Kong Yue had come to Black Fog Cliff confident that she could uncover the problem.
But things had not gone as she hoped. Two days passed, and just as Wang Tingsong had predicted, Kong Yue found nothing!
Chen Miao, on the other hand, had made quite a few discoveries.
Aside from the corpses being nurtured in its coffins, Black Fog Cliff also harbored ghosts and soul bodies.
There were Eclipse Shadows, which wandered through the black fog only when it shrouded the cliff during the day, and Bound Spirits, which were imprisoned by death qi in cracks in the cliff face and attacked anyone passing along the plank walkways!
As Chen Miao had expected, the Eclipse Shadows in the fog and the Bound Spirits in the cliff cracks had memories, just like the Whispering Wind Shards and Echo Wanderers in Ghost Cry Gorge. Those memories contained the same kinds of scenes.
From those memories, Chen Miao discovered something deeply shocking.
Those masked reclusive cultivators had slaughtered many people.
In the memories alone, Chen Miao saw at least ten different villages being massacred.
And these were only the memories Chen Miao had obtained from the ghosts still here. The Eastern Mausoleum supplied the Demon-Suppressing Bureau with more than ten thousand ghosts every year!
How many of those ten thousand ghosts were beings like these? How many people had to be slaughtered to produce them?
What most convinced Chen Miao that there was more to this affair was the question of whether the ghosts the Eastern Mausoleum supplied to the Demon-Suppressing Bureau were normal or abnormal.
If the ghosts supplied to the Demon-Suppressing Bureau were all normal, where had the abnormal ones gone?
The more he investigated, the more Chen Miao felt that these waters ran far too deep.
So when Kong