Chapter 175: No Reply

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The mist permeates the year, day and night... Rumors of ghost stories abound.

The valley was peaceful and quiet, especially tonight with a few stars shining in the sky. The wooden house stood by the clear stream, and a sense of tranquility flowed quietly through it.

"Woof woof woof!"

The old dog suddenly barked.

The clamour disturbed the night, and ripples spread across the clear stream. The moon's reflection was fragmented on the water.

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The valley woke up.

A rocking chair sat in front of the wooden house, and an old man with white hair was dozing on it.

"What's the fuss about" he mumbled grumpily, his eyes still closed.

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"Boss, it's me."

A young man with long hair and blood-red eyes broke through the light night, quickly walking to the elder's side.

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Woof woof woof!

The old yellow dog in the corner barked at him several times, looking quite fierce.

Unfortunately, the old bones were so tired, they lacked any sense of intimidation.

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That's just because this "newcomer" wouldn't dare to contradict it.

An old man sitting on a bench opened his eyes and looked: “Oh, little snake.”

Fang Huerling had long been accustomed to it.oved.But only heard him sing a song—"Life has regrets, endure and look back. The world is impermanent, how can one bear the wear and tear"This handsome monk, who knows how many times he has risen and...