Chapter 464: The Daoist’s Rain-Summoning Ritual! A Clan Wiped Out! The Crow-Eyed Shopboy! Rudimentary First Realm!
Liu Jun said, “According to my grandfather’s records, the town suffered a severe drought that year, not a single drop of rain fell. All the crops were about to dry up and die in the fields. Fortunately, a Daoist came. With one look, he said the town’s feng shui was bad, and that this was what caused the natural disaster. So he presided over the construction of the ancestral hall and chose the site himself.
“Strangely, the moment the ancestral hall was finished, it suddenly rained heavily. After that, the weather was favorable every year, the harvests were abundant, and the town became prosperous.”
A Daoist summoning rain... Li Yanchu listened patiently. This technique sounded more like something a feng shui master would do. Traditionally, rain-summoning required ritual altars, not site selection.
At this time, he remained silent. Something must have gone wrong afterward, otherwise, the whole clan wouldn’t have ended up nearly wiped out.
The Liu ancestral hall was abandoned and became what it was today.
Liu Jun continued, “Later, strange things began happening in the town. At first, poultry started getting eaten. People thought wild animals had come down from the mountains. But more and more households kept losing poultry, and traps were useless. The town chief led the militia on night patrols to catch the culprit.
“And then they discovered that a married couple in one household... were secretly eating their own poultry in the middle of the night. They were eating them raw and savagely. It was gruesome.
“That incident shocked everyone. Later, they realized all the households whose poultry were ‘stolen’ were actually eating them themselves in the middle of the night! But when questioned afterward, none of them remembered anything.
“Then people started dying. First the elders, then the middle-aged, then the young adults. Families were wiped out one by one. In a short time, the entire Liu clan died out. Some said altering the feng shui doomed the whole village. Though back then, a few people did manage to escape.”
Liu Jun’s voice sounded sorrowful. An entire town of people were gone just like that; it was unimaginable what kind of terror the Liu clan had faced at the time.
“Is your grandfather still alive?” Li Yanchu asked suddenly.
“He’s dead,” Liu Jun said. “He hanged himself.”