The branches of the old pagoda tree at the village entrance were strung with dozens of shriveled, headless corpses, both old and young.
On the ground below, a heap of heads was arranged in the shape of a Seven-Star Formation. Rusty iron nails pierced their brow centers, their eyes bulging with resentment, unable to find peace, yet their mouth corners wore an eerie smile.
The air was thick with the stench of decay, green flies buzzing noisily around the bodies.
"Every time the Blood Demon finishes massacring a village, he arranges the corpses like this, as if he's demonstrating against the court."
Xu Chengbi said in a low voice, "To avoid alerting the snake, the bodies have not been dealt with yet and are left hanging here for the time being..."
Chen Mo remained silent, continuing to ride his horse forward.
As they delved deeper into the mountains, the ghastly scene kept repeating itself.