"Who exactly was connected to the corpse-born child? Where did the blood corpse that floated down the Qishui come from? How did Old Yao the Corpse Salvager drown..."
The mysteries kept multiplying.
Jiang Chen quickened his pace. As long as he reached the Northern Village, perhaps he could unravel everything.
Once the group reached a certain area, they noticed a bloody smell permeating the air. Breathing it in for too long left their chests feeling tight and bloated.
"This is some kind of curse. Everyone, be careful!" Chen Xue warned.
She was one of the few Unusual Persons present who practiced Taoist arts, and her perception was sharper.
The others grew wary. Some swallowed elixirs, some took out magical artifacts and covered their mouths and noses, while others circulated true qi internally to replace breathing...
Jiang Chen's reaction was more pronounced. He greedily drew in a deep breath and grew even more excited.
"Over there!"
He pointed in a direction.
The group hurried after him.
The farther they went, the stronger the bloody smell became. By the end, they could see distinct blood-red particles drifting through the air in their flashlight beams.
Angry shouts, screams, and bursts of sinister laughter drifted faintly from ahead.
Many of the houses they passed had collapsed. A terrifying battle seemed to have erupted throughout this entire area.
Some of the ghost corpses were strange. Instead of oxidizing and turning black, they were scarlet all over, their faces bearing eerie expressions that were almost smiles.
Even the Unusual Persons found this sight bizarre.
Being stared at by these blood-red ghost corpses sent chills down everyone's spines.
Just then, Jiang Chen suddenly stopped.
"Still smiling so happily after death? That makes no sense. No sense at all."
"A person's corpse shouldn't look like this after