The Promotion Mission lasted five days in total. This indicated one thing: the range of the 'Sacred Land' was not small. Just reaching the central region had been given a time limit of five days.
Su Xiao took a metal rod as thick as an arm from his storage space. After pulling it open, mechanical bees flew out one after another.
A total of 36 mechanical bees flew toward the deserted village. Through the images fed back by the mechanical bees, Su Xiao discovered that the village seemed to be free of danger. At least, that was how it appeared on the surface.
After recalling the mechanical bees, Su Xiao walked toward the village. Wild grass grew all over the dirt road leading to it, and no one had entered or left for a long time.
He stopped in front of a stone house at the very edge of the village. Though the house was dilapidated, the uneven stone walls were very neatly built, and patterns had been drawn on them with molten iron. It was clear that this place had once been prosperous.
Su Xiao pushed open the wooden door of the stone house, and sunlight spilled into the room. A withered corpse sat leaning against the headboard of the bed.
After entering the house, Su Xiao examined the area around the withered corpse. Judging from the easel nearby and the oil paintings that had rotted on the walls, this had most likely been a painter.
A yellowed booklet lay on the bedside table. A line of text had been written on the table in red paint, using the ancient script of the Ganglu Dynasty.
'Do not touch my remains. You will be burned by the sun. We do not regret following the king. He, like us, merely yearned