133: Chapter 133 The Destiny Plan

The Village Chief made no further sound.

The four Female Corpses stood still in place, their decaying faces still vaguely discernible with a twisted expression of relief.

Hatred had sustained their lingering existence in this world, and now that their great vengeance was fulfilled,

that obsession seemed to dissipate along with it, leaving behind only hollow shells and boundless sorrow.

The Female Corpse at the front, judging by her build, seemed to be the eldest.

Her withered lips moved faintly, and from her throat came a "huff-huff" sound like a broken bellows, intermittently forcing out two words:

"Husband... my husband..."

The voice was unlike human speech, more akin to a wail squeezed from the deepest depths of the Nine Nether Hells, every syllable soaked in blood and tears.

The three slightly "younger" Female Corpses behind her also began to move their lips, their voices sharper, carrying a childlike misery:

"Father... Daddy..."

Their voices intertwined, echoing in the deathly silent night—sorrowful, shrill, anguished...

All kinds of negative emotions almost solidified into substance, pressing down until it was hard to breathe.

Their hollow eye sockets seemed to be gazing at some distant place.

A place where the warmth they once possessed, yet was cruelly snatched away, resided.

Chen Zilong felt a chill surge from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head, his palms slick with cold sweat.

He was no stranger to sinister entities.

But the scene before his eyes,

this sorrowful sound that pierced straight to the soul,

churned his heart like a raging sea, leaving him unable to calm down for a long time.

What the hell is going on here?

His mind was a tangled mess.

Who were the "husband" and "father" in the mouths of these four Female Corpses?

Could they be the root cause of the village's bizarre incidents?

Was the Village Chief merely a pawn placed on the surface?

What unspeakable, monumental injustice was still hidden behind all this?

Questions gnawed at his reason like venomous snakes.

Just then, the four Female Corpses suddenly threw back their heads.

Facing the pale moon half-shrouded by gloomy clouds, they let out an even more shrill, even more prolonged howl!

It was not a sound a human could make.

It was as if countless wronged souls were shrieking in unison, venting all the resentment, humiliation, and unwillingness accumulated over centuries in one furious outburst!

Invisible ripples seemed to spread through the air.

The surrounding temperature plummeted, and a thin layer of white frost even condensed on the ground.

Chen Zilong's scalp went numb from the sudden ghostly howl.

Almost by instinct, the spiritual power within him surged.

With a light *hum*, the five thunders heavenly heart armor instantly covered his entire body, thunderlight swirling, dispelling some of the yin-cold.

His pupils contracted, every muscle in his body tensed, standing ready, fearing what mad actions these baleful spirits might take next.

But in the next instant, the shrill, drawn-out howl abruptly ceased.

The figures of the four Female Corpses swayed, then, as if pulled by invisible strings, they silently and sequentially fell back into that bottomless ancient well.

The black mist swirling at the well's mouth churned for a moment, then returned to deathly silence, as if they had never appeared.

"Huh?"

Chen Zilong was stunned, his taut nerves not catching up immediately. "Is that... it?"

He was somewhat bewildered.

Just moments ago, they were filled with overwhelming resentment, seemingly ready to destroy heaven and earth. How could they just go back like that?

This anticlimactic ending left him feeling deeply unsettled.

He cautiously approached the spot where the Village Chief had died.

Apart from some ashes and signs of struggle, a simple, ancient-style ring lay quietly on the ground, gleaming faintly in the weak moonlight.

It was a Storage Ring.

Chen Zilong made a grasping motion in the air, drawing the ring into his hand, then cautiously extended his spiritual sense into it.

The space inside the ring was not large and mostly empty, with only a single milky-white jade slip floating alone within.

What sent the coldest chill down his spine was the three small characters clearly carved on that jade slip: 'For Chen Zilong'.

This jade slip was specifically left for him!

The Village Chief had long anticipated his arrival, anticipated this battle, even anticipated her own death!

Chen Zilong took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and retrieved the jade slip.

It felt slightly cool to the touch. He turned it over and over, carefully inspecting it to ensure there were no hidden restrictions or traps before sinking his spiritual sense into it once more.

Inside the jade slip, the Village Chief's voice, with its unique, alluring yet weary undertone, flowed out slowly, imprinting directly into his mind:

"Young Master Chen, by the time you receive this jade slip, I imagine... This servant girl's soul has already scattered to the winds."

"This path was one I chose myself. Reaching its end is, in a way, a clean break."

Her voice paused, seeming to carry a trace of complex mockery.

"Chen Zilong, beware of those around you. The 'Heavens Mandate Plan' has already begun. You... are destined to die by the hands of your own people. Heh... doesn't that feel ironic?"

Chen Zilong's heart shook violently. 'Heavens Mandate Plan'?

His own people?

What in the world is all this?!

Before he could ponder further, the Village Chief's voice continued.

The following content was the bloody truth about this Tianji Village.

Or rather, about its predecessor—Qingniu Village.

As the information from the jade slip flooded into him like a tide, Chen Zilong's expression began to change dramatically.

The initial horror and disbelief were gradually replaced by an extreme, seething fury.

His brows were locked in a deep furrow, his jaw clenched tight.

The muscles at his temples twitched slightly from the strain, veins bulged on his forehead, and his fingers gripping the jade slip turned white at the knuckles from excessive force, trembling faintly.

That ferocious expression was as if he wanted to devour an invisible enemy whole.