Stabber of Hearts Chapter 11

Fengmu Village is located in the southwestern hinterland of Manzhou, surrounded by steep peaks, overlapping mountains, and dense mountains and rivers. The village has a population of less than a hundred people, all of whom make a living by hunting and relying on the mountains for their livelihood. It is rumored that their ancestors moved here to escape the war during the Warring States Period, and have never entered the world since then, and no outsiders have ever come here. Fengmu Village has been passed down from generation to generation.

At this moment, this supposedly quiet little village is bustling with people coming and going in a constant stream, all wearing different clothes. After careful identification, it is not difficult to see that these people are all disciples from various sects in the martial arts world. For some reason, they have gathered here together. Many sects have long-standing grudges against each other, and they glare at each other when they meet, but I don't know what they are afraid of, and even if they curse at each other, no one actually fights.

"This is about sealing the eyes and eternal calamity, it doesn't sound very auspicious." A delicate female voice was clearly heard amid the noisy noise, her voice was soft and gentle, with a slightly rising ending, which made people feel excited.

The young villager's face turned red with laughter. Seeing her stumbling and unable to continue, he said, "Young lady, you are joking... We have been calling the village by this name since our ancestors built it, and it has never been changed. The mountain behind the village is Wanjie Mountain. There is a Wanjie Sect on the mountain. The people in the sect are very strange, and we never dare to provoke them. Young lady, you'd better avoid them here."

"Thank you for your reminder, little brother. I came here to see how strange these people are." A woman in black clothes was standing in front of the villagers. She had a graceful figure, charming eyes, and a pair of white and slender legs, which were hidden under her skirt and attracted everyone's attention. The woman ignored the stares of the people, smiled at the villager, and hung a fat crucian carp on the firewood pile on his back, "Thank you." She turned around and walked away leisurely.