Jiang Fengwu did not feel that anything around him was amiss. Like the Rogue Cultivators before him, he took a rope woven from spiritual materials out of his Storage Pouch, hung it from a tree, tied a noose, and prepared to hang himself.
But just then, the earth suddenly shook!
The great tree before him swayed with a rustling roar, leaves falling everywhere. The hanging corpses in its branches collided like Wind Bells tossed about by the breeze, clanging again and again.
The pus and blood, the grease that had been dripping onto the ground, now fell as rapidly as rain. In many places, stark white bones were exposed.
At the same time, a curse descended!
The hanging corpses rapidly rotted, and in every wound, tiny faces filled with resentment, each no bigger than a fingernail, surged forth in a frantic rush.
Then the great tree bearing the corpses, the ground, the houses... even the child by the doorway... were covered in faces that sprouted densely like a rising tide. Their mouths curled into smiles as they stared straight at Jiang Fengwu.
"Heehee... Heeheehee... Heeheehee..."
Shrill laughter swept over him from every direction!
Jiang Fengwu had just slipped his neck into the noose when he suddenly came to his senses.
He was so frightened that he fell to the ground.
What had just happened?!
So many things had been wrong. Why had he thought everything was normal?
Wait!
Wasn't he supposed to escape Baicao Town?
Why was he looking for lodging in town?
These faces... They were a curse!
Run!
Run, now!
Jiang Fengwu immediately forgot everything else and fled for the town gate with all his might.
But the faces all around him were still rapidly multiplying, layering over one another like towering, crashing waves as they surged forth,