After Luo Chen left, Zhang Panpan frowned and thought about it seriously.
Indeed, there was no way it could work between her and Yang Minghui.
Because they were simply not from the same world.
Although Luo Chen kept saying he could help her sort it out, she did not believe Luo Chen had that kind of ability. The trouble she faced was far beyond what ordinary people could understand.
How could an ordinary person like Luo Chen possibly help her resolve it?
Still, what Luo Chen said made Zhang Panpan realise the problem between her and Yang Minghui.
Although the time had not yet come, she really needed to end things with him once and for all.
So Zhang Panpan dialled Yang Minghui’s number and called him back.
After a few words, Yang Minghui stood there with a dazed and lost expression on his face, full of frustration.
Zhang Panpan then called a taxi and left.
But Yang Minghui had been chasing Zhang Panpan for so many years. If a few words could send him away, he would not have pursued her for so long.
Not long after Zhang Panpan left, Yang Minghui secretly followed her again.
Zhang Panpan went home first, packed some things, left a note for her parents saying she was going travelling, and then reluctantly left the house.
Yang Minghui naturally followed her secretly.
On the other side, Luo Chen carefully sensed the surroundings. To prevent any accidents earlier, he had deliberately done something to Yang Minghui.
So Luo Chen could sense roughly where Yang Minghui was now.
But after sensing that location, Luo Chen could not help but frown.
In Yongji County there was a mountain. It was not very high but still counted as a large mountain.
Few people went there normally. It was not because of poisonous insects or fierce beasts, but because everyone who grew up in Yongji County had heard the older generation tell legends about that mountain.
These legends all carried a layer of mystery and terror.
During the warlord era, a band of around a hundred bandits was chased to Yongji by warlord troops.
A hundred bandits was already quite a large group. After all, even the famous Northeast bandit leader Zuo Shandiao only had a few dozen men according to real records.
To escape pursuit, the bandits entered the mountain.
When the warlord troops chased after them, they also felt troubled. These bandits were all fierce and experienced. If they occupied the high ground in the mountain, it would be hard to attack.
But strangely, when the warlord troops reached the foot of the mountain, several thousand men were so frightened that they fled Yongji overnight.
It was said that dozens of them died of fright on the spot.
As for the hundred bandits, they were never seen again.
Then came the period of resistance against Japan. After the Japanese devils arrived in Yongji, they also wanted to build some artillery positions on the mountain.
They sent dozens of men to scout first.
It was said that after waiting three full days with no one returning, the Japanese sent another unit up the mountain, only to get the same result.
They were completely terrified and eventually dropped the idea.
These two events are legends. Whether they are true or exaggerated can no longer be verified.
But the older generation in Yongji County held great awe towards that mountain. Through word of mouth, the younger people in Yongji County had also heard about it.
It was also said that someone once took a fancy to the area and planned to build villas and farm stays there, but for some unknown reason the project never went ahead.
Some people claimed that when construction started and they dug, black blood kept seeping out from the soil, scaring the construction team so much that they stopped work.
There were many rumours about the place, but usually when bold people went up they found nothing unusual and nothing happened at all.
At this moment Zhang Panpan was heading towards that mountain.
Yang Minghui quietly followed behind her.
As the sky gradually darkened, Zhang Panpan had already gone up the mountain.
Yang Minghui followed and felt puzzled. Why would Zhang Panpan come here so late at night?
Through the dense leaves, Yang Minghui saw Zhang Panpan arrive beside a dry well.
While Yang Minghui was wondering why there was a dry well here, he suddenly witnessed a scene he would never forget for the rest of his life.
Zhang Panpan’s hair had somehow grown all the way down to her feet. It hung into the dry well and continued growing madly.
The black hair was now as messy as straw. Then Zhang Panpan knelt by the edge of the well, as if something was constantly pulling her downwards.
Or more like something was climbing up along her hair.
Seeing this scene, although Yang Minghui was terrified, he still felt worried for Zhang Panpan. He truly liked her.
So Yang Minghui gathered his courage and walked out directly.
Zhang Panpan also sensed someone behind her at this moment. She turned her head sharply, and her hair instantly broke off.
At the same time, a group of people appeared behind Yang Minghui.
Leading them was an old man who looked over sixty, short in stature and wearing a black mourning robe that made people feel extremely uncomfortable. Behind him were four men in suits.
Just from their bearing, those four men were clearly either rich or noble, definitely not ordinary people.
When Zhang Panpan saw Yang Minghui and the old man, she froze at once.
A trace of fear even flashed across her face.
“Panpan?” Yang Minghui called out with concern.
“Heh, I did not expect someone to come and ruin Master Zhang’s plans!” one of the men snorted coldly.
Zhang Panpan’s expression changed drastically.
“Master Zhang, he is my friend. He might have followed by mistake…”
“Shut up!” that man snorted coldly.
“Panpan, who are they? And what about you?” Yang Minghui was confused by the situation.
“Since you have discovered it, there is no need for you to stay alive.” The man spoke with an extremely cold voice.
The old man had not spoken at all, but from the attitude of the four men towards him, it was clear that the old man held a very high status. The four men even showed a trace of fear towards him.
“What do you want to do?” Although Yang Minghui felt surprised, he was not too worried.
This was a society ruled by law. Murder?
That would mean prison.
More importantly, Yang Minghui had trained in boxing since childhood. He did not even take three or five strong men seriously.
The man beside the old man gave a cold laugh, loosened his muscles, and slowly walked towards Yang Minghui.
“Master Zhang, he is my friend. Please…”
“Enough. You can hardly protect yourself and you still want to save him?” The old man looked impatient.
“Panpan, do not be afraid. I do not take them seriously.” Yang Minghui looked at the approaching man and remained calm.
But in the next moment, Yang Minghui was suddenly stunned. A layer of frost had appeared on the ground centred around the old man and spread outwards at a visible speed.