"Is it that manor ahead?"
Standing on a hilltop, Yang Jian gazed into the distance. His Ghost Eyes turned, disregarding the Black Night's obstruction, allowing him to see a manor nestled far away. That manor was eerie, with its vision distorted in many areas within the sight of the Ghost Eyes, and most parts possessed no light at all. It seemed as though the entire estate was steeped in darkness.
Nearby the manor, large stretches of land were planted with various crops: corn, grapes, tomatoes... Yet, these crops grew strangely, seemingly deformed under supernatural influence. For instance, the corn stalks were withered and yellow, resembling shriveled arms standing in the soil. The grapevine leaves had fallen, the old vines appeared like a shriveled and twisted corpse, while the tomatoes grew lushly, yet their fruits were rotten and decayed, giving off an air of decay.
