Meng De directly stretched out his neck.
Looking at the young man before her, the Ghost Crone found herself unable to make up her mind.
Because she had no idea what medicine this brat was selling from his gourd.
"Fine!"
"Since you want to die, I'll grant your wish."
As she spoke, murderous light flashed in the Ghost Crone's eyes, and Meng De's head fell from his shoulders.
"Valley of the Dead—not exactly a pleasant name."
Looking at the words on the Stone Tablet, Mo Bai said with a smile.
Seeing Mo Bai's relaxed expression, the middle-aged man behind him said, "Young Clan Leader, this place is exceedingly dangerous. We should proceed with caution."
Hearing this, Mo Bai waved his hand and smiled. "Cousin, once we entered this place, it became the same as walking into an ambush on all sides."
"Whether we're cautious or not is useless now, because everyone wants us dead."
"The only thing we can do is sweep aside every obstacle."
At that, the middle-aged man frowned. "That may be true, but it's always better to be careful."
"Ever since we entered this place, I've sensed that something was wrong."
"The Underworld's ten-thousand-year resentment seems to be nothing more than an optical illusion. The person who arranged this place seems to be hiding something."
"I noticed it too, so what we need to do is find what he's hidden."
As he spoke, Mo Bai turned to look at the Valley of the Dead ahead.
"All the resentment in this region is rising from this place."
"Destroy this place, and the resentment nearby will naturally dissipate quickly."
"If we don't eliminate the ten-thousand-year resentment in this region, we'll definitely be trapped to death here."
After saying that, Mo Bai strode toward Death Valley, while the Kirin