Bai Yanliang and the others quickly followed and saw the village nestled in the mountain hollow.
Such a quiet village...
The moment they saw it, this word flashed through everyone's mind.
Quiet...
Or perhaps... silent.
"Where's that old man?"
Lu Guo asked.
No one answered him. The village ahead exuded an almost visible aura of unease, making everyone reluctant to enter.
But... this is Fog Gathering, this is the task. Going in still holds a sliver of hope for life; not going means certain death.
The surroundings were eerily silent, the mountain wind tugged at their hair and clothing.
But Bai Yanliang noticed that, apart from the five of them, the surrounding grass and trees didn't move at all.
As if... the only living beings here were the five of them.
Old Li was nowhere to be seen, but his task was done.
This should be Zhongyuan Village.
Even though the five didn't want to enter, they had no choice but to.
