The village had not changed. What changed was what it held "open."
The entire village resembled a bloody maw slowly opening and closing. The entrance was its teeth, the lanes its throat, and the scattered earthen houses were hardened taste buds on its tongue.
The yin energy was so dense it would not disperse. Even an Eerie on the Red-Clothed Female Ghost's level instinctively took half a step back.
She sent back a thought: this place was easy to enter and hard to leave.
Even she probably could not escape.
Yet Yang Yong smiled.
"An Eerie Domain?"
He almost laughed aloud.
What did he lack right now?
Energy.
Where was energy most abundant?
An Eerie Domain.
A death trap that everyone else avoided at all costs looked no different from a buffet to Yang Yong.
"Stay with them. I'll be right there."
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace silently detached itself from the corner of Long Ya's clothing, turned into a streak of dark red light, and shot toward the Red-Clothed Female Ghost.
Long Ya was driving when she felt an emptiness at her chest. She looked down, and the pendant was gone.
"Master?"
"I'm heading out for a bit."
Yang Yong's voice came from far away, as though through water.
"Keep following the convoy. Don't do anything rash. I'll come back once I'm done."
Long Ya bit her lip. She wanted to say something, but ultimately said nothing.
She knew this master she had picked up all too well.
When he said he was heading out for a bit, he really was heading out for a bit.
Fortunately, she still had the car, and she still had a gun.
Yang Yong arrived quickly.
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace spun in midair and hovered steadily beside the Red-Clothed Female Ghost.
"How is it?"