This was already the deepest part of the mine.
Ahead lay a solid rock wall. There was no way forward.
Jiang Qiao wandered around for quite a while, activating his "Dual Pupils" and carefully examining the surroundings, hoping to catch some clue.
But he found nothing.
"That's strange."
After confirming there was nothing here, he could only leave with Shen Boxia and return to the outskirts of the mining area.
The moment they arrived, they suddenly saw a commotion break out among the villagers.
Soon, someone shouted in terror, "Oh no, something happened!"
At the man's cry, the others immediately dropped their work and crowded over. Three corpses lay on the ground, all with ashen faces and eyes wide open, as though they had died with grievances unresolved.
"Just now..."
"They were carrying stones just now when they suddenly collapsed..."
The villager was still shaken.
He looked utterly terrified.
"What the hell? Why do these villagers feel like a bunch of overacting actors?" Shen Boxia muttered under his breath. Anyone could see that there was something wrong with the villagers. The way they were acting now was like they were following some kind of script.
"Scene Recreation."
Jiang Qiao spoke with a profound gaze. "This is a supernatural Scene Recreation."
Seeing Shen Boxia's confusion, he immediately realized that people of this era, even the greatest geniuses of the age, had likely never encountered something like Scene Recreation.
"You know,"
"according to folklore,"
"a person who died tragically carries immense resentment, especially someone in the prime of life. Their ghosts linger where they died, endlessly repeating the scene of their death."
Jiang Qiao spoke slowly.
"That's just folklore. It can't be taken seriously, can it?" Shen Boxia asked doubtfully.
"Actually, not all folklore passed down through the ages is made up.