On the outskirts of Dachang City, beside a closed-off highway, there was a pool of blood formed from gathered blood. The blood pool had affected the surrounding environment, staining everything within the area red.
And as time passed, the area soaked by the blood continued to expand.
However, the rate of expansion was too slow. Even after a year, it had only affected an area of roughly three kilometers around it.
Moreover, the blood pool could not move, so the impact of this supernatural incident was very small. Still, to be safe, Yang Jian had sealed off the surroundings and relocated the residents of the scattered nearby villages.
"Back then, after Yan Li's ghost revival, he deliberately drove away from the city to avoid affecting Dachang City. In the end, he could no longer hold back the ghost revival on the road. His vehicle ran off the highway and crashed into the wilderness. This blood pool was formed after Yan Li died."
At that moment, Yang Jian stood on the sealed-off highway, recalling the past and remembering the story between himself and Yan Li.
But now was not the time for sighing over old memories.
He left the highway and strode toward the blood pool in the distance.
The crimson soil was extremely damp, and stepping on it felt as though he might sink in. Every step squeezed blood from the earth, while a heavy stench of blood filled the air.
In this area nourished by blood, the weeds and trees grew exceptionally lush, as though the vegetation had drawn sufficient nutrients from the blood.
But under the influence of the supernatural, those trees and weeds had all become crimson, looking utterly unnatural.
As Yang Jian passed a tree, he glanced at it and saw bizarre outlines of human faces