The appearance of a Ghost Flower meant only one thing: death.
And the flower mentioned in the dying words of the man Wood had seen was none other than the Ghost Flower.
While Yang Qing and the others were still speaking with the Black Tortoise Deputy General at the bottom of the Lake, the Hidden Clan members left on the shore—or rather, trapped there—had seen Ghost Flowers bloom before their eyes.
And once a Ghost Flower appeared, it meant death was already drawing near.
But the Hidden Clan members knew only that they faced the threat of death. They had no way of knowing where that threat would come from, or when it would arrive.
Recalling how the dead bore not a single wound or any sign of an external attack, Yang Qing slowly began to entertain an absurd idea.
Could those Hidden Clan members left on the shore have frightened themselves to death in the end?
What could possibly have made them so terrified that they ultimately scared themselves to death?
Perhaps it had something to do with the last traces of images lingering in their eyes.
But those images were far too blurry. Even after several attempts to piece them together, he could not assemble a complete picture.
Yang Qing had no choice but to give up.
Since they were already dead, and the cause of their deaths could not be found anytime soon, they could only set the matter aside for now.
"No matter what, they were my clansmen. Since we're leaving, let's help them through this final journey."
As Wood spoke, he bent down and slowly carried a Hidden Clan member who had been dead for some time out of the house, then pushed the body into the Lake.
The Hidden Clan was born of heaven