Following the mountain path downwards and crossing through a patch of small shrubs, you can vaguely see the flickering forest lights through the gaps in the dense forest.
Through those flickering lights, you can see the clear outlines of various houses in the night sky.
And this is indeed the truth.
These houses all appear to have a sense of age, with dilapidated eaves, some roofs with missing tiles, leaving only bare, blackened wood soaked by dirty water.
The ground is covered with leaves accumulated over years, with only one visible path.
This path extends forward a bit and then turns upward.
It seems that walking up this slope is the formal entrance to the village.
Beichuan Si turned to examine his surroundings.
The dense forest around was steeped in darkness, the air filled with a damp, fishy smell, while the leaves underfoot were so soft that they made no sound when stepped on.
Looking forward from here, not a person in sight.
