73 The Jingpo Autonomous Prefecture

Mumu was still waiting with the fat monk so Wen Leyang was no longer worried. He wrote a reply on a note with his skewed handwriting for Ah Dan to bring back as a report of their safety. He also requested Mumu to come down and join them. The Seven Maidens Mountain was more desolate than the Nine Peaks Mountain and there was utterly no reception signal on his cellphone at all.

Ah Dan, with his hand pressing on the copper pan, left as ordered…

Bushuo, Buzuo, and the rest of the Qing Miao clansmen were slowly regaining their consciousness. They looked at the fire altar which had broken into pieces and the expressions of the Qing Miao clansmen in the stockade village turned panicked. Right until that very moment before the wicked witch had cast her devilry spell, they had finally understood that Second Mother's words in the past were right, that their own witchcraft powers were being drained and stripped away along with the black-colored human figures in midair.