Night had fallen, and the eight of us were hiding inside a dilapidated old house.
The air was thick with damp, moldy stench, and we could even see insects crawling around us.
The conditions were utterly dreadful.
I really had no idea why Director Long had told us to hide here!
What would happen in this old village tonight?
To keep the filthy things from smelling our scent and yang energy, Daoist Qingshan took out Yang-Suppressing Talismans and gave one to each of us to stick on our bodies.
The power of the talismans would keep our auras from spreading.
As soon as night fell, everyone remained silent.
We watched the entire Greenwood Village through gaps we had prepared in advance.
Time passed little by little. Forget seeing any people—
we did not sense even the slightest sinister aura, not even a ghostly shadow.
We had been lying in wait inside the old house since a little after five. By eleven at night, there was still no movement whatsoever.
Zhang Yuchen began to grow restless when no one had spoken for so long.
Keeping his voice low, he said to me, "Brother Jiang, there's no movement in the village at all! It's too quiet."
Hearing Zhang Yuchen say that, I stared at the village outside and narrowed my eyes slightly.
"Precisely because it's quiet, there's something wrong with this village."
Zhang Yuchen froze.
"What do you mean, Brother Jiang?"
Mao Jing, on the other side, spoke directly.
"The whole village is far too silent. This is a mountain village—it can't possibly be this quiet."
It had not seemed like much before, but once Mao Jing said it, Zhang Yuchen's eyes lit up and he noticed the oddity as well.
The entire Greenwood Village was too quiet.
From the moment night