The Divine Doctor And A Common Farmer-Chapter 1244 - 1324: Finally Waiting for This Moment

Below Anyang Mountain lies a marketplace, very close to Anyang City.

People wander through the market, either picking fruits and vegetables, jostling each other, or chatting in small groups. The topic of conversation is the recent landslide on Anyang Mountain. In the absence of other entertainment, even the smallest incident is magnified as idle chatter, especially considering the loud noise caused by the landslide at Anyang Mountain, which attracted the attention of many nearby residents.

"Luckily, there were no casualties. I have a relative doing business elsewhere, and I heard there was an earthquake there a few months ago; many people died, it was terrible."

"Oh, I know about this too; I heard there was a doctor who took her family and several husbands around to help with disaster relief. Everyone called her a Living Bodhisattva and said she’s the Divine Doctor incarnate."

"Seems like there are still kind-hearted people in this world."

"By the way, does anyone live on Anyang Mountain?"

"I don’t know, but there are rumors about ghosts on the mountain. Sister Li once went up to chop firewood and saw the Ghost Shadow. Those ghosts come and go without a sound, scaring her into having nightmares for many days."

"Those?"

"Yes, it seems there’s a group of ghosts on the mountain, and sometimes they cause terrifying noises, like a group of people screaming at the top of their lungs."

"Really scary... Ah, sorry!"

The person collided with a young woman, who quickly turned to apologize.

The young woman wore Miaojiang clothing, holding a bunch of skewers in her left hand and a meat bun in her right. A unique fragrance surrounded her.

Taking a bite of the bun, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster storing food.

Miao Qing was dressed in exotic blue garments, adorned with strings of silver.

She wore straw sandals, her toes visible.

"It’s okay, how much is this?"

As Miao Qing raised her hand, the bells on her jewelry jingled melodiously.

She picked up a pack of osmanthus cakes and asked the vendor.

The vendor named the price, and Miao Qing tossed a few copper coins, continuing to browse the marketplace, eating as she walked.

Suddenly, she stopped and looked down at little cages made from bamboo; inside were clucking hens. One chicken was peculiar; it had no comb, as if it had been pecked off during a fight with other chickens, with clotted blood on the wound.

Miao Qing raised an eyebrow and bought the chicken.

"Ah, Da Hua, Da Hua, I really miss you."

Holding the cage, she remembered her Da Hua, a similar chicken, and felt a wave of sadness, followed by indignation.

She viciously bit into a skewer, chewing as her eyes narrowed, "Hmph, how dare they slaughter my Da Hua! I won’t rest until they’ve paid in blood!"

In a frenzy, she ate ravenously until her stomach felt like it would burst, finally rubbing her belly as she left the market.

This market was next to Anyang Mountain, located right at the foot of the mountain. Miao Qing was about to return to a small farm courtyard where she was temporarily staying when suddenly she heard the sound of horse hooves.

She looked off into the distance, seeing dust clouds rising.

And atop the horse, a woman like a Rakshasa dressed in black, with white hair and wearing a black eye patch.

This was a one-eyed woman, blinded in one eye.

Miao Qing’s lips curved into a smile.

"Finally, she’s here!"

She licked her lips, then let out a soft, contented laugh.