In years past, he only ever got spending money during the New Year, and even then, it was never more than ten yuan.
After the little boy left, Wen Ying walked toward a place she had just spotted.
It was a cemetery.
The little boy had said that after the villagers passed away, they were all buried in this area.
And surrounding the cemetery was a willow tree, its growth exceptionally... strange?
Unlike a normal willow, this one's main trunk showed a tendency to split. Fine cracks were clearly visible, and from within them sprouted dense, black shoots.
The aura around the tree was much thicker than the aura in the rest of the village.
Wen Ying placed her hand over a crack in the tree and could feel something seemingly burrowing into her palm, heading into her body.
This aura made Wen Ying frown. She didn't like it.
A faint golden light appeared, and with a BANG, the crack in the tree blew completely open.
The thick main trunk snapped directly into two pieces.
