At that time, Zhang Jing had already walked back to the Village Office dormitory.
Because Xie Runfa's car lights were on, he could see Zhang Jing walking back along the village road.
Luo Yang learned a fact: once the Yin Spirit was several hundred meters away from Zhang Jing, she could no longer sense the direction of the Yin Spirit.
When Luo Yang thought he was certainly going to die, he saw a car coming from a distance.
From the direction the car was traveling, it was clear it was heading to the Hongyun Brigade.
Luo Yang quickly drifted over with the wind, and as he neared, he realized it was Lang Yifeng's Volkswagen Passat.
So Luo Yang drifted into Lang Yifeng's car.
The car was filled with village ruffians, who, from their conversation, were just returning from a late-night snack outside.
Conveniently, one of the ruffians lived near Qin Piao's house, and the car would pass by the front of Qin Piao's house.
Luo Yang hitched a ride and by the time he got off, the wind had started to die down.
Just before it began to rain, the wind stopped, and the air was particularly muggy.
Luo Yang struggled to slip into the house, went upstairs, re-entered the room, and the Yin Spirit returned to where it belonged.
He slowly woke up, only to feel his head was heavy and his mind was foggy.
Fortunately, just less than 2 minutes after returning to Qin Piao's house, a thunderstorm started.
But without finding a way to save himself, Luo Yang felt he couldn't last till dawn.
It was the first time he had encountered an injured Yin Spirit.
Without a master's guidance, he had to figure everything out on his own.
Apart from entering the landscape painting in the "Shennong Scripture," Luo Yang didn't know where else he could go.
Since it wasn't a physical injury, going to the hospital probably wouldn't be of any use.
Strangely, once inside the landscape painting, the Yin Spirit seemed to become somewhat clearer.
Luo Yang's mind quickly spun, searching for a way to treat the injured Yin Spirit within the "Shennong Scripture."
But he found nothing.
The medical section of the "Shennong Scripture" was almost all about treating physical bodies, with no mention of treatments for the Yin Spirit.
Helplessly, he had to first enter the stone cave to see if he could find any clues to save himself.
The "Soul Sutra" was found there.
To enter the stone cave, he had to swim across the pond.
The water from the beauty stream was the water in the pond, and its effects need no further mention.
As soon as he jumped into the pond, Luo Yang felt the Yin Spirit throughout him relax.
After he climbed ashore, his right shoulder was also not that painful.
His mind almost returned to normal, and he no longer felt muddled.
Huh? Did the pond water have a healing effect on the Yin Spirit?
Luo Yang speculated in his heart.
Thinking this, he jumped back into the pond and swam a few laps.
About 5 minutes later, when Luo Yang stood on the shore, he realized his Yin Spirit had healed!
Haha...
Trying to kill me isn't that easy!
Haha...
Overjoyed, Luo Yang couldn't help but laugh uproariously into the sky.
Twenty minutes earlier, he was thinking he was inevitably going to die.
He would have died without even leaving a last word, feeling deeply sad in his heart.
But now, he was back to health, the gloom in his heart swept away, and he felt an overwhelming excitement, wanting only to share this with the beauties around him.
Luo Yang then slipped out of the landscape painting and returned to reality.
Only then did he realize Tang Guihua and An Yuying had moved closer to him, pressing against his body.
The reason was simple: outside, the thunder was relentless, one boom after another, shaking the house.
The window glasses also seemed scared, rattling loudly.
The wind carried the rain, and the rain borrowed the force of the wind.
The storm lashed against the windows with a crackling sound, like a demon slapping the glass from outside.
The gale swept through the valleys, whisked across the forest, and passed through the houses.
Hu hu…
The sound resembled a ghost wailing and a god howling, which indeed made people uneasy.
Luo Yang lay between An Yuying and Tang Guihua.
Initially, he had entered the landscape painting, naturally unaware of the situation around his physical body.
Later, when the Yin Spirit went to look for Zhang Jing, his physical body lost all sensation.
The Yin Spirit returned but focused only on saving itself, paying no attention to the sleeping conditions of the two Village Beauties.
It was only when he came out of the landscape painting that he realized they had both moved closer to him.
At first, the two Village Beauties merely tried to get as close to Luo Yang as possible, clearly seeking his comfort.
Every thunderclap that burst through the air made not just the beauties, but even Luo Yang himself, flinch slightly.
Within less than half a minute, both Village Beauties had snuggled closer to him.
They each hugged one of Luo Yang's arms and rested their faces on his shoulders, their warm breaths heating his neck.
Sour and tingly.
They then placed one leg on top of Luo Yang's legs, effectively sharing his legs equally.
By then, Luo Yang could clearly feel their delicate bodies trembling lightly.
Whenever a clap of thunder sounded outside, the bodies of the two Village Beauties would jerk violently.
They did not speak, but their body language told Luo Yang that they wanted to be comforted.
With the Yin Spirit healed, Luo Yang was in a great mood.
As the beauties were scared and he was an able-bodied man, Luo Yang naturally felt the responsibility to protect them well.
He first pecked An Yuying's red lips, then turned his head and pecked Tang Guihua's lips.
Both Village Beauties smiled silently.
It wasn't just Luo Yang talking nonsense.
Their bodies were pressed against his, and when they smiled, their delicate forms naturally vibrated slightly.
That was first.
Second, when they were not smiling, their breaths were more even.
It was only when they silently smiled that their breath would suddenly intensify, and their mouths would also emit a warm current.
Luo Yang patted their backsides with both hands, signaling them not to be afraid.
However, whenever a new thunderclap sounded, they would still flinch.
But it was not as intense as before.
Thunderstorms in the south usually started around late April in the solar calendar and would last until December.
However, after November, thunderstorms became much less frequent.
September and October remained peak periods for thunderstorms.
The mingling roars of thunder, wind, and rain sounded as if thousands of troops were charging over, and like hundreds of ghosts and spirits were roaring.
In the countryside, the sounds are even more unsettling.
There is also a crucial reason for this, which is that rural people are more likely to believe in ethereal beings like gods and spirits.
Placations like the God of Thunder, Goddess of Lightning, God of Rain, Earth God, and monsters from the mountains were deeply embedded in the villagers' minds.
Normally, you wouldn't notice how superstitious the villagers were.
But once something related to gods or spirits occurred, or could be associated with them, the superstitious thoughts of the villagers would surge from the depths of their minds.
Customs passed down for thousands of years were imprinted on every villager's cerebral cortex.
Even someone like An Yuying, a young woman who had been to university, dared not venture alone into the mountains at night.
It wasn't that she was afraid of venomous snakes and such—it was her psyche that troubled her, making her believe there were unclean things in the dark, deep mountains at night.
On such stormy days, the outside was pitch black, with various sounds that fueled wild imaginations rampant, and occasional lightning that illuminated the surroundings, flooding the room with light before quickly extinguishing.
Accompanied by the pounding thunderclaps that seemed to nearly rupture one's eardrums.
Ordinary thunder was bearable.
Sometimes, however, there would be super lightning that looked like a river with numerous branches streaking straight down from the heavens, eerie yet magnificent.
The dazzling light would extinguish in an instant, followed by a deafening thunderclap that shattered the void and subdued all living beings.
During these times, even the dogs that usually barked a lot would cower together, too afraid to make a sound, such was the intimidating power of the thunder and lightning.
Being male, Luo Yang naturally had more courage.
He alternated between lightly pecking the red lips of the two Village Beauties and gently caressing their soft, warm backs, eventually helping them somewhat calm down.