"I didn't say it was a person looking at me!" Li Huowang decisively spread out the "Daqian Record" on the ground. His bloody fingernails flew over and easily cut through the black pottery jars.

"Clang!" The sound of the jars breaking constantly resounded, and the brown saltwater mixed with pickles scattered all over the ground.

Li Huowang's heart did not relax his vigilance. He walked carefully over, using the sword in his hand to carefully check each piece of pottery.

After a careful inspection, Li Huowang did not find anything unusual. These jars were really just jars for pickling vegetables.

The sound attracted the people in the house. An old woman with a crutch trembled and walked over. "You brat, why did you smash my vegetable jar! Pay up!"

Li Huowang put away his sword, took out some broken silver from his pocket, and threw it at her feet. He faced her vigilantly and stepped back one step at a time.

"Master, where are we going? Aren't we going to buy food?" Jinshan followed quickly.

"Let's leave this place first. We'll go to another place to buy!" After what happened just now, Li Huowang had completely lost trust in this village.

At this critical moment, Li Huowang would rather be wrong than be ambushed by something. He didn't want to suffer any more losses.

Facing Li Huowang and the others leaving, the old woman did not stop them again. Instead, she picked up the broken silver on the ground with her crutch, muttering in her toothless mouth as if cursing something.

After leaving the village, Li Huowang and his party continued on their way, and they traveled until late at night.

In a bamboo forest, they finally stopped. No matter what their line of sight was, this distance was far enough away from danger.

The campfire rose, and the group began to cook. Although everyone was tired, they still had to eat. Otherwise, their bodies couldn't keep up.

Li Huowang didn't do these chores. He stood on the roof of the cart, using his excellent vision to constantly patrol the surroundings like a watchtower.

Mantou seemed to understand Li Huowang's thoughts and stuck his nose to the ground, sniffing around in circles.

But even after dinner, there was no abnormality, as if the gaze in that village earlier was just an illusion.

"Did I feel wrong?" Li Huowang began to doubt himself. In fact, he had always been wary of his own feelings.

But soon he completely threw away this unnecessary doubt. He had already done what he needed to do and didn't need to hesitate.

"Senior Li, dinner is ready. Come and eat."

Today they ate bamboo shoot noodles made from local ingredients. The fresh bamboo shoots were crispy and sweet, and although there was no meat, the thick layer of pork fat on top of the soup was very comforting to Li Huowang's withered stomach.

For a while, the others ate with gusto around the campfire, with the sound of soup drinking and the crisp sound of biting bamboo shoots.

After eating and drinking their fill, they felt sleepy. The exhausted others lay directly in their blankets and closed their eyes.

Li Huowang was on watch tonight. At this time, he couldn't trust anyone else.Soon, there was no sound in the bamboo forest except for the crackling of the campfire. Only Li Huowang remained sitting by the fire, gently stroking the soft fur of his mantou. But he was not made of iron and soon felt tired. After shaking his head vigorously to dispel the drowsiness, Li Huowang took a sharp cone from the hem of his clothes and stabbed it directly into the palm of his right hand. The blood stained his robe even redder, and the pain made Li Huowang tense up, instantly waking him up.

"Master, let me take over. Old men don't need much sleep," said Lv Zhuangyuan, who had approached from behind Li Huowang.

"Master Lv, you should get some rest. We have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow, and you won't be able to handle it if you stay up all night," Li Huowang replied, recognizing Lv Zhuangyuan's footsteps and the familiar scent of tobacco.

Lv Zhuangyuan sat down beside Li Huowang, carefully taking three strands of tobacco from his pipe and mixing them with some dry leaves and debris from the ground before lighting it up.

"Master, what do you think of my son?" Lv Zhuangyuan asked, referring to Lv Xiucai, who was sleeping next to his brother and sister-in-law.

Li Huowang didn't have a good impression of the boy, who was timid and hesitant, but Lv Zhuangyuan still asked if he could take him as his disciple.

Although the boy was not a member of the theater troupe, Lv Zhuangyuan hoped that Li Huowang could teach him some supernatural abilities.

Suddenly, Li Huowang stood up and shouted, "It's following us! Everyone, get up!" The others, who had just fallen asleep, rubbed their eyes and woke up.

Li Huowang drew his sword and slowly walked towards the bamboo forest, which should have been green but now looked particularly dark under the cover of darkness.

Not long after, Li Huowang saw two white porcelain urns between the bamboo trees. The urns were not large, about the size of a watermelon, and had a long red inscription with some calligraphy on them.

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Li Huowang hesitated for a moment, wondering if he should smash the urns. After thinking it over, he slowly backed away, and the fire in the distance gradually disappeared as everyone continued their journey in the middle of the night.

After an unknown amount of time, the lids of the two urns slowly rose, and two small children with white powder on their faces popped out. They were clearly not ordinary children, with heads the size of an average man's fist and round blush on their cheeks.

The two children looked at each other and laughed, then reached out their arms and legs, which were also covered in white powder, and climbed out of the urns. But before they could go any further, a figure descended from the sky and blocked their way.

Li Huowang gritted his teeth and stared at the two strange creatures with his bloodshot eyes.