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"": "There was a faint glimmer of hope in Zhang Baijiao's eyes, but he dared not show too much.
What he could not shake was his panic.
"Something in there ate her soul."
Luo Bin raised his head, looked at Zhang Baijiao, and asked with a frown, "Is everywhere around here this dangerous?"
Honestly, the terrain leading into the village was already treacherous enough for an ordinary person. There had to be a grave beneath that opening.
Whatever was inside, whether a corpse or a ghost, was frighteningly vicious to be able to hurt someone in broad daylight.
"There are plenty of old graves in the mountains around here, but normally, nothing like this ever happens... When we entered the village earlier, Xiaoling whispered to me that she thought she saw a very old medicinal herb growing there. When we came out just now, she went down to dig it up, but she fell straight in. She tried to turn over and get out, but it sucked the life out of her..."
Zhang Baijiao's expression grew even more anguished.
"Then it was an accident." Luo Bin frowned slightly again.
If nothing had happened under normal circumstances, then this entire area was essentially safe.
In fact, wherever people lived near mountains, finding old graves was perfectly normal.
The only problem was the thing in that grave causing trouble.
It was like money found in a hospital, things floating on water at night, or gold, silver, and jewels spotted after dark.
None of those things were normal.
Anyone who dared touch them would almost certainly suffer for it.
If that medicinal herb had been growing for years, how could the villagers walking back and forth have failed to notice it?
Why had Zhang Yunling never noticed it before,