Behind the small wooden door lay a vast courtyard.
The yard was filled with trees, all of them withered and leafless. Hanging from the branches were corpses, desiccated by the wind into mummies. Had she seen this scene last night, Shang Nuannuan would likely have fainted on the spot. She covered her mouth, terrified of letting out a scream. Even though she had been to Mo'ai Mountain and witnessed many intense scenes, this sight was utterly shocking.
Luyun’s heart sank at the sight. He wondered who these poor souls were. Shang Jingchen’s face turned chillingly cold.
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