"Lying... lying?" Hearing Han Zhan's words, Feng Ya's little face suddenly turned pale.

Even her smile became quite stiff.

"Brother Zhan, I... I don't understand what you're saying."

"If you don't like me... I won't say these things anymore."

Feng Ya softly murmured, pitiful and weak.

Plus, from Han Zhan's angle by the pond, the spring water was very clear, and Han Zhan's eyesight was good, so things suddenly became subtle.

This girl truly understands the posture of asking for help, but as for me, Han, I have read the classics.

Han Zhan looked for five minutes, thoroughly gauging the depth of the pond, and then spoke without changing his expression.

"That's right, if I'm not mistaken, you probably never heard any ancestral call at all."

"The things you said during the day were probably all lies. You deceived the village chief and me."

Hearing Han Zhan declare such words with certainty, Feng Ya finally panicked.

"I asked Feng Linluan, after his son heard the call, he seemed possessed, with only one thought left in his mind: to enter the mountain."

"But you, not only didn't enter the mountain that night, you even announced it widely the next day, alarming the village chief, and deliberately clung to my hand, refusing to let go."

"This was obviously to make me compromise due to other factors, to enter the mountain with you."

"And after entering the mountain, you wandered around at ease, and even had the mood for a bath, I could roughly judge that you were not called by the ancestors."

Han Zhan's analysis made Feng Ya lower her head even more.

"I... I just..."

"I just like you and want to be with you!" Feng Ya suddenly raised her head and said loudly.

Han Zhan opened his mouth.

To seduce him with lies, entering the mountain at the risk of encountering the Calamity Beast, and flirting in the deep mountains and forests?

Han Zhan could only say that the girls of this world are too bold.

"You deceived me, fine, but you also deceived the village chief. Every time he asks for my help, it's one less opportunity. If he finds out about this..."

With a splash, Feng Ya jumped out of the water.

She pleaded with Han Zhan, "Please, don't tell the village chief, I just lost my head for a moment."

Looking at her desperate pleading, Han Zhan sighed.

"Forget it, I'll help cover up this lie, and that'll be the end of it. You've played enough, bathed, and made a fuss, let's go down the mountain."

Just as Han Zhan was about to pass the gear to Feng Ya, ready for her to dress and leave.

A faint voice suddenly echoed in their ears.

"Help me... my people... come save me..."

Upon hearing this voice, Feng Ya's face suddenly turned pale.

She looked at Han Zhan with fear and helplessness in her eyes.

She actually heard the ancestral call!

Han Zhan also heard the call, just as he was about to say something to comfort Feng Ya, Feng Ya suddenly went blank, her eyes glazed over, and she released Han Zhan, stiffly heading towards the mountain again!

As for Han Zhan, he was not affected at all.

Han Zhan hesitated but ultimately decided to follow her.

Feng Ya's steps were not slow, after falling into a dazed state, her speed didn't decrease, in fact, it increased a lot.

She had no equipment on, which left Han Zhan at a loss for words.

Will this girl feel so embarrassed to the point of suicide when she regains consciousness?

The spring had long been left behind, and it was now noon.

They finally reached the mountain peak.

To Han Zhan's surprise, there was an altar built at the top of the mountain.

This altar was carved from stone.

Each stone weighed a thousand pounds.

He wondered who had carried it up the mountain back then.

The stones were piled to form gates.

Many intricate carvings formed a huge circular platform, its purpose unknown.

Then Han Zhan saw Feng Ya climb onto the platform, standing in the center of the giant disk.

She suddenly had a sharp stone knife, cutting her own arm.

Soon, blood began to flow down her arm.

Drop by drop, the blood dripped onto the disk, only then did Han Zhan see, where Feng Ya's blood soaked into the disk, a faint groove appeared, and the blood started flowing into it.

Eventually, all the grooves were soaked with blood.

A blurry figure appeared above them in the sky!

It was a tall silhouette, dressed simply, yet it invoked an urge to worship.

His movements carried an inherent rhythm, inspiring awe.

He turned around, looking towards the altar.

Han Zhan looked up, meeting his gaze, only to see a blur of light, unable to discern any real features.

Then, with a point of his finger, the entire picture in their view exploded.

Transforming into an image sketched in golden light.

In that image, a bird burning with golden light flew from the sky, perching on a tree.

Soon, other trees in the image began to wither, leaving the only tree to grow taller and larger.

Until one day, the branches suddenly curled back, likening to a clenched ghostly claw, tightly binding the bird on the tree.

The golden bird struggled fiercely, yet could not escape, eventually losing life within the tightening branches.

The scene abruptly stopped.

Only then did Han Zhan's eyesight slowly return.

The scene he just witnessed felt like watching a paper-cut animation, but with the golden bird's death, it was filled with a sense of grotesque and bloodshed.

"The tree mutated and then killed the golden bird that perched on it."

"So, is this scene trying to tell me what the next clue is?"

After the scene ended, the light image of Fu Xi dimmed completely, as if it had never appeared.

On the stone disk, Feng Ya also lay limp, curled up there, but breathing deeply, without life-threatening danger.

As Han Zhan thought everything was over,

suddenly there was a strong wind pressure above his head.

The sky suddenly darkened.

Looking up, it was a pair of enormous wings.

It was a strange-looking bird, its massive wings blocked the sky, its brown and black feathers covering its entire body.

When Han Zhan looked up at it, its head turned towards him.

Han Zhan saw a vividly human face!

The next second, only a sharp screech was heard.

The monstrous bird in the sky folded its wings, plummeting towards the altar, its beak the size of an adult, lunging straight at the fainted Feng Ya on the altar.

Watching its skilled movements, Han Zhan suddenly realized.

He finally understood how the villagers of Fengbai Village, who followed the ancestral call into the mountain, died.

He found in his alien race record, the description matching the creature in front of him.

Human-faced Owl!

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