Over the course of the morning, everyone had already cleared a fairly long stretch of road.
As Cui Jiuyang led Niu Ergan and the others back, he said, "Boss Niu, take a close look at the wheel tracks on the ground. Aren't there only clear tracks heading toward us with the food, but none heading back?"
Hearing this, Niu Ergan instinctively lowered his head to look closely.
Although the ground had received an initial clearing, a thin layer of snow remained.
When the flatbed carts passed over it, their wheels naturally left clear tracks in the snow.
Yet when he counted them carefully, there were indeed only tracks from two flatbed carts heading toward where they had been clearing snow, with none at all returning to the village!
And he distinctly remembered Jiang Lao'er driving those two flatbed carts back to the village just a moment ago!
Why hadn't he left any tracks? It made no sense at all!
The more Niu Ergan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead again.
The men beside him also felt their hearts lurch when they heard Cui Jiuyang and Niu Ergan's conversation, sensing that things were growing increasingly ominous.
They were all men who spent years traveling the world. They had heard plenty of strange tales from the road and had even experienced some themselves.
By now, how could they fail to realize that they had probably encountered one of those legendary sinister happenings today?
They soon reached the village entrance.
Whether it was their imagination or truly the case, they felt that although cooking smoke still curled above the village before them, it exuded an indescribably eerie, sinister air. There was none of the normal bustle of life, and the Stillness was frightening.