Ancestors Who Withdrew from the World

The moment Su Yu said this, it coincided perfectly with his earlier conjecture.

Wasn't the entire village's structure a massive tomb?

Whether it was the village's overall layout, the fragrant ash in the soil during cultivation, or the stiff, bizarre appearances of the villagers, all of it made him realize—perhaps the two of them were the only living people left in this village.

The reason those villagers bled green fluid when cut was perhaps because they were puppets to begin with, or something like paper effigies?

The bell that rang every day carried the meaning of announcing death and sending off souls.

But whose tomb was this? Could it be that True Lord Xuan Yuan Runji's?

If it truly was his, then this arrangement matched the Kan Water Lineage's imagery of concealment and nurturing—first hidden, then rising.

How was he supposed to break the deadlock? Where was the main burial chamber?

Could it be the ancestral hall in the village?

"Damn it, I seem to have forgotten something—"

Earlier, Shen Qingzhou had seemingly tried to enter as well, only to be forcibly stopped by the villagers and Fourth Lord Li. Given how formidable they were, he had not been able to barge in.

Thinking back on it now, perhaps the ancestral hall was the key.

His gaze flickered as he fell into thought.

That day, Shen Qingzhou and Fourth Lord Li went out hunting.

The Dream Demon caught in the trap struggled violently. Shen Qingzhou mercilessly drove his wooden spear into its body. Wisps of mist escaped, turning into ashes that scattered across the ground.

Just then, the long-silent Profession Panel suddenly trembled.

[Detected that the host has met the requirements—Profession awakened: Gravekeeper!]

After wasting away for so long, it had finally arrived!

Shen Qingzhou's mind shook.

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