Chapter 108 Don't Provoke Gods, Kill Gods

The village chief retorted in annoyance, "How would I know?"

The old woman interjected, "I heard my great-grandmother say that this place wasn't called Mo Family Village in the early years. Later, the village produced a 'Mo Huitou' (Don't Look Back)."

"That Mo Huitou was either a person or a ghost. Anyway, the villagers told the younger generations to pay attention to Mo Huitou. No matter day or night, wherever you go, even if you've already passed, never look back."

"Even if you drop something, you have to walk to a corner, make a circle, and then go back to pick it up. Never turn back immediately to pick it up. If you look back, you're done for."

"Over time, this place became known as Mo Family Village."

"The Mo Gan Nian family was the first family in this village to be surnamed Mo."

The village chief's son listened in a daze, but the village chief scolded, "Why are you talking about this at night? Hurry up and set up the offering, quickly."

Setting up an offering in the countryside isn't anything special. Unlike large families who slaughter cows and sheep for sacrifices, it's just a few steamed buns, some fruit, and at most, a chicken. The village chief's family didn't even kill a chicken; they just set out the offerings.

Everything went smoothly from setting up the offering to lighting the incense. The three people were all normal. But when the village chief raised the incense to step forward, the village chief's family all inexplicably turned their heads.

The three of them, in the same posture, turned their heads in the same direction towards the courtyard gate. Ye Yang's gaze followed, but his divine eye only saw half a figure squatting at the door.

From the posture, the person looked like an old farmer squatting outside the door smoking a pipe. Ye Yang could even see the spark of fire from the pipe. But the figure didn't look like a living person. Ye Yang clearly saw a piece of white cloth draped over the person's head.

As Ye Yang's eyes widened, the three people facing the window turned their heads again. In that short moment, the color drained from their faces almost instantly, and the pupils in their eyes dilated.

The village chief shouted like a vengeful ghost, "Please, immortal, return to your place!"

After that cry of "Please, immortal, return to your place!" the originally open door slammed shut in an instant. The indoor light seemed to be covered by a hand over the bulb, becoming abnormally dim. Ye Yang only felt an extremely familiar power seeping into the room from the doors and windows.

Witchcraft!

Ye Yang was extremely familiar with witchcraft spells. If a witch secretly cast a spell, he would definitely be able to detect their presence. But this time, he only felt witchcraft power涌涌 into the door but couldn't determine the specific location of the person.

Ye Yang silently opened his divine eye and immediately saw streams of black smoke quietly infiltrating from the cracks in the doors and windows. The smoke entering the room was like slender human hands, silently approaching Ye Yang, sharp fingers constantly reaching towards Ye Yang's limbs.

The three people in the courtyard knelt on the ground together, about to kowtow to Ye Yang. Wang the Butcher also appeared outside the door...

Wang the Butcher pulled away two of them, but the last person completed the final rite before dying, driven by the witchcraft power of the dead to grab at Ye Yang's shoulder at the last moment.

Ye Yang only tilted his head slightly outward and allowed the other party's five fingers to clasp his shoulder. Before the other party could pull outward, the true qi in Ye Yang's body burst out.

As Ye Yang shattered the black smoke, he also heard a cold laugh in his ear: "Not bad, provoking gods. You will die without a complete corpse."

Ye Yang only chuckled coldly, then stood up and walked into the courtyard.

After listening to Ye Yang, Wang the Butcher couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "You knew the ghost was going to kill you. Why didn't you shatter the witchcraft power sooner?"

"I deliberately let it leave a mark." Ye Yang glanced sideways at the three claw-like finger marks on his shoulder. "The people of Mo Family Village think there's a dead person among us. I also think it's hard to tell who's human and who's ghost among them. By letting it leave a mark on me, I can find him."

"They say I'm provoking gods? I'm killing gods."

Ye Yang was familiar with witchcraft. He controlled a section of the other party's witchcraft power on his body. It wasn't that the other party had locked onto Ye Yang, but that Ye Yang was locking onto the target.

Just as Wang the Butcher was about to speak, a gong suddenly rang out in the village. Someone was banging on the gong, calling all the villagers out.

Before long, Ye Yang heard people running towards the village chief's house.

Wang the Butcher's expression darkened slightly. "The ghost is going to play with people. I'll cremate the bodies."

When ghosts can't defeat warlocks, they're likely to use all sorts of tricks to confuse the villagers. Using people to deal with warlocks is one of their methods. If the villagers find two corpses here, Ye Yang would be in a situation where he couldn't explain himself.

Ye Yang said in a deep voice, "It's too late. Get the bodies inside."

Just as Ye Yang and the other got the bodies inside, the villagers crowded to the gate of the village chief's house. Ye Yang and Wang the Butcher also walked out to meet them.

Before Wang the Butcher went out, he specially looked back and saw that the two corpses on the ground had been covered with a layer of white cloth.

More white cloth!

What is the meaning of this white cloth?

Why is everyone in the village mysteriously covered with a layer of white cloth when they die?