Early on the third day, Hu Ma and his companions, including Zhou Datong, boarded a hired carriage.
The driver was an experienced old hand who had traveled far and wide.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to take on the job of entering the treacherous Old Yin Mountain.
Even so, the old driver had made it clear to Hu Ma, who, despite his young age, was quite generous with his money.
They would only travel during the day, and in case of rain or at night, they would stop to rest.
This was something Hu Ma had learned when he first traveled with Second Master.
He wasn’t as familiar with Old Yin Mountain as Second Master or even the old driver, but being cautious was never a bad idea.
To avoid trouble, Hu Ma hadn’t even brought the Qing Taisui with him, fearing it might attract evil spirits.
Traveling by day and resting at night, they gradually ventured deeper into Old Yin Mountain.
The young men could already feel the familiar aura of home.
Unexpectedly, as they passed through a forest, they ran into some familiar faces.
"Kind travelers, have mercy! Our village has suffered a disaster, and we can’t even celebrate the New Year properly…"