The Village Inn

The Old Woman led Jiang Qiao and Old Man Sun along the village's Stone Slab Road.

As they walked, she said, "No outsiders have entered the village for a very long time. Most of the young people in the village have already left. So strange things often happen here."

"If you run into anyone else, don't believe a word they say."

Strange things?

Jiang Qiao's expression turned somewhat odd.

What could be stranger than encountering these ghostly things in a Desolate Village?

Still, this was fine too.

If nothing strange happened, then his trip here would have been a waste.

"I heard there used to be a royal tomb here. Is that true?" Jiang Qiao asked.

He had heard the stories about Human Head Mountain from Old Man Sun, who had in turn heard them from his grandfather and other elders.

They were stories passed down from generation to generation, and no one could prove whether they were true.

Since he had encountered a "native" now, he might as well ask her for confirmation.

"A royal tomb?"

The Old Woman seemed to have some difficulty walking with her small feet, so she did not move very quickly.

Hearing Jiang Qiao's question, she gently shook her head and said, "I've never seen any royal tomb."

"But if you walk forward from behind the village and keep going until you reach the end, there's a vertical cavern leading underground. No one knows how deep it is. A hundred meters below the cavern, several iron coffins used to hang there."

"But those coffins were completely empty. There was nothing inside them."

"No one knows what they were for."

The Old Woman's body was very strange.

When Jiang Qiao observed her with Dual Pupils, he found that she was merely a smooth, snow-white humanoid