"Village?"
Jiang Qiao stopped, a trace of suspicion appearing in his eyes.
"This village..."
"Has ghosts."
He glanced at the road behind him. Those dried corpses had already mostly vanished from sight.
"Could it be that source?"
The village ahead was strange—empty and deserted, as though it had been abandoned for a long time. Yet there were suspicious traces that made it feel as if people had still lived here not long ago.
For example.
The ground was covered in wild grass, yet the mud-walled, tiled-roof houses did not appear particularly dilapidated.
The windows were intact.
The doors were undamaged.
Though the houses were old, there was no obvious damage.
They looked as if someone maintained them regularly.
The only particularly strange thing was that a red, unlit candle had been stuck into the door of every household.
Its purpose was unknown.
Other than that.
At the entrances of some houses, there were also winnowing baskets filled with grain. The grain looked very fresh, without any sign of mold.
Of course.
There was another point that could not be ignored.
This village was close to Ninggu City. In this day and age, it was considered a relatively safe area.
Normally.
No one would abandon it.
Even if all the people inside had fled, before long, new residents would settle here again because of Ninggu City.
There were plenty of displaced people these days.
"This wild grass is very similar to what I saw on the road earlier. It may also be some strange plant spawned by Corpse Water."
Jiang Qiao started walking again, heading toward the village.
He had no intention of entering the village. He merely had to pass by its entrance to continue onward.
As he drew closer.
The sunlight above no longer seemed so bright, and the