Legend

Everyone in the village had died, and they had died without a sound. Bai Yang had been gone for barely twenty minutes!

The night was still, without even a whisper of wind. It was pitch-black, and the eerie, sinister atmosphere sent chills through their bones. Faint, indistinct sounds echoed between heaven and earth, plaintive and weeping, like lovers whispering to each other.

Little Cat huddled close to Bai Yang, her body trembling instinctively and every hair on end. Bai Yang activated his Wisdom Eye and scanned their surroundings, his brow deeply furrowed. There wasn't the slightest clue as to why everyone in the village, young and old, had died.

Amid such eerie, oppressive gloom, only Blood Infant Yaya and Red Ball were carefree. One bounced around without a worry in the world, while the other simply hugged a nearly shattered Dragon Pearl fragment and crunched away at it...

"Young master, we should leave. Something is terribly wrong with this place. Jiang Yishui ran deeper in, and I'm afraid he'll die even without you lifting a finger," Little Cat said uneasily.

After a moment's silence, Bai Yang said, "Don't be afraid, Cat. No one dies for no reason. Either someone did it, or it was a natural disaster. Everything has a cause; we just don't know what it is. The unknown is what's frightening. Once you lift the veil from most things, they're nothing special."

Hearing Bai Yang say this, Little Cat felt a little more at ease, though she was still uneasy. "The villagers' deaths were just too strange. I'm afraid something bad will happen if we stay here."

Bai Yang frowned. That was indeed a problem. It was best to maintain a healthy respect for the unknown, so after thinking it over, he said, "Deaths like these in a