Daily Life in the Countryside After Being Reborn

Chapter 701: Chapter 67: News of Death (Fan Ticket Third Watch)

Xiao Xian wanted to step forward to help, but Zhou Ziang stopped him with a gesture. The white Mao Da dog didn’t actually have any intention of harming anyone; it only gently held Zhou Ziang’s hand in its mouth and started pulling him outside.

The little girl saw the strange behavior of the big dog, firmly grabbed the thick fur on its neck, and pulled back, but despite her considerable effort, she could not budge the dog which was several times her size.

A strange scene unfolded in the house. The big dog wanted to lead Zhou Ziang outside, while the little girl tried to pull the white Mao Da dog back inside, leaving Xiao Xian staring blankly, unsure of which side to support.

Just as things were at a stalemate, the continuously closed door was blown open by a fierce snow breeze, and a "snowman" walked in.

A genuine "snow" man, with white hair and white boots; if not for the heat melting the snow around his nose and eyes, Xiao Xian might have thought they were encountering a demon.

Seeing the newcomer, the little girl, excited like a fledgling bird, suddenly dashed and plunged into the "snow" man’s arms with indescribable affection.

It seemed the family’s adult had returned. Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang exchanged glances while the big dog also stopped pulling and started whimpering affectionately at the "snow" man.

"Ba Dong, Xiao Que, there are guests at home, you should at least greet them properly," the man said boldly as he wiped his face, revealing a clean, broad face immediately.

So, the Korean little girl’s name was "Xiao Que." She had been quietly accompanying Xiao Xian and their group these past few days, but now seeing her "father," she truly resembled a chatty little sparrow.

Xiao Xian couldn’t help but smile at her childish demeanor.

It turned out he really was a Han person, Xiao Xian noticed an indescribably aged face. The newcomer was neither tall nor short; by the standards of typical Northeastern people, he was relatively short at around 1.75 meters, with long hair and beard, seemingly untrimmed for a long while.

The clothing on him wasn’t quite clothing, but rather a cloak stitched together from various types of animal skins, adorned with pieces of ice and several large rips.

Seeing strangers in the house, the man wasn’t surprised. He nonchalantly waved at Xiao Que, who hurried to heat up the leftover potato soup from dinner.

It seems Xiao Que was quite accustomed to the man’s travel routines, having correctly anticipated his return tonight.

Zhou Ziang became defensive. The man... his eyes turned towards the still-opened door. The wind and snow were raging outside, and it had turned completely dark. The newcomer carried no lanterns nor was led by dogs. Gazing at the snowy path he had crossed, no footprints were visible. This man, almost ghostly in his arrival, could it be that he came riding the wind?

"Young man, stop looking. The way you came is the same way I did," the Han man casually tossed his frozen stiff animal skin cloak on the floor, making a sound like a rock.

"Who is this senior?" Even Zhou Ziang was unsure how to address him, so he vaguely referred to him as "senior."

Setting aside other things, one thing was certain: this man knew much more about this mountain than Xiao Xian and his group.

After Xiao Que served the heated soup, the man ate unhurriedly. Contrasting with his rugged appearance, his eating manner was exceptionally refined, systematic, and silent. By the end, his soup bowl was very clean.

"Having eaten and drank well, are you people from Mei Family?" The man’s sudden remark caused Xiao Xian and Zhou Ziang to change expressions.

"Who are you? Do you know Master Mei, I mean Senior Mei Nian," Xiao Xian said, his heart filled with hope again. He had been at Changbai Mountain for several days without news of Mei Nian, and now this stranger who suddenly asked about Mei Family must know something.

"Master Mei? Has the Mei Family really not come to an end?" The man glanced at Xiao Xian, but most of his gaze was fixed on Zhou Ziang and the ice blade fragment he held in his hand.

The men’s exchange made Xiao Xian feel severely ignored.

"Senior, it is I who am asking. I am the heir of the Mei Family, please tell me, how is my master?" Despite not perceiving any traces of Spiritual Power on this beast-like man, Xiao Xian knew well that those with profound Spiritual Power were adept at concealing their own – something he had already witnessed with Zhou Ziang.

"That is truly unfortunate, it seems the Mei Family is destined to decline," the man dismissively tossed his cloak into the fireplace, "I thought Mei Nian kept talking about some prodigy, but it turns out to be just a little girl who hasn’t even reached the Gold Grade."

The animal skin cloak hissed in the fireplace, but curiously, the cloak did not catch fire but merely melted the snow.

The man’s deliberate sarcasm didn’t ignite Xiao Xian’s anger, instead, he calmed down, "Tell me, how is Master Mei?" From the man’s attitude, Xiao Xian sensed something, but he still insisted on asking.

"Do you really want to know?" The beast-like man chuckled sinisterly, "Well I will tell you, but you need to listen carefully, Mei Nian is dead."(To be continued. If you enjoy this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets, monthly tickets at Qidian (). Your support is my greatest motivation.)