Chapter 38: Longing
Sad to say, if it’d just been one lost person, then in that period, it wouldn’t really have been considered any big earth-shaking incident.
People die every day in this world, and not all of their deaths could have a clear reason to be found.
Those cultivation sect disciples couldn’t find the person or work out a cause. In the end, they could only recite the easiest explanation for people to accept—devils were afoot.
It was definitely a certain superbly well-concealed, as-yet-undiscovered devil who’d furtively gobbled up that missing man.
Hence, this incident went from "seeking a missing person" to "seeking the concealed devil."
But then, the conclusion they found made people’s hair stand on end…
Ever since, the innkeeper still felt a chill throughout his body, a numbness in his scalp, when he thought back to it. His voice issued out hoarsely: "You… have you seen those devil-probing talismans the cultivators use? They just light them on fire until they burn to ash, and a blow of wind will scatter them out. If they run into demonic energy, those ashes will gather there."
"That day, I looked on as those ashes floated out of my inn’s window. Those cultivators were afraid of causing a panic, and they all pretended to be going on daily patrol or a stroll while they followed the ashes around Falling Flower Mountain Market and back. In the end, they looped back to my inn…"
At the time, everyone was exchanging glances, all thinking that there were too many people in Falling Flower Mountain Market, and all this assembled living human qi provided sufficient cover to any other aura, so the devil-probing talismans were no use.