Yang Yong was still asleep inside.
Just how many supplies had they collected in Tuanjie Village?
Yang Yong had yet to give him the details.
But it should have been quite a lot, right?
He wanted to go ask, but even from far away, he could hear Yang Yong's thunderous snores.
On second thought, he decided against it. He would let them rest properly.
What dangers had they faced in that Eerie Domain to end up this exhausted?
Cao Xianming did not know.
But he could guess that they must have barely escaped with their lives.
Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, in Tuanjie Village, which had been completely engulfed by ivy.
All was deathly silent.
Suddenly, a figure wrapped all over in vines went rigid.
She abruptly raised her head, her cloudy, madness-filled eyes fixing on a certain direction.
She had sensed it.
The presence of the human she had been locked onto for so long had suddenly appeared somewhere else, far away.
She whipped her head around and looked toward Tuanjie Village.
Then she sharply turned back toward where that presence had appeared.
She did this three times in succession, as though waging a fierce internal struggle.
Finally, she let out a resentful, venomous howl and dragged her exhausted body away, limping step by step into the distance, toward where Yang Yong's presence had appeared.
And the moment she left the bounds of Tuanjie Village, a miracle occurred.
The ivy that covered the entire village, binding its buildings, roads, and vehicles tight.
That eerie ivy that seemed to have a life of its own.
Seemingly deprived of a continuous supply of some kind of Supernatural Power, it began to wither, yellow, and snap at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Like a green tide rapidly receding.
Revealing