"You better not be spouting nonsense!" Old Zhao frowned. "It's getting late, and if we really run into something, it'll be trouble!"
"I'm not spouting nonsense!" Fatty Chen said solemnly. "This mountain is called Niutou Mountain. If an outsider gets lost on the mountain, they must have encountered something!"
Boss Chu felt a chill down his spine, and even the bodyguards he brought were unnerved.
"Look quickly, what is that!"
A bodyguard shouted, and where his gaze fell, there was a withered corpse, its head even severed.
Everyone gasped in shock and retreated continuously, seemingly terrified.
Only Lu Fan stood tall, his expression indifferent.
"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't have come here!" Boss Chu complained to Fatty Chen. "It's getting dark, and I'm afraid we're in for big trouble!"
Fatty Chen looked at Lu Fan with a helpless and eager expression. "Sir, what should we do now? It's getting dark, and if we can't get going, something might happen!"
"No matter."
Lu Fan waved his hand. "Go get the incense."
Fatty Chen didn't hesitate and quickly brought the incense to Lu Fan.
Lu Fan didn't pause. He inserted the incense into the ground and struck a Bagua formation, which looked quite mystical.
Although everyone present was fearful, seeing Lu Fan so confident, they felt a sense of anticipation.
"Your luck has been poor recently, making you prone to attracting unclean things!" Lu Fan looked at Fatty Chen. "You're fortunate to be traveling with me today, otherwise, you'd be facing great disaster!"
Fatty Chen trembled with fear and did not question Lu Fan's words.
After setting up the Bagua formation, Lu Fan pointed in a direction. "We'll go this way!"
"Sir, this direction is a sheer cliff, how can we go that way!" Boss Chu quickly said.
Lu Fan frowned slightly. "You don't trust me?"
"I wouldn't dare!"
Boss Chu was greatly frightened and quickly cupped his fists towards Lu Fan.
The others also quickly shut their mouths. They knew Lu Fan's divine abilities, and since Lu Fan believed this path was passable, there should be no problem.
As expected, as Lu Fan stepped forward, a brand new path appeared. Everyone hurried to follow, their eyes filled with joy.
After they left, the incense arranged in the Bagua formation gradually ignited, looking quite eerie.
"Thank you for your kindness, sir!"
Fatty Chen stepped forward and cupped his fists towards Lu Fan, feeling very grateful. If Lu Fan hadn't acted, he would have been in trouble.
Boss Chu and Old Zhao exchanged glances, feeling somewhat fortunate.
Lu Fan not only had achievements in martial arts but also possessed such formidable strength in metaphysics, which showed Lu Fan's capabilities.
After walking only a few steps on the mountain, they saw an old man gathering herbs, carrying them through the mountains.
"Uncle Wang, is that you?"
Fatty Chen stepped forward. "Why are you still on the mountain so late?"
The old man paused and looked at Fatty Chen before realizing, "So it's Tie Zhu, you're finally back!"
"Uncle Wang, what happened?"
Fatty Chen had a bad premonition and quickly asked.
"Your ancestral grave was struck by lightning, and your house burned down." Uncle Wang said helplessly. "I wanted to find someone to notify you, but you're in the city, and the village only has the old and weak, so it was delayed!"
"My ancestral grave was struck by lightning?"
Boss Chu muttered beside him, almost laughing out loud.
"Uncle Wang, what exactly happened?" Fatty Chen frowned. "How could an ancestral grave be struck out of the blue!"
"Natural disasters and man-made calamities, who can know!" Uncle Wang shook his head. "You are the only promising one in the village. Since your house burned down, come stay with me!"
After speaking, Uncle Wang started walking down Niutou Mountain, his steps a bit unsteady, almost stumbling.
Lu Fan and the others followed closely, feeling even more curious. Fatty Chen's ancestral grave being struck by lightning made one's mind wander.
"Old Zhao, hasn't this Fatty Chen done anything he shouldn't have?"
Boss Chu said, "Otherwise, how could his ancestral grave be struck out of the blue!"
"Who knows about such things!" Old Zhao gave a wry smile and glanced at Lu Fan with flattery.
However, Lu Fan paid no mind to their conversation.
Not long after, led by Uncle Wang, everyone arrived at a thatched cottage. The cottage was not large but could accommodate everyone.
It was already dark, and in the village, apart from a few elderly figures, there was no one else.
"It's getting late, Tie Zhu, you all can stay with me!" Uncle Wang said warmly. "It's a bit simple, and I apologize for not being able to treat your friends better."
"You jest, old man. It's good enough to have a place to stay, so there's no need to apologize for not treating us well!"
Lu Fan chuckled, appearing quite polite.
Boss Chu and the others also nodded. Before entering, they had been complaining.
Now that Lu Fan had said this, how could they dare to grumble.
As everyone was talking, an old man dressed in a Taoist robe walked in, holding a horse lantern. Upon seeing everyone, he looked puzzled. "Why are there so many people?"
"Immortal Huang, you're here?"
Uncle Wang hurried out to greet him. "Please take a look, are there any problems with these herbs?"
Immortal Huang took the herbs gathered by Uncle Wang and nodded slightly. "Yes, these are the herbs. Prepare the decoction, and I will begin the acupuncture!"
After speaking, Immortal Huang walked into the room, ignoring everyone.
Immortal Huang was quite famous in this area, and his personality was rather arrogant.
If it weren't for Uncle Wang's persistent pleas for three days and three nights, he wouldn't have come here.
"Uncle Wang, has Auntie run into trouble?"
Fatty Chen asked in surprise. "This person should be Immortal Huang from the next village, right?"
"My old woman is likely beyond saving!" Uncle Wang frowned. "I went to Niutou Mountain today to gather herbs for him, and even Immortal Huang doesn't have complete confidence!"
"He's a renowned physician of this generation. If even he can't cure it, then isn't it..." Fatty Chen frowned.
"Who can say!" Uncle Wang sighed. "Regardless of whether Immortal Huang has the ability or not, we must treat him with respect. Your ancestral grave matter depends on him!"
Fatty Chen nodded, his expression becoming more serious.
In the room, Immortal Huang performed acupuncture, but it had no effect. Madam Wang was like a dead person.
After a long while, Immortal Huang walked out. "There's no need to prepare the decoction. It's beyond saving!"
Uncle Wang trembled, and the medicine pot in his hand fell to the ground. Tears streamed down his face.
Fifty years of shared life, and now they had to part. How could he bear it.
"Even the Great Immortal Luo couldn't save her!" Immortal Huang stated directly. "Please accept my condolences!"
"Immortal Huang, thank you for your trouble!" Fatty Chen produced a stack of money.
Immortal Huang did not refuse. He was not only a renowned physician in the area but also a feng shui master. Anyone who asked him to act, whether successful or not, had to pay him, which was an unwritten rule.