They all guessed wrong; the Dan Demon Tomb was a serene ancient village, no different from the typical ancient villages seen in the south.
Diminutive thatched cottages, decrepit wattle walls, and even the night sky, brimming with numerous stars, were like countless peaceful nights.
Yue Jinghua and Feng Buhui dared not be careless as they pushed open a door and entered a courtyard.
The courtyard had a dry well, parched for water. A bucket lay askew on the ground, its contents long evaporated, and around its rim, a ring of green mold had grown.
Opening the door to a dwelling, inside was a table set with an untouched dinner; steamed buns and dishes were all covered in moldy blotches.
"There are no signs of a Mercenary Group having been stationed here; let's keep moving forward," Feng Buhui led Yue Jinghua further on.
Yue Jinghua looked back at the courtyard and the house, furrowing her brow.
