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Wei Ying did not know what to do the moment those words left the boy's mouth. Their headquarters? Missing for years? It wasn't even that long when they left there to assist the citizens of their neighboring towns.
"You must be joking, kid. We were literally there just this morning. We only left a few hours ago, "he said, ignoring the suspicion they directed at him. "Please, we have no time to waste. My friend is dying here. We'll be fine on our own. We just need to go down this mountain, and we can attend to his injuries once we are back at our home. " Xie An finally spoke, since the tragedy happened.
We ourselves don't have time to joke with you as we are busy dealing with our own duties and the resentment left here. Méiguī shān did exist. It was not far from this mountain, but it just disappeared, leaving no traces of its existence other than the people who used to go there. " The purple man explained, still with a frowning face.
"You can follow the trail of resentment that was left here. I have a feeling that someone had planned on bringing the undead army to the nearby village." Wei Ying said that, seeing that these people won't really have the answers they desire. Why would they even help us, were practically strangers and given that they are well-versed in dangers involving rising corpses and know how to deal with them. Cancel the fact that there really are no similar things between us other than the fact that they're Asian and part of the human species. But... how do they even know about resentment, corpses, and things like this? The only reason that I'm not a dunce about this stuff is because Aunty Su and Uncle An used to tell stories regarding cultivation, flying swords, sects, and many more.
With no ideas left, Wei Wuxian agreed to their option to stay with them atleast untill all their exhaustion and injuries are healed.
They finished clearing up the mountain before going down.