Xiao Han walked in; the small village wasn't very populated, only a few children and some elderly people were present, who viewed Xiao Han's arrival with curiosity.
However, they didn't ask questions, as it wasn't unusual for mountaineers to visit the village at this time.
Some of them even stayed in their village and naturally, those visitors would pay some money, which the villagers quite appreciated.
Xiao Han strode over to a house made of red bricks and pushed the door open.
A man sat cross-legged inside, his body enveloped in swirling demon energy. As soon as Xiao Han entered, the man's gaze shot toward him, his eyes blood-red with overwhelming murderous intent.
"It's you," Qi Chuhai said coldly, his eyes filled with hatred when he looked at Xiao Han.
If it weren't for Xiao Han, the relationship between him and Zhang Suqin wouldn't have deteriorated to this extent; in less than a month, they had turned into mortal enemies.
