CAW, CAW, CAW...
The low cawing of crows echoed in the air.
It was dusk, and the dim, yellow sky cast a hazy shroud over the landscape.
Bai Yuan and his two companions walked into the silent Xiaoshuihe Village.
The place had become a ghost village, with only rows of houses as proof that humans had once lived here.
After the Wolf Demon had slaughtered the entire village, the County Magistrate of Qinghe County had the bodies taken away, buried in pits, and burned to prevent the corpses from causing a plague. If an epidemic had broken out, all of Qinghe would have suffered.
Yang Fangyu walked at the very front.
When the trio reached the center of the village, they saw a woman burning paper money.
Yang Fangyu asked, "Are you from Xiaoshuihe Village?"
The woman just kept burning the paper money, as if she hadn't seen the three men at all.
Seeing this, Yang Fangyu frowned slightly, his tone growing sterner. "Answer me."
