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Chapter 1 Going Home
The train arrived two hours late.
When Shen Wuqiu came out of the station, it was already getting dark. Rows of old minibuses and public buses were neatly lined up in the wide square. She knew without asking that the minibuses to town had already stopped running.
She politely declined the guesthouse owner's warm invitation to stay, and asked three taxi drivers before finally finding one who didn't immediately refuse after hearing her name of the place.
"Jingrong Village, most people don't like to go there at night..."
Shen Wuqiu understood his unspoken meaning, and she didn't mince words, "Name your price."
The driver squinted at her, then tentatively held up four fingers.
Four hundred was an outrageous price to begin with, considering the distance from the train station to her doorstep was no more than seventy kilometers. As for the current rates—she hadn't been back for five years. But she didn't care about the money, so she readily agreed.
Upon seeing this, the driver immediately changed his previous indifferent attitude and enthusiastically took the suitcase from her and put it in the trunk.
Although Jingrong Village is far from the city center, it is not a difficult, rugged mountain road. The road is a flat cement road. The main reason why taxis are unwilling to do business in this area is because the route passes through a deserted mountain forest. This is not unusual for a rural town. What is unusual is that there have always been some legends about spirits and monsters in this mountain forest. With the embellishment of later people, this road has become even more legendary.
Drivers who are less daring would avoid going even during the day, let alone at night.
However, there are always some daring ones.
The driver looked to be in his early thirties, and his tone of voice, like his lean physique, exuded a slyness.
Shen Wuqiu wasn't averse to it, but the long train ride of more than ten hours had left her feeling exhausted and she didn't have much desire to talk. However, the road home was too remote, and she didn't want to offend anyone, so she could only muster her energy and chat with people in a casual manner.
"Judging from the beautiful woman's accent, she doesn't seem to be a local. She must be from a big city, right?"
“No, I’m going home,” Shen Wuqiu replied directly in her dialect.
The driver turned around and looked at her with great curiosity, "She really is one of us."
Shen Wuqiu was amused by his funny expression. "It's just that I haven't been back often since I went to university."
"Sigh, there aren't many opportunities for development in our small county. Anyone with some ability goes out to make a living."
"It's all a personal choice, and it has nothing to do with ability."
"People who have gone to school really do talk differently." The driver spat out the betel nut in his mouth towards the window and asked, "Miss, when are you going out again after this trip home? We can add each other on WeChat, and you can just contact me for a ride next time. I'm not bragging, but in your area, besides me, there aren't many people who dare to go out at night."
The driver's spitting of betel nuts was so unkempt that Shen Wuqiu's smile vanished, and she said indifferently, "I won't go out this time I'm going home."
The driver thought he had misheard, and after a moment turned to look at her, "Going home to get married?"
Shen Wuqiu shook his head, his tone flat, "Go home and farm."
The driver clearly didn't believe him, and it took him a while to speak, "Beautiful lady, you're really joking."
Shen Wuqiu was too lazy to explain.
In fact, she did return home to farm. Her elderly father had contracted tens of thousands of acres of mountain forest land, but now his health was failing, and his son was unwilling to inherit the huge family business, so he threatened her to come back and inherit it.
As a young woman, she naturally had no interest in this family fortune. However, nearly a hundred acres of rose gardens among these tens of thousands of acres of land were the life's work of her deceased mother, and she couldn't bear to see them ruined. In addition, she was going through a rough time at work—her greasy boss was sexually harassing her and she was even trying to turn the tables on him.
Under these favorable circumstances, she decided to grant her father's wish.
The driver assumed she was just trying to fool him by not wanting to say more, and being quite perceptive, he stopped asking questions and focused on driving.
Shen Wuqiu was happy to have some peace and quiet, so she closed her eyes to rest.
Once you leave the area around the train station, the traffic on the road becomes increasingly lighter. After turning onto the country road leading to Jingrong Village, you can hardly see any other vehicles.
After driving for an unknown amount of time, a sudden, piercing scream rang out, as if tearing a hole in the tranquil night.
The driver, who was holding the steering wheel with one hand, was startled, dropped the betel nut he was about to tear, and instinctively slammed on the brakes.
Caught off guard, Shen Wuqiu's body lurched forward due to inertia. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and braced herself with her hands on the seat in front of her, preventing herself from hitting her head. "What happened?"
The driver was still a little shaken, and after a few seconds of stunned silence, he turned around and looked at her. "Did you hear that?"
As Shen Wuqiu was resting and feeling drowsy, she couldn't react for a moment. "What did you hear?"
The driver's face tightened, and he swallowed hard before saying, "It's the sound of a child shouting."
Shen Wuqiu belatedly realized that she had also heard that sharp scream. She thought it was a hallucination from when she was half asleep. She glanced out the window and saw only the ink-black night outside, so thick that it seemed as if their little light was the only thing in the world. She was willing to bet that there was no other house within a five-kilometer radius.
"Master, did you hear me wrong?"
The driver was convinced he hadn't misheard, gripping the back of his seat tightly with both hands, looking utterly terrified. "Do you know where we are now? At the foot of Cliff Mountain."
Yai Mountain is the place full of legends about spirits and monsters. It is called Yai Mountain because the mountain is towering into the clouds, but one side is a natural stone that looks like it has been shaved by an axe. The road that passes through Jingrong Village is built on this side of the stone.
The strange and wonderful legends of Yai Mountain have been passed down by people to the point of being almost mythical, but Shen Wuqiu has walked this road back and forth thousands of times and has never encountered any of the things that everyone is talking ab
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