Xiao Ya, the girl who threw the soft cloth at first yesterday.
Why does Han Zhan rember it so clearly?
Because the bigger the dream, the bigger the soft cloth.
Feng Ya’s dreams were big, leaving a deep impression on Han Zhan.
When he heard this, Han Zhan’s first reaction was, could it be such a coincidence?
Yesterday, Han Zhan had asked Feng Pingcheng in detail about the "Call of Fu Xi", the timing was not fixed, but the only certainty was that it wasn’t frequent.
It makes sense, if the ancestors called too often, Fengbai Village would probably already be an empty village by now.
The ones who can hear the calling may be male or female, old or young, with no discernible pattern.
The last to hear the call was Feng Linluan’s son, and that was several years ago.
Unexpectedly, just yesterday, soone heard the call again.
The whole Fengbai Village is bustling right now.
Many people are gathered in front of Feng Ya’s residence, proving that no matter the world, ordinary people have an innate love for gossip.
Han Zhan also walked over and saw Feng Ya surrounded by the crowd.
At yesterday’s bonfire party, the light was too dim to see the details clearly.
Today, he saw that Feng Ya’s dreams were much bigger than they were yesterday, a young face slightly leaning towards a doll-like baby face.
Due to years of labor, her figure was excellent, with not a trace of excess fat, particularly her long legs, supple yet firm.
Among the group of young girls, she indeed stood out like a crane among chickens.
When Han Zhan looked at Feng Ya, Feng Ya also saw him, her eyes lit up, and she jogged out from the crowd.
Then she hugged Han Zhan’s arm tightly.
"Brave brother, I’m scared." As soon as Feng Ya spoke, a strong sense of innocence was apparent.
Sure enough, upon hearing Feng Ya’s words and seeing her hugging Han Zhan’s arm, the other girls’ eyes all flared with anger.
But then they thought it through and let it go.
After all, since you’re going into the mountains anyway, what harm is there in letting her hold him a little longer?
Then they watched as Feng Ya squeezed Han Zhan’s arm out of shape.
"Ahem, Miss Feng Ya, you can just call Han Zhan."
"Brother Han Zhan..."
"If there’s sothing to say, say it, otherwise I’ll leave."
"I want you to accompany into the mountain, is that okay?" Feng Ya said this, lowering her head, her voice as soft as a mosquito’s due to the overbearing nature of her request.
Even though she spoke so softly, the surrounding people still heard, and the young girls of Fengbai Village were imdiately dissatisfied.
"How can that be?"
"No way, Brother Han Zhan just ca out of the mountain, how can you ask him to go back in again!"
"Feng Ya, you have no heart!"
"..."
A cacophony of voices quickly drowned out all other noise, and it wasn’t until Feng Pingcheng, the village chief, ca forward that the situation was brought back under control.
"Everyone, quiet down!" Feng Pingcheng shouted, and once everyone quieted down, he looked at Feng Ya, and Han Zhan beside her.
"Brave warrior Han Zhan, regarding Feng Ya’s request, you don’t have to worry too much. Whether you agree or not, you are the most respected warrior in our village."
See, this is the art of speaking.
"However, I still hope you can go with her." Feng Pingcheng’s tone shifted, and he spoke sincerely.
"Everyone in Fengbai Village is living happily, but because of this call, one family will have to suffer the pain of losing a loved one."
"It’s like a sword hanging over our heads, ready to fall at any mont."
"Warrior, your arrival has given us hope. Only a strong person like you can truly change the fate of Fengbai Village!"
"This is also the hope of all the villagers of Fengbai Village."
As Feng Pingcheng said this, he looked around.
The young girls who were initially unwilling, upon hearing this, all looked down.
Feng Pingcheng was right.
No one wants to be living a good life, only to suddenly hear their ancestors calling them, especially when it ans no return.
If Han Zhan could really solve this big problem, that would be the best.
Hearing Feng Pingcheng’s request, Han Zhan understood completely.
It should have started from last night’s bonfire, Feng Pingcheng had already anticipated today’s situation.
So he was so hospitable to and encouraged a connection with the girls of Fengbai Village.
This way, I can count as half of Fengbai Village.
Not to say Feng Pingcheng is sly and deceitful, for his village and his villagers, it’s understandable.
Han Zhan silently pulled out his arm that had been squeezed out of shape, "Thanks to the village chief’s warm hospitality, I’m willing to accompany Miss Feng Ya."
Feng Pingcheng and Feng Ya both showed joyful expressions upon hearing Han Zhan’s agreent.
According to the village’s tradition.
After hearing the call, one should depart imdiately. Feng Ya said she heard it last night at midnight, so going up the mountain now was urgent.
After quickly packing a few things, Han Zhan and Feng Ya set off for the mountains.
It’s the sa mountain as yesterday, Han Zhan now making his ’second entry’.
Feng Ya, either intentionally or inadvertently, was always walking ahead of Han Zhan on the mountain path, leaving a graceful and thought-provoking silhouette.
By the ti they reached the place where the Calamity Beast was killed yesterday, the discarded entrails and innards were gone.
Only a patch of dried blood remained.
"Brother, you’re amazing!" Feng Ya also saw the patch of blood, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Han Zhan.
Han Zhan felt a bit overwheld by her fervent gaze, coughed lightly, and changed the subject.
"Up ahead is a fork in the road, which way should we go?"
"That way!" Feng Ya pointed to the mountain path directly ahead.
Yesterday, Feng Linluan appeared from a side path, probably circling in the mid-mountain, avoiding danger.
Continuing upwards would lead them deeper into the mountain wilderness, increasing the risk.
After assessing the situation, Han Zhan said nothing and followed on.
After walking for another fifteen minutes, he suddenly heard the sound of flowing water.
Cresting a small hill, the scene before him changed once again.
A small waterfall cascaded down the mountainside, pooling into a clear pond halfway down the hill.
The pool was clear, and the splashing water made a tinkling sound.
Overflowing spring water trickled slowly down another streambed toward the mountain’s base.
"It’s a mountain spring!"
Seeing the spring, Feng Ya was overjoyed. After walking the mountain path for a while, even if you exercise regularly, it left her sweaty and feeling sticky and uncomfortable.
So, she leaped into the pool in front of Han Zhan, like a flawless white fish, splashing countless droplets.
Feng Ya erged from the pond, glancing at Han Zhan with a shy countenance, and extended an invitation.
"Brother Han Zhan, do you want to join ?"
"Sure." Han Zhan nodded.
Unexpectedly, Han Zhan agreed, making Feng Ya visibly happy, only to hear his next words.
"But first, tell why you lied?"
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