"Lord Duan means... Feng Guan?"
Li Shun froze for a moment, then quickly reacted. "Could the wails of that man and woman we heard just now have come from the pair of lovers who died for love mentioned in Feng Guan's letter?"
Unable to believe it, Li Shun immediately took out the letter and read it back and forth several times.
"But how did you determine that those sounds must be connected to them, Senior?" Li Shun could not puzzle it out.
Duan Jiuzhang did not answer directly. Instead, he slowly walked to the center of the field and lightly stamped his foot.
Rumble!
A muffled roar rose from deep underground. The farmland seemed to be torn apart by an invisible giant hand, the soil rolling away to either side and exposing a bottomless fissure.
Li Shun looked closely and could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
Not a trace of the vibrant yellow life that normal soil possessed could be seen in the earth beneath the crack.
In its place were dense black crystals, growing like malignant tumors. Layer upon layer, they resembled some cursed ore and gave off a rancid stench that turned the stomach.
Li Shun bent down and picked up a fragment of crystal, bringing it close for inspection. It looked hard, yet felt in his hand like scorched dry bones. With a light pinch, it crumbled into drifting ash.
The instant he applied force with his fingertips, a string of wails exploded beside his ears.
It was as though countless wronged souls had appeared before him, surrounding him and hurling venomous curses.
"This thing..." Li Shun frowned tightly.
"What do you make of it?" Duan Jiuzhang stood on the ridge between the fields with his hands behind his back.
"Deathly stillness, withering decay—lifeless as