Seeing Huang Huaihua and his men fainted from fright, Qin Liuxi paid them no heed. These people exploited the common folks and bullied men and women alike; none of them were innocent.
Qin Liuxi looked again at the place where the dead were piled. It was a hillside far from the village center, a remote place, yet surrounded by a circle of locust trees. It was unclear if it was because of the many deaths, but the yin energy had gathered here, growing denser by the day.
She then looked at the pile of corpses and the charred bones that hadn't been completely gathered up, furrowing her brows. "Who in their right mind stacked the dead here? The bodies aren't even fully burned. Are they trying to create a place of extreme Yin Evil?"
Little Ginseng said, "Who else could it be? It's naturally those officials."
Teng Zhao looked at the locust trees in the area, also frowning. He knew the dead were piled here but hadn't come to see it, opting instead to help treat the sick.
