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Chapter 362 - 329: If We Meet Again, No Tears in Our Eyes

Chapter 362: Chapter 329: If We Meet Again, No Tears in Our Eyes

Wang Dayong’s body stiffened.

He just wanted to ask if it was too late to grab the black robe beside him and cover his face.

"Hey, it turned out to be you, I was wondering why you seemed so skilled."

After seeing the face of the schoolmaster, the audience in the live broadcast room also suddenly understood.

Skilled at flattering.

Definitely skilled at flattering!

[Ha, I was wondering who it was, turns out it’s my bro Dayong~]

[Didn’t expect to bump into him for the fourth time...]

[Could there be some kind of fateful bond between him and Jiang Xiao? How come he’s everywhere?]

Damn fateful bonds!

[Look at the tears in your bro Dayong’s eyes, do you think he wants this bond?]

[Hey, why do I suddenly feel a bit sorry for Dayong?]

"Long time no see, what’s with the secrecy during the day?"

Jiang Xiao asked gently, but Wang Dayong felt a bone-chilling coldness. He knew that if his answer didn’t satisfy him, it might be the end for him today.

"Bro, actually, I’ve just taken office and am still feeling things out. As for the secrecy... I just didn’t want to dirty your eyes with my ugly old face."

Jiang Xiao didn’t respond, just gave him a look that said, keep going, I’m listening.

Wang Dayong swallowed hard and continued.

"Bro, we’ve known each other for a while, don’t be like this, I’m scared. As the saying goes, if we can’t meet with teary eyes..."

"Then please greet me with a red face."

Uh?

Wang Dayong was stunned, how could he make his face turn red, he wasn’t the kind of person who could just blush on demand?

"Why isn’t your face red yet?"

"Ah? I, I can’t control it, bro!"

"If you want to save face, I’ll let you save face, if you don’t want to, then, I’ll help you save face."

Help me save face?

Wang Dayong felt that he was increasingly unable to understand the meaning behind this lunatic’s words.

How could others intervene with whether his face is red or not?

If I don’t blush, you can make it...

Wait a second?

Out of the corner of his eye, Wang Dayong inadvertently caught sight of Jiang Xiao’s huge palm moving.

No, that’s not right, others could indeed cause his face to turn red...

"Bro! I’ll do it myself!"

It was just a matter of blushing. It was always slightly better to hit oneself than to be hit by someone else.

Five minutes later...

Wang Dayong: (#ᵒ̶̶̷̀)3(˂̶́#)

"Bro, do you think it’s red enough now?"

Jiang Xiao took a look and felt it was almost enough; any further might ruin his face.

"Come on, spill all the information you know."

"Duct tape, I, I confess everything!"

According to what Wang Dayong had said...

In fact, all the bad things were done by the teacher who came before me, who colluded with evil spirits.

He had just arrived for less than a month, and he didn’t even have a clear understanding of the households in the village.

All he thought about was sorting out some Chosen Ones and then quickly asking the boss for a transfer from this godforsaken place.

"Da Yong, my time is very precious, so cut the crap and get to the point," I said.

"Right! Okay, okay, bro, the point, the point!" he replied hastily.

The work here was very relaxed, or rather, it lacked any difficulty or pressure.

As soon as a Chosen One arrived, the former teacher would voluntarily seek them out. Once they made eye contact, they would immediately transform from human... into a dog.

Even if some of the Chosen Ones were clever, they couldn’t escape the "meaty dish" initiation by the villagers, and after three days of partaking, they would become like walking corpses during the day, just as the villagers did.

"You keep mentioning the previous teacher? What about you? What are your tricks?" I asked.

With a bit of embarrassment, Wang Dayong admitted that he picked up the job halfway through, on top of having a specialized trade.

"I don’t have that weird power to turn people into dogs directly. I can only use the power of black fog to make the Chosen Ones lose their self-consciousness and then stitch a layer of dog skin onto them..."

It sounded twisted, and I felt that I had gone easy on him earlier.

Sensing something off in his mentally unstable eyes, Wang Dayong immediately begged for mercy.

"Bro! Don’t blame me! It’s all the same, if I don’t do it, someone else will. Besides, I’ve been quite gentle. Once they lose their self-consciousness, the Chosen Ones won’t feel pain," he pleaded.

In plain words, Wang Dayong was just a working stiff, following orders.

This was just a job, and an eerie one at that, shunned even by the most bizarre, since no one wanted to come to this backwater hole.

After a pause, Da Yong continued with what he knew.

The ghost stories of Sunset Village originated forty-seven years ago.

Back then, the place was not too bad, and Sunset Mountain was also accessible.

But the mountain was teeming with wild beasts, so the village hunters, led by Old Man Hua, advised against heading there, especially at night.

However, Old Man Hua himself broke this advice.

Confident in his hunting skills, he often took his teenage daughter, Little Hua, up the mountain, but one day an accident happened.

Turning his head, Old Man Hua realized that Little Hua had disappeared.

He searched every nearby place on the mountain but found nothing, and considering that Little Hua was reluctant to go up the mountain that day, preferring to play with friends, he thought perhaps she had sneaked down while he wasn’t looking.

Finding nothing by evening, Old Man Hua assumed Little Hua had gone down the mountain behind his back.

Of course...

The result was a tragedy, as Old Man Hua did not find his daughter after descending, and the villagers also claimed they had not seen Little Hua come down.

The villagers were honest and, along with the fact that Old Man Hua often helped others and sometimes shared his catch with them, naturally, the entire able-bodied village mobilized for the search, leaving only the children in the care of the school teacher.

"No one expected that after this search, they would all die. But this incident had nothing to do with us supernatural beings! Sunset Mountain is naturally full of wild beasts at night, and they were most likely attacked by wolves or other creatures. Once blood was spilled, the scent of it could attract beasts from deep within the mountains."

"It’s truly sad that in the end, only Old Man Hua survived..."

At this point, both Wang Dayong and I showed a change in expression.

Because of his own mistake, his daughter was lost, and because of his daughter, the village’s young men all bled to death on Sunset Mountain. He probably suffered more alive... than if he had died.

What followed got even more peculiar...

Ignoring the advice of those still alive, Old Man Hua repeatedly went into the mountain to "seek death," but he managed to miraculously survive each time.

Eventually, tormented by guilt, Old Man Hua even cried himself blind...

"You’ve said so much, but you still haven’t explained how this ghost story came to be?" I interrupted Wang Dayong after listening for so long.

"The formation of the ghost story?"

Wang Dayong looked at me oddly, not understanding how I could ask such a question.

"Brother, didn’t I tell you back in Hengshui? The formation of ghost stories is unpredictable, unknowable. I’m just a working stiff, at best a slightly extraordinary one. I really don’t know about these high-end issues," he admitted.

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