As the group of four—more precisely, three people and one ghost—approached the Mass Burial Ground, the temperature around them grew colder and colder.
A faint stench of decay lingered in the air.
The woman's sobs also grew clearer.
"Who goes there? Come out!" Tang Fengyi, who was leading the way, reached the Mass Burial Ground and shouted loudly, "summoning his courage."
The sobbing stopped abruptly.
Tang Fengyi said with a troubled expression, "Daoist Bai Wenzi, the Mass Burial Ground is right here, but I truly don't dare go any closer."
Bai Xiaowen narrowed his eyes. He could sense that the Psionic Particles near the Mass Burial Ground fluctuated ever so slightly differently from those around Jiangdu City.
The Mass Burial Ground was like a block of ice that had never melted in ten thousand years. Whenever the surrounding currents of yin energy flowed through the area, a trace of yin energy would be drawn inside. As a result, the Mass Burial Ground itself grew increasingly cold and piercing, while the surrounding air became more and more chilling.
"Lord Tang, please wait here. I shall summon a Puppet Yin Soldier to investigate."
Bai Xiaowen kept referring to himself as "this poor Daoist." He was becoming more and more practiced at playing the charlatan.
He raised a hand and summoned the Shadow Assassin, sending it into the depths of the Mass Burial Ground. Bai Xiaowen closed his eyes and observed the surroundings through the Shadow Assassin's vision.
Li Shuyi and Cecilia stood on either side of him, guarding him in perfect understanding.
The Shadow Assassin remained in Stealth, advancing slowly one step at a time.
Starving corpses lay everywhere around it. Although Bai Xiaowen couldn't smell anything, he could more or less guess that the stench of decay here must be