It was deep into the night.
Jiang Qiao stepped into the deathly silent Nanhucun Village, as if entering a long-abandoned cemetery.
Large trees.
Residences.
Small courtyards.
All of them cast eerie shadows beneath the dim yellow streetlamps.
Yes.
There were streetlamps!
The moment he stepped into the village, the streetlamps along the main road automatically turned on. The light was dim, carrying a faint aura of death. Passing beneath the lamps felt like walking through a cold Corpse Repository.
It was terribly incongruous.
But this atmosphere truly existed.
"The farther inward I go, the deeper that Vicious Ghost's influence becomes." Jiang Qiao's expression remained calm.
"Bang!"
Suddenly.
A heavy object falling came from one of the houses on the left.
Then an angry curse rang out:
"Watch it!"
"You'll have to pay if you break it!"
It was the voice of a middle-aged woman. A man's voice followed: "What the fuck are you yelling about? I know what I'm doing!"
It was a very ordinary conversation.
The strange thing was that Jiang Qiao could hear that the woman's voice overlapped with the heavy object.
He stopped walking.
He slowly went to the front of the house.
Through a gap in the window, he saw a large pot standing in the main hall. Firewood was piled beneath it, burning fiercely. The water inside was nearly boiling.
A middle-aged man in a suit picked the woman up from the floor.
The woman was completely naked.
A seductive smile adorned her face.
The man, however, wore a serious expression, his features stiff and mechanical. Though he cursed viciously, "You wretched hag, you're always causing trouble!"
Every word was delivered in a rigid, measured manner.
As if it had been programmed.
The next second.
"Splash!"
The man threw the woman in his arms into