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Cai Wenji and Wang Lei stepped into the village entrance side by side, and a suppressed air of hostility and turbidity hit their faces.

The old locust tree at the entrance of the village has dead branches and leaves, and the trunk is covered with strange black lines, which are the traces of long-term contamination by evil and turbid air.

The houses on both sides of the road are dilapidated and collapsed, the courtyard walls are in ruins, and the ground is in a mess, with broken pottery pots and farm tools scattered around.

Occasionally, a few villagers poked their heads out of the dilapidated doors and windows, their eyes frightened, their complexions sallow, and their bodies thin.

They only dared to secretly look at the strangers outside. Once their eyes met, they immediately retreated in panic, closed the doors and windows tightly, and shivered.

In the entire village, everyone is in danger, every household is closed, and they live under endless fear and oppression.

Wang Lei frowned, his fingertips quietly pressed the sword on his waist, and lowered his voice to remind:

"Junior sister Cai, be careful. The evil spirit here is very strong, even stronger than the news from the sect. Those three casual cultivators may not just bully ordinary people."

He has been practicing outside for many years, and has an extremely keen sense of evil spirits. At this moment, his spiritual power has been secretly stored in his body, and he is always on alert.

Cai Wenji frowned slightly, understanding in her heart.

It seems that what Manager Zhou said is true. The villages in this area have indeed been plagued by evil cultivators and evil spirits for a long time.

She slowed down and spoke softly to the empty streets, with a hint of [Siwuxie]'s soothing sound quietly incorporated into her voice:

"Folks, there is no need to be afraid. We are disciples of the Qingfeng Sect who have come down from the mountain to gain experience. We have come specially to inspect and eliminate the evil in this place."

"After today, I guarantee that no one will dare to bully you again, and no one will dare to cause trouble to the village again."

The sweet and soft voice, with the soothing effect of musical aura, slowly spread throughout the streets.

The invisible gentle sound wave power spread out, dispelling the long-standing fear and despair in the villagers' hearts.

After a long time, the wooden door of a most dilapidated earthen house was carefully and slowly pushed open.

An old woman with gray hair and a stooped back walked out tremblingly, leaning on a rotten wooden crutch.

The old man's eyes were red, his face was wrinkled, and his voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.

Upon seeing this, Wang Lei immediately stepped forward, supported the old man's shaky body, and said warmly:

"Don't be afraid, old lady. We are disciples of the Qingfeng Sect. We are here to get rid of those rogue cultivators who do evil and protect everyone."

"Immortal, Immortal...are you really here to help us?"

Cai Wenji quickly stepped forward, gently supported the old man's other arm, and nodded gently.

"Grandma, we are here to help everyone eliminate evil and make peace."

A gentle promise broke the old man's tight defense on the spot.

The old woman's muddy tears rolled down instantly, and the hand holding her kept shaking.

"We have been looking forward to it for a long time... We finally look forward to the immortal..."

As the old man gradually opened his mouth, the experiences of Luoyun Village these days were unfolded in front of their eyes.

Half a month ago, three casual cultivators who were expelled from various sects fled to the villages outside Qingluo Mountain.

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