The village was filled with small courtyard houses like this. Every household was the same, none built too close together, with some distance between them.
As far as living conditions went, it was undoubtedly quite good.
"You will live here from now on. Since you have only just arrived today, you two should rest first," the village chief instructed.
"Thank you, Village Chief," Lu Ye said.
The village chief nodded and turned to leave.
Lu Ye watched him go before leading Dao Thirteen into the courtyard.
He had not expected to be assigned a place to live as soon as he arrived.
Yet the moment he stepped into the courtyard, Lu Ye frowned.
The courtyard was a mess, and there were quite a few bloodstains on the ground that had not yet dried. Clearly, people had died here before. Judging by the scattered, chaotic bloodstains, more than one person had died—at least five or six.
When the village chief had assigned this courtyard to Lu Ye, he had wondered where its former owners had gone.
Now he understood.
The former owners of this courtyard must have met with disaster, their entire family wiped out!
Judging from how dry the blood was, it should have happened within the last two days. Lu Ye grew even more puzzled. What danger was hidden within this seemingly prosperous village?
Or perhaps the villagers themselves were the danger?
If that was the case, Lu Ye was not afraid. Though both his and Dao Thirteen's cultivation had been suppressed to Spirit Stream Tier Three, their divine senses remained. Moreover, Dao Thirteen possessed a Divine Sea Realm physique. Even a True Lake Realm cultivator would not be able to stir up any waves before him.
If everyone in this village truly intended them harm, they would surely