The Rebirth of the Cultivation Leader Qin Zhao as a Celebrity
Chapter 203 - 200: Arriving at the Village, Two People Die

Chapter 203: Chapter 200: Arriving at the Village, Two People Die

Qin Zhao and Chu Yan had rented a car and asked a man to take them to the village.

He was wearing an immobilization charm on his body, rendering him unable to resist and forcing him to obediently lead them there.

The man’s name was Wang Shuangwei, and his home was in Xihu Lin Village.

Although it wasn’t as remote as Wuchang Town, it still took two hours by car, and the village was surrounded by mountains, the mountain ranges seemingly endless.

Upon arriving at Wang Shuangwei’s home, a person rushed out anxiously.

"Dad, what are you doing?"

The person bumped into Wang Shuangwei, who then realized it was his father.

"Your uncle has gone mad, claiming he saw a ghost last night. That ghost drained all his yang energy; he says he can’t breathe and is going to die soon!

You must hurry and find someone to drive him to the hospital!"

"What?"

Wang Shuangwei was deeply shocked.

"How could this be? Wasn’t uncle’s illness cured?"

"The illness was cured, but now he’s gone mad! Ever since you’ve been to the city, he’s been muttering every day, insisting there’s a ghost in his room, sucking his yang energy each night!"

"Alright, I’ll take him to the hospital first."

Wang Shuangwei turned to Qin Zhao and Chu Yan, anxiously asking, "Something happened in my family, could you help take my uncle to the hospital?"

Qin Zhao said airily, "He must have really seen a ghost."

Wang Shuangwei’s father muttered to himself doubtfully, "Out of nowhere, how could he have seen a ghost? Maybe he encountered something unclean? Perhaps we should find a Taoist instead!"

"Because he ate a Ginsengfruit, that fruit wasn’t grown by immortals, but by ghosts!"

Hearing Qin Zhao’s words, both the father and son of the Wang family turned pale.

"Ginsengfruit grown by ghosts? How can you be sure? Don’t scare me!"

Wang Shuangwei stammered, his body overtaken by a chilling fear.

Because after he had stolen the Ginsengfruit, he had eaten one as well!

"The Ginsengfruit has a strong smell of blood, clearly nourished by fresh blood. If it were a naturally occurring Spiritual Medicine or cultivated by an immortal, it wouldn’t have such a strange smell."

Qin Zhao glanced at the small basket in Chu Yan’s hand, as he explained this to them.

"I didn’t smell anything; where’s the bloodstank? It tasted weird though, not like fruit, but more like meat."

Wang Shuangwei recalled, his complexion turning even paler.

"Let’s not talk about this for now, saving your uncle is what’s important!"

Wang Shuangwei’s father warned, and he quickly followed his father into the yard.

Since his uncle had cerebral palsy from a young age, his father had let him live with them after getting married.

"Little Third, wake up!"

"Uncle, don’t scare us? Say something!"

As they reached the doorway, tragic wails were heard coming from inside.

Wang Shuangwei walked in and saw his uncle stiffly lying on the bed. He had become nothing but skin and bones in just a few days, his complexion ashen and truly looking as if someone had drained him.

He shakily reached out to check his uncle’s breath.

There was no breath at all!

The dead man’s eyes were still open, fixedly staring at the ceiling. The dilated pupils and the fierce expression showed he had experienced something terrifying before dying.

"My uncle, he’s dead."

Wang Shuangwei turned to his parents, his voice choked as he delivered these words.

"No! Impossible! He was fine just a few days ago; how could he suddenly die?"

Relatives found it hard to accept, and they went forward to shake the body.

But there was no movement at all; the body had become very cold.

"Shuangwei! It’s terrible! Your grandfather’s had an accident!"

Suddenly, someone ran in from outside.

A clutch of fear seized Wang Shuangwei’s heart as he heard the person say, "Your grandfather heard about your uncle’s accident and wanted to come over to see, but he left in such a hurry that he fell into the rice paddy!

He’s already out of breath now."

The person rushed over, finished speaking breathlessly.

With those words, another wave of wailing broke out in the house, and Wang Shuangwei’s father fainted on the spot.

"Quick! Take me to see Grandpa!"

Wang Shuangwei hurriedly followed the person and ran towards the direction of the rice paddy.

Qin Zhao and Chu Yan exchanged glances and followed them out.

Upon reaching near the rice paddy, they saw a muddy path next to it.

Due to the rain last night, there were many puddles on the path, and the edges were all muddied.

If one wasn’t careful, they would slip and fall into the nearby rice paddy.

Chu Yan stood at the crossroads and scanned the area, concluding, "This height is not high; it’s impossible for someone to die from such a fall."

Qin Zhao agreed with his judgment, "I’m afraid it’s not as simple as dying from a fall."

Wang Shuangwei and the villagers hastened past, splashing mud on themselves, but given the urgency of the situation, they didn’t care.

Not far from the rice paddy, many people had gathered.

Upon seeing Wang Shuangwei approach, their expressions showed sympathy and regret.

Qin Zhao squeezed through the crowd and saw the body on the ground.

It resembled Shuangwei’s uncle’s in death, with bulging eyes that still harbored residual fear, a grimacing expression, and only superficial bruising on the forehead from the fall.

"How could such a small height be fatal?"

"That’s right, others have fallen before, it merely scraped their skin."

"Maybe he just panicked suddenly, bad luck perhaps."

"Alas, when it’s his time to go, he has to go no matter what."

The nearby villagers discussed softly as they watched the body, sighing endlessly.

With the help of the villagers, Wang Shuangwei carried his grandfather’s body back home.

Meanwhile, Qin Zhao stayed at the spot. She observed that the sunlight was strong and the rice paddy was very extensive. Logically, no ghost or ghoul would dare to appear at this time.

Her gaze turned to where the deceased had fallen, and she noticed a locust tree nearby.

"I was just cutting rice and saw him rushing over here. He got tired and rested near the tree; I was about to ask him what was so urgent.

But before I could get over here, he fell."

A villager preparing to leave shared this while walking and talking with another villager.

Qin Zhao immediately walked to the locust tree. Although the locust tree was not very lush, its spread branches still managed to cast some shade on the muddy path and part of the rice paddy.

The locust tree’s nature attracted yin and could nourish souls; ghosts liked to gather around such trees.

In Wuchang Town, both the large manors and the guesthouses had big locust trees planted.

Earlier in Wang Shuangwei’s home, Qin Zhao had felt a strong yin energy emanating from his uncle’s body, but the ghost that scared him to death was no longer there.

Here, the sunlight was brilliant and the terrain open — only this locust tree carried yin energy.

Qin Zhao channeled her Spiritual Power into the locust tree and discovered that the inside of the tree was already rotting! It was filled with a dense evil, bloodthirsty yin energy — undoubtedly the residue left by that ghost!