Duan Yun and his two companions quickly determined that these people wriggling on the ground did not possess much consciousness.
They merely wriggled, treating themselves as cloths for wiping the floor; they even showed no reaction when Duan Yun and his companions walked past them.
Later on, in addition to those wiping the floor, there were also those endlessly sweeping it.
In the night, Yellow Jade Island was still devoid of lights.
The island was not small, with pavilions and buildings meticulously constructed, and due to these living dead, it looked spotlessly clean.
Even the true water towns could not be so refined and clean.
Yet within such a picturesque landscape lived a woman like a devil.
There seemed to be many people here, but you couldn't feel the presence of any living beings, only a sense of gloom and terror, as if this place were not of this world.
