"Snow is of course white, hahaha!"
Seeing the little girl's serious expression, Li Genmiao was stunned, then burst into laughter. The little girl in front of him probably thought he was a big idiot who didn't know snow was white.
At this moment, Li Genmiao heard movement from the road outside the village. He retracted his smile and returned to his usual blank face.
He patted the little girl's head and said lightly, "We have guests coming to the village. Perhaps your father is back."
"Daddy's back! Really?"
The little girl raised her head excitedly, then quickly looked towards the road. Indeed, she saw a blue truck with a damaged front but the same license plate number as the one she had been longing for.
"Yay! Daddy's back!!" The little girl jumped happily in the snow.
Li Genmiao silently took out his phone and dialed a number, saying, "The guests have arrived. Prepare yourselves."
After hanging up, the truck had just stopped at the village entrance.
"Miaomiao! My precious daughter! Come and give Daddy a hug~"
As soon as Brother Yang stopped the car, he couldn't wait to stick his head out of the window, affectionately calling his daughter's nickname, then quickly jumped out of the car and lifted the daughter, who was less than his knees, high up.
The little girl was also extremely happy, planting several kisses on Brother Yang's face. Later, because his stubble pricked her little face, she reluctantly let go.
"Daddy, why did you go bald? Aren't you cold?" the little girl asked, touching her father's head.
Brother Yang laughed, "It's snowing in the north, but it's still very hot in the south. Being bald is good; in winter, you won't be afraid of your hair freezing into ice when you wash it!"
As a father, Brother Yang couldn't tell his daughter about his experiences on the road, so he glossed over it in the most humorous way.
After the father and daughter were reunited, Brother Yang, carrying his daughter, walked up to Li Genmiao and said to him:
"Village chief, I've completed the mission. They are all in the car."
Li Genmiao nodded at him, "Accompany Miaomiao well. I'll entertain the guests."
"Okay."
Brother Yang put down his daughter and, holding her hand, Miaomiao eagerly pulled him to see the snowman she had just built.
The father and daughter brushed past Li Genmiao. Li Genmiao closed his eyes for two seconds, and when he opened them, his gaze fell on Yan Shouyi in the car.
Yan Shouyi and the others were wearing thick down jackets and Northeast-style fur hats, seemingly bought by Brother Yang when he stopped on the way.
They still had a look of hesitation on their faces, as if unsure whether to get out of the car.
Getting out of the car meant entering a dragon's den, or at the very least, a Hongmen banquet, fraught with danger.
Li Genmiao shouted at the people in the car, "Are you sure you're not coming down? The northern winter can really freeze people to death! Han San is still unconscious, isn't he? The village has heated kang beds where they can rest and recuperate."
In the car.
"What should we do, do we get out or not?" Long Feicheng asked Yan Shouyi nervously.
Li Genmiao's notoriety far surpassed Yan Shouyi's "God of Slaughter." After all, Yan Shouyi only killed ordinary disciples, while Li Genmiao was a fierce figure who had forced the Old Celestial Master Zhang Yin to his death.
The show-off Long Feicheng had to tuck his tail between his legs now, not daring to be arrogant in front of Li Genmiao.
Yan Shouyi sighed, "If it's destiny, it can't be avoided. If it's misfortune, it can't be escaped. We need to go to Changbai Mountain, and Li Genmiao is a hurdle we absolutely cannot bypass. Let's get out."
With that, he was the first to push open the car door and jump out, followed closely by Long Feicheng and Old Jin.
The dog Taoist was the last to get out. He turned and opened the trunk. Miao Ji got out and observed the surroundings, his expression not looking good. The six surviving disciples of the Maoshan sect peeked out cautiously, not daring to get out.
"Changshan, let them get out," Miao Ji ordered.
Changshan took the order and urged the Maoshan disciples to get out. Xu Shengnan also walked down, carrying the unconscious Hu Chai.
Thus, everyone got out of the car, but their reactions varied.
Seeing Li Genmiao from afar, the dog Taoist and Miao Ji exchanged glances, both hiding their killing intent deeply.
They were true mortal enemies of Li Genmiao, and in the past six months, they and the New Xuan Mountain Sect had clashed many times.
However, this meeting felt somewhat strange.
Li Genmiao stood at the village entrance with his arms spread, like a hospitable B&B owner welcoming guests, his smile sweeter than flowers.
"Yan Shouyi!"
Li Genmiao pointed at Yan Shouyi and laughed, "The famous president of the Folk Research Association, the God of Slaughter! Hahahaha!"
Yan Shouyi's expression was blank. Standing before him was a person a thousand times crazier than Hu Chai. Every word he spoke could be a deadly trap.
Sensing the hostility from the other side, Li Genmiao awkwardly touched his nose. Then, he decided to play the emotional card first.
"Han San is seriously injured and needs a place to rest. Let's go into the village first and arrange a place for him to stay... You haven't eaten yet, right? Come into the village, we have everything here!"
Yan Shouyi and the others relaxed slightly and entered the village without a word.
Li Genmiao welcomed everyone in, and also noticed Xu Shengnan, who was under control, and the unconscious Hu Chai.
He teased, "You tied up Hu Chai; Ji Bing will be furious. But he won't be able to find us here, so you can rest assured."
As if to find more common ground with Yan Shouyi, Li Genmiao sighed, "Ever since Hu Chai's wife died, he's become erratic. He's the most perverted person I've ever met, no exceptions."
Someone more perverted than Hu Chai is yourself, Yan Shouyi replied in his heart.
"Alas, you always stay silent, which makes it difficult for me, the host!" Li Genmiao laughed. "How about this, after settling Han San and the others, I'll take you to meet some old friends?"
Old friends?
Yan Shouyi's expression suddenly changed. Based on his understanding of Li Genmiao, did this mean Li Genmiao had also kidnapped someone, just like Hu Chai kidnapped Han San?
"Don't be nervous, don't get agitated!" Li Genmiao quickly explained, "Not your friends... they are the dog Taoist's friends."
Upon hearing this, the dog Taoist and Miao Ji's expressions turned even uglier. Not only did they remain silent, but they also floated behind Li Genmiao like two plague gods, filled with resentment.
What in the world is going on?
Yan Shouyi was becoming dizzy. He suddenly felt that he was out of place with these people because he was too normal. If his inner demons were still there, perhaps it would be better.
On the way into the village, Yan Shouyi noticed the villagers' peaceful demeanor.
Herb farmers returning from gathering herbs in the mountains; hunters with bountiful harvests setting up stalls at their doors; farm women sitting in their yards basking in the sun with their children.
If it weren't for Li Genmiao, this village could be considered a paradise.
Yan Shouyi noticed that the villagers were not ordinary people. From some of their distinctive details, it could be seen that all the villagers were successors of folk cults!