Although Master's words sounded arrogant and overbearing.
But with Master's current cultivation, he seemed qualified and confident enough to say such things.
Unless it was a Qing-level extreme fiend or some evil entity with particularly unusual abilities, Master truly could walk sideways.
"Got it, Master! I'll do as you say."
I answered immediately.
Master swept his gaze over the village, then pointed in a direction.
"Come on, let's go take a look over there!"
With that, Master led me off in that direction.
A bright full moon hung overhead, but it was surely fake as well.
The ancient paths around the deathly silent village were completely devoid of sound, not a single figure in sight.
If we reached out to touch the surrounding buildings, we would find them unusually cold.
And every so often, they would flicker slightly.
Fake. Everything we saw was an illusion.
"Master, the illusions here are similar to those nearly tangible illusions we encountered back in Dagong Village."
Master nodded.
"The illusion you encountered back then was reflected by that round fan.
It combined the real with the unreal.
But the illusion here likely reflects what this place used to look like.
That means the evil entity ruling this place has been here for at least sixty or seventy years, which matches the information you got from that fishing buddy.
Judging from that, this evil entity has at most a hundred and eighty years of cultivation.
The special Feng Shui formation here has kept it from leaving.
It can only pull these little tricks at night, devouring nearby wandering souls and harming living people who mistakenly enter this ghost domain.
You said before that the two workers whose feet had been rubbed bloody must have entered this place.
Unable to find a way out, they died