One was the prosperous and high-standing Tongyin Meng family. The other was the poor and struggling Old Yin Mountain Stone Box Village. But why would such a strange, yet strikingly similar, thing appear between these two disparate places?
The moment he realized this, Hu Ma felt his mind reel, and countless questions surged within him. But just then, the hunched clan elder, who had slowly risen to his feet, suddenly opened his mouth wide. A cloud of black mist spewed from his mouth. Within it loomed countless silhouettes of vindictive souls, which swiftly filled the entire village.
