Relying on the few fruits left on the tree, Chu Lan walked all the way to pick and eat, and finally crossed the ridge with her own foot strength one day later, and arrived near her hometown, a clear mountain stream.

The mountain stream is fast-flowing, and above the stream there is a narrow wooden bridge with no railings, and there is a little ice on the bridge.

Chu Lan stood steadily on the bridge, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Not far away, a small village with a population of dozens of families was waiting for her in the twilight, looking forward to her return—she Chu Lan saw it this way.

Cooking smoke rose from the rooftops of every house, and the gray green smoke looked tired and dim under the deep blue sky.

Chu Lan crossed the wooden bridge and walked briskly onto a stone road leading to the center of the village, looking curiously as he walked.

Although I have vague memories of this place, what I have seen with my own eyes, heard with my own ears, smelled with the tip of my nose, and felt with my fingers are not the same as in my memory.

Obviously, this fireworks aura made up for Chu Lan's strangeness to memory.

Smelling the smoke and looking at the dim firelight from the windows of the cottages, a feeling of déjà vu and a dreamlike feeling came over me.

This is where I was born and raised?

Chu Lan glanced at the dilapidated village, as if he couldn't believe that he would be born here and grow here until he was six years old.

In such a village, would there be hidden immortals who taught her the immortal method of "Five-color True Soul Cultivation Method"?

Is it possible?

In such a barren valley, can people with the ability to practice be bred?

It was getting late and late, there were no pedestrians on the village path, and occasionally domestic dogs would poke their heads by the corner door, and when Chu Lan looked over, they let out a burst of howling sounds.

Chu Lan followed the path of memory step by step to the stone mill in the center of the village, and there was an earthen well and an old locust tree with three people hugging each other next to it.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of breaking through the air......

Chu Lan, who had been nourished by the "Five-color True Soul Cultivation Method" and used the true spirit fragments of the traverser to completely repair the inner soul, heard that something was attacking her, she subconsciously flashed to the side, and a ** pebble grazed her cheek and fell to the ground near her.

When Chu Lan quickly looked back, a little boy with a runny nose glanced at her, and turned around and ran away with a "whoop".

Perhaps it was his voice that stirred up something, and when the little boy screamed and ran through the path between the houses, towards a certain house in the village, the doors of the huts next to the originally empty country road opened one after another, and the people who were cooking or eating all poked their heads out, and when they saw Chu Lan's figure, they all showed the same expression—like a frightened expression of daylight.

"The demon boy is back again!" In all directions, the howls of panic and anxiety came and went, and the people of the various villages jumped at once, and the wailing of the dogs inside and outside the wall, the whole village was like boiling hot oil, and it became burning.

Chu Lan was affected by the atmosphere they brought up, and involuntarily hugged his shoulders, and slowly showed a trace of panic in the woods.

After a while, I heard a rough voice shouting all the way from the end of the street to the street: "What are you howling! Hurry up and beat the demons out!"

With this shout, a man with gray temples but a stout physique ran to the vicinity of the small village stone mill with a firewood knife. When he saw Chu Lan, this person's face changed, but he quickly returned to normal, he spat fiercely into his hand, and then raised the firewood knife and slashed at Chu Lan. Although Chu Lan was a little surprised, the reaction of his body was not slow at all, and he ran to the back of the stone mill at the moment when the wood knife was cut down.

"Why did you cut me?" she asked coldly.

The rough man's eyes widened, although the firewood knife in his hand was rusty, but it was wielded everywhere, Chu Lan only had to be seriously injured if he didn't die.

"You demon, the Taoist chief of the back mountain has said that he wants the mountain god to accept you," the man roared, with his roar, the villagers who were panicked just now also settled down, and they all gathered around, the man saw this and became more and more bold, "The mountain god confiscated you, it can be seen that you are a harmful demon!"

How does this make sense?

Chu Lan didn't open her mouth to argue, and when the man slashed the firewood knife again, she dodged it again, and her pace was fast and thin, and she suddenly went around to the back of the man, and unexpectedly kicked hard in the crook of the man's calf.

The man lost his balance and threw himself on the ground, and the firewood knife in his hand also came out of his hand, and at this moment, the villagers who were watching next to him shouted as if they were boiling a pot: "It's amazing! The demon child is back to kill people-" "The demon child is going to eat people-" "The demon child specializes in eating big men-"

Layers of false shouts rolled out like a tide, and after a while, Chu Lan, who had just returned to his hometown in his memory and was still waiting to receive a warm welcome from his relatives, fell into the encirclement.

Why do you say I'm a demon?

She asked in wave after wave of shouts, but unfortunately her voice had been dispersed by the noise of the crowd.

Soon after, the elders of the village rushed to the vicinity of the small village stone mill, at this time Chu Lan had been surrounded by layers of people, out of awe of the word "demon", except for the rough man who stabbed Chu Lan at the beginning, and now fell to the ground for a long time and couldn't get up, people just besieged but not attacked, they were afraid of Chu Lan, but they looked down on Chu Lan, and it seemed that they didn't want to let her go, and the situation was deadlocked for a while.

"Spread out!" shouted the village elders, and then everyone cheered open a passage and let the old man walk in.

Chu Lan recognized this person from his memory, this was a grandfather of the Chu family's ancestors.

"Baby. This old man Chu didn't shout at Chu Lan like everyone else, but his face was obviously worried, "That day...... Our village discussed sending you away, but I said that I would pour medicine into you, so that you would suffer less...... Why did you come back again?"

Chu Lan frowned: What do you mean? It turns out that the people in this village have already harmed her once?! Or is it medicine? What kind of medicine is the intestinal poison?!

Seeing that Chu Lan was silent, the old man sighed again, turned around and said to the people around him: "Scatter, scatter, scatter!

About this old man had some prestige in the village, or maybe seeing that Chu Lan didn't show his fangs or claws or anything, the surrounding onlookers slowly dispersed in the discussion.

When there was no one around, the old man took out a cloth bag in his arms, and handed it to Chu Lan with a long sigh: "On the day you were born, there was a lot of thunder on the mountain for a long time, and your parents were so scared that they didn't dare to ask you...... Let's go, your life is hard, our village can't keep you, and I don't dare to harm you again, let's go, let's go-"

As he spoke, the old man turned around and walked away in the twilight with his back bent over one step at a time.

Chu Lan opened the cloth bag and found that it was a few pieces of dry and hard dough, she thought about it, rolled up the cloth bag, slowly glanced at the village that had just become clear and blurred in her memory, and resolutely turned around and left.