I followed Master Lao Dao and walked into the village.

It seems that the harvest has been poor in recent years, and this village is really run-down.

The doors of every household are wide open, and there is nothing worth stealing inside.

Not to mention the lack of tables and chairs, there is no daily cleaning either. Dust and cobwebs are mixed together, and the only thing that can barely be considered clean is the altar on the table.

A small statue, carved lifelike.

The figure on the statue has an immortal-like demeanor, with a kind and benevolent expression.

"Who is this statue for?"

I gently touched Xuan Fang, the senior brother next to me.

"Are you blind? You can't even recognize our master?"

Upon hearing this, I didn't ask any further.

So, this is how their master looks in their eyes. It is indeed different from the appearance I saw after peeling off the "skin".

"Xuan Fang, why are you so restless?"

"We are about to meet Mei Jiaoniang. Stay calm, both of you."

Our master's voice came through, reminding the two of us.

We walked to the deepest part of the village, close to the mountains.

A few clean and tidy small houses appeared in front of us.

A girl standing in front of the house had a radiant face like peach blossoms, and her eyes sparkled like stars.

They gazed at our master and disciple with infatuation.

I looked up, my gaze passing over the first two and falling on the last person.

The girl was wearing a pink dress, with long hair flowing like a waterfall, and she had a beautiful and delicate appearance.

Her eyes tried to portray playfulness, but her disdainful smile was not well hidden.

Oops.

How come there's another one with poor acting skills?