Chong and Li Clans

Zhang Xu advanced through the wind and snow. All around him were sealed-off, miserable towns, no different from the empty countryside, because the lives that had once dwelled within had long since been extinguished.

Rather than towns, they were better called ruins.

Yet they differed slightly from ruins: the houses here were still usable. The Human Path would not waste firepower on buildings. Though every person was dead, most of these houses had suffered only ordinary damage; no one had deliberately destroyed them.

This let Zhang Xu breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed he had found the slightest chance to catch his breath.

Because houses themselves possessed power.

According to the theories of the Shaman Path, land was like a human body. Under all Heaven, everything was one body; head and feet might lie hundreds of millions of miles apart. Humans lived upon the earth as fleas and lice clung to a human body. Fleas and lice fed upon people, thieving their flesh; just as people dug into the ground, thieving the body's flesh of the land. Thus, the land beneath a house was like a portion of human flesh.

Therefore, whether people lived upon the ground or simply slept directly on the earth, they would suffer the land's backlash and damage their bodies. This was also why sleeping directly on the ground made one catch a chill.

Thus, one important purpose of building houses was to cut off that erosion. Within a house, a person could naturally receive shelter.

Zhang Xu cautiously found a house that looked relatively luxurious. A luxurious house would have a better effect. Then he checked its feng shui to ensure it was not some cursed dwelling.

He then entered the house and took out a sheet of red paper from his Mustard Seed