Chapter 50

An eerie wind howled, withered branches swayed, and the air was thick with a suffocating aura of death. As Ye Shuli and Jiang Ye stepped into the cursed village, the scene before them was even more hair-raising than they had imagined. Crumbling walls and dilapidated houses stood everywhere, looking as though they could collapse at any second. What was even stranger was that the village was dead quiet—no smoke rose from chimneys, no chickens crowed, no dogs barked. Only the chilling wind wailed as it swept through the empty streets. "This place... isn't this a bit too creepy?" Jiang Ye rubbed his arms, instinctively moving closer to Ye Shuli. "I've got a bad chill down my spine. You don't think some filthy spirits are following us, do you?"