After Baiyu crossed the river, he didn't wander aimlessly, but started moving forward along the stone path.
But soon.
The road came to an end.
In front was a cemetery, lined with tombstones, appearing to have been abandoned for a long time, and the stone path extended deeper into the cemetery. The cemetery was pitch black, filled with a violent and cold energy, making people hesitant to approach.
And in front of the cemetery was a rather dilapidated-looking village. From a distance, the village appeared bustling with shadows of people moving around.
Baiyu frowned.
The appearance of a village in such a place seemed peculiar no matter how you thought about it. He walked into the village, and the unique cold aura of ghosts was absent. However, there were indeed many people in the village.
The villagers lived in the village, as if in a utopia.
They ignored Baiyu's arrival, treating him as air.
"Are these villagers not normal people?"
Baiyu frowned.
