The Young Master Bai and the Hidden Truth

Several middle-aged men emerged, their faces alight with enthusiastic smiles.

However, the elders standing behind them clearly regarded Bai Wanwan with a degree of wariness, for they felt that this so-called Master Bai…

…appeared far too young, and moreover, was a girl as exquisitely delicate as a porcelain doll.

In remote rural areas, names like Zhaodi and Laidi were commonplace, and it was rare for girls to take center stage, especially during significant events.

To the older generations in the countryside, this was an ironclad rule.

Consequently, the immediate emotions they displayed upon seeing Bai Wanwan were astonishment and distrust.

Bai Wanwan, however, was fine. Unaccustomed to dresses, she wore slightly loose casual trousers paired with a snug inner top and a small jacket.

Yet, Bai Wanwan possessed such inherent charm that even if she donned a burlap sack, she could make it look runway-ready for Paris Fashion Week.

As for Liu Hanzhi and Shi Xiangning, they were even more striking. One was clad in a form-fitting “little mother” dress with black stockings, while the other wore a pink jumpsuit complemented by white stockings.

These outfits were, in fact, paper creations that they had vehemently insisted Bai Wanwan make for them.

These two little female ghosts were truly obsessed with their appearance.

Thus, the older villagers regarded Bai Wanwan and her companions with an even greater measure of suspicion.

“Master Bai, please have a seat. Child’s mother, quickly, go brew a pot of tea for Master Bai.”

One of the middle-aged men, who bore a striking resemblance to the woman, warmly guided Bai Wanwan to a seat.

“You’ve traveled a long way; please rest properly first. Tomorrow, I’ll take you to…”

“Tomorrow?”

Bai Wanwan couldn’t help but frown as she looked at the middle-aged man before her.

“Aren’t you anxious to find the child? Why wait until tomorrow?”

Bai Wanwan placed her small satchel on the table, then gazed earnestly at the middle-aged man.

“Do you have any personal belongings of the child? Hair would be best.”

Bai Wanwan skillfully drew several talismans from her elegant small satchel. Everyone present froze, bewildered by her act of retrieving talismans from such a refined accessory.

They even seemed to glimpse folded yellow paper money inside Bai Wanwan’s satchel.

“Yes! We have hair. Please wait a moment.”

The middle-aged man quickly retrieved a strand of hair and brought it over.

Bai Wanwan wrapped the strand of hair within a pre-drawn talisman. Moments later, the talisman ignited.

Previously, using the child’s birth characters, she could only ascertain their general destiny.

Now, with the child’s hair, Bai Wanwan could clearly discern their recent fortune and current location.

Regrettably, while the fortune was clear — it indicated grave misfortune.

Yet, the location remained indistinct, suggesting the child had indeed entered a Spirit Realm.

Given this turn of events, it seemed highly unlikely the child would emerge unscathed.

“Master Bai? How is it?”

The middle-aged man inquired anxiously.

Bai Wanwan looked up at him, then shook the talisman in her hand. Immediately, the talisman burst into flames, quickly reducing to ashes that vanished into the air.

Everyone present was utterly stunned by Bai Wanwan’s technique.

Conjuring fire from thin air!

In truth, this step wasn’t strictly necessary; it was merely a method for destroying used talismans.

However, Bai Wanwan performed it nonetheless, intending to make these people understand not to try any tricks in front of her.

“Regarding Fengmen Village, you’re still hiding something from me, aren’t you?”

“You claimed Fengmen Village was a ghost village, plagued by supernatural occurrences and countless disappearances.”

“But you failed to mention… that all the missing people were children roughly the same age as your son.”

Bai Wanwan’s words struck home with piercing accuracy. She hadn’t asked a single question, yet what she uttered made several of the elders visibly uneasy.