Upon entering the valley, a chill permeated the air, sending shivers through Ruan Wenchai and his men. The surroundings were horrifying; human skulls and complete skeletons were scattered everywhere, resembling a living hell.
A ragged, disheveled middle-aged man with a gloomy expression was stirring a pitch-black pot with a large ladle. A closer look revealed what appeared to be arms—resembling those of an infant or a small child—inside the pot.
The man scooped up a spoonful of the broth, tasted it, and grinned. "Delicious."
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