Giant Face Above the Desolate Village

"Legend has it that the Imperial Court wiped out this village back then... How did they manage it?"

Jiang Qiao raised his head slightly and looked toward the three extinguished oil lamps.

If he had guessed correctly, they represented the three Vicious Ghosts he had killed.

"The Imperial Court is clearly no simple organization."

"Or perhaps there's some hidden circumstance behind all this?"

Many things had already vanished into the River of History, leaving behind only a few scattered words mixed into stories of uncertain truth, making it difficult to discern what they had originally been like.

"Is it over?"

Old Man Sun, who had been crouching on the ground, lowered his hands from his head and cautiously stood up.

"Holy crap, what is this?"

A drop of crimson liquid fell from the top of the rock wall and landed on his forehead. He wiped it with his hand, and his palm was covered in blood.

"There's a sandalwood scent."

Old Man Sun obviously did not mistake it for blood. He was not an idiot, after all.

But the smell in the droplet still aroused his curiosity.

Jiang Qiao ignored him.

Instead, he held the scissors and walked step by step toward the Pregnant Woman.

As he drew closer,

a pillar of green fire shot into the sky, engulfing the terrifying evil spirit concealing the strange tale in the blink of an eye.

Nothing unexpected happened, and the Pregnant Woman did not resist.

She simply stood there in silence as the flames burned her into a torch, ultimately reducing her to ashes.

All that remained on the spot was a Bronze Key.

"Monsters drop loot when you kill them."

Jiang Qiao picked it up and placed it in his palm, but he could not make heads or tails of it.