Zhang Fei and Banner slowly approached the village. Strange leaves drifted everywhere, along with objects used to mourn the dead.
What puzzled them most was that almost everyone in the village seemed to be holding mourning rites!
Even Zhang Fei sensed something was wrong now. How could so many people have died at once?
And nearly every household had suffered casualties.
Even if there had been a war, surely not every household here would have suffered casualties?
Wouldn't the deaths have been confined to one area?
A thoughtful glint flashed through Zhang Fei's eyes. They walked down streets filled with sobbing, cautiously looking around, afraid of disturbing anyone's "normal" life.
But the sight of such misery brought a trace of hesitation to their faces.
They did not know whether they should keep investigating the village.
After all, the village looked utterly miserable.
In the end, however, they decided to go in and see whether the place needed any help.
They had some abilities, after all, and could offer the people here a little assistance.
Perhaps they could even prevent a few more deaths.
Watching the grieving crowds come and go, Banner could not help sighing. He lowered his head. Seeing funerals being held for the dead had clearly dampened his spirits.
With their excellent negotiating and conversational skills, the two made their way to the village chief's home.
"Something truly terrible has happened here," the village chief said, leaning sorrowfully beside their seats.
"Sometimes, I find myself thinking over and over how wonderful it would be if none of this had happened to our village."
The village chief sighed and looked at Banner and Zhang Fei. "Outsiders, I advise you to leave our village as soon as possible. This is an ill-omened place."
Banner tried to reassure him. "Sir, what