Volume One, Chapter Two: He Really Isn’t Kosugi!

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“Just now, Kosugi…” Gu Ya was about to explain.
The village chief raised a finger to his lips and shot her a cold glance.
Gu Ya fell silent.
The chief’s gaze then returned to Luo Bin’s face.
Luo Bin instinctively sensed that this village chief was not someone to be trifled with…
Suddenly, certain details flashed before his eyes.
When the knock came, Gu Ya said the chief was here and warned not to let him find out.
When Luo Feng said he had just woken, he mentioned the original owner had been harmed by an evil spirit and had the nail of his left pinky forcibly removed.
Luo Bin suddenly understood why Luo Feng had smashed his pinky!
In a flash of lightning thoughts, Luo Bin whispered, “Last night I was with my parents the whole time. How could I have been hurt? It was just now—I moved the cremation platform, my dad tried to stop me, and accidentally the back of the axe hit my finger…”
After speaking, Luo Bin pointed to the empty cremation stand.
There was a clear bloodstain at the end of the platform and a small pool on the ground.
“Don’t mess with the cremation platform. The firewood nearby has talismans drawn by the shaman,” the chief said with a trace of displeasure.
“Sorry, Chief. Kosugi is immature. We won’t bring him in here again…” Luo Feng apologized with a regretful look.
The chief said nothing and strode directly toward the cremation platform.
Sweat poured down Luo Bin’s back.
As the chief knelt and picked up a blood-stained fingernail from the blood, Luo Bin’s heart pounded like a giant pendulum swinging to its peak.
Then the chief stood and glanced at a copper oil lamp hanging by a thin iron chain, his previously tense face relaxing somewhat. He said, “This is the mortuary’s property; don’t handle it recklessly. Don’t bring him here again.”
“You all should hurry home. Remember to close doors and windows before dark, light the oil lamp, and never let it go out.”
Was he fooled?
Luo Bin’s heart suddenly eased, and his legs went weak.
Luo Feng and Gu Ya nodded repeatedly and led Luo Bin quickly out the gate.
At that moment, the sunset poured like molten gold, and Luo Bin instinctively raised a hand to shield the strongest light.
The long-lost sensation made Luo Bin want to cry.
Through his fingers, he saw towering, majestic, rolling mountains.
The foothills were lush with vegetation and tall ancient trees. Around the edges were courtyards with dark bricks and tiles or simple houses and small buildings, a cement road running through the village, and similar houses and courtyards on the other side, all wrapped by the mountains.
This village was very quiet.
Luo Feng walked a few steps ahead, his profile cold and stern.
Gu Ya pulled Luo Bin along, their steps equally hurried.
Villagers on the roadside carried hoes and sickles, wore back baskets, casting glances their way.
At first, their eyes were normal, but after glancing back, a trace of panic appeared.
Luo Bin looked back once.
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