This time, the woman didn't stop us again. Instead, she pointed us in a direction. "The Pavilion in the Lake Heart is over there, but this fog won't clear anytime soon."
"Thanks," I said flatly.
I was still very curious about the woman's appearance, and I didn't believe the fog wouldn't clear anytime soon. Since she could raise such a thick fog here, she could also disperse it quickly. She simply didn't want to.
Ye Jinghong asked softly, "Did she really want to stop us from going to the Pavilion in the Lake Heart?"
I froze for a moment. What Ye Jinghong meant was obvious—she believed the woman's actions carried some deeper meaning. She was reminding me not to assume the woman had good intentions just because she had tried to stop us, or that she wasn't in league with those people.
I nodded slightly. At a time like this, we definitely couldn't trust a stranger so easily.
There was something else that made us uncomfortable: the smell of blood on the island. The closer we got to the Pavilion in the Lake Heart, the stronger that bloody stench seemed to become.
Suddenly, Ye Jinghong tugged at me.
Ahead of us stood a tree—a huge, towering tree.
And it looked as though someone was hanging from it.
Ye Jinghong and I exchanged a glance before slowly walking forward.
It wasn't until we were less than three meters from the tree that we saw clearly. There really was someone hanging from it—a man.
I didn't know whether he was still alive, but his body was likely covered in wounds, and his face was a bloody mess.
Was this another one of their little tricks? Were they trying to frighten us?
If so, they had wasted their efforts. At least, I wouldn't