After walking around the village for quite some time, the group followed Yu Chengmu's suggestion and returned to the banks of the Dushui River.
Standing on a low hill not far from the riverbank, they gazed out at the Dushui River. The whirlpools in the water had vanished, replaced by an eerie calm.
As they looked at the faintly black surface, an indescribable sense of oppression weighed on them all.
A flicker of subtle emotion passed through Yu Chengmu's slightly narrowed eyes. Chen Hao caught it and asked casually, "Mr. Yu, have you noticed something?"
Yu Chengmu didn't respond. He turned around and gazed in another direction.
Partially obscured by layers of trees, a strange building appeared and disappeared from view.
It was the funeral home they had visited the night before.
Chen Hao's voice drew everyone's attention, and all eyes turned to Yu Chengmu.
After a moment's thought, Yu Chengmu counted on his fingers. His expression grew even more somber. "The balance of yin and yang has been reversed, and the dead are ascending to immortality. These people have some nerve!"
"Please explain what you mean, Mr. Yu," Du Moyu urged. The phrase "the dead are ascending to immortality" instinctively made him uneasy.
"No wonder so many top masters of the occult trades have gathered here. They're plotting something this defiant of heaven." Yu Chengmu gritted his teeth in fury. "But why this woman? What great fortune does she possess that makes them willing to pay such a price?"
Yu Chengmu seemed to have fallen into a frenzy, muttering to himself the whole time.
"Master, are you all right?" Zhang Junyu gently patted Yu Chengmu on the back. Only then did Yu Chengmu come to his senses.
Noticing the way everyone was looking at him, Yu Chengmu furrowed his