Jiang Cheng couldn't speak. Fear was only a small part of what he felt. More than anything, he was disgusted—and filled with hatred for Zhennan Houfu.
Every wronged soul that had died beneath his feet had met that fate because of the Houfu.
A word came to Jiang Cheng instinctively: raising Gu. People like them were nothing but feed, sent here to nourish this sinister village. That wooden plaque was most likely the magical tool that opened the barrier around the village.
Judging by the number of skulls and how badly they had decayed, this had been going on for a long time. And Zhennan Hou definitely wanted more than just this sinister village. Whatever he was after had to be connected to that enormous creature in the mist!
Not long ago, Jiang Cheng had heard the sound of water. That enormous creature might have come out of Spring God Lake.
At the mention of Spring God Lake, the first thing Jiang Cheng thought of was the haunted tower in the lake. But the thing in the mist clearly wasn't the tower. It was alive.
Judging by the pressure it had exuded, it was definitely a formidable opponent. Jiang Cheng wondered if it was actually the creature Zhennan Hou wanted, and whether the villagers' evil rituals were carried out through it.
He walked a little farther away and found another place to think. The strange things he'd noticed earlier now made sense. The villagers had cut off the heads because they didn't need them. They only wanted the bodies; with bodies, they could bring their loved ones back to life.
No wonder the real Grandpa's head had been lolling from side to side earlier. It didn't fit the body and had been crudely sewn on. The body belonged to the