In any case.
Zheng Xiu and Ruchen followed the guidance of the "Cotton Silk," making their way out of Jingtang Town.
Further to the southwest, a small hill rose from the landscape.
Twisted, grotesque trees grew in contorted shapes on the hill, and a flock of vultures circled overhead, as if searching for a meal.
The moment Zheng Xiu saw the winged creatures, he nearly pulled out his trump card to annihilate the entire flock.
However, vultures and Ravens, while in the same biological class, belong to different orders. Their appearances were vastly different, and he could tell them apart at a glance.
At the foot of the hill stood a series of short, ancient stone pillars connected by ropes as thick as a bowl's rim. Strings of weathered bone ornaments dangled from the ropes, making the whole thing look like a fence.
"What is this place?"
Ruchen asked curiously, rubbing his head.
