In the Burial Ridge, the Yinfeng howled.
Qin Chen left Little Strange and Wang Shishi outside the Chaotic Ancient Burial Ridge and entered alone.
"There are indeed many buried here!"
At this moment, there was a tomb right beneath Qin Chen's feet, but half of the tombstone had sunk into the ground, and the inscriptions had been eroded to the point of illegibility.
"Footprints."
Qin Chen's gaze fell on fresh footprints in the soft soil ahead, likely left by Hong Chao and others earlier.
"I'll follow their path and take a look."
Qin Chen wasn't sure if Hong Chao and the others were dead or alive, and the burial ground was somewhat damp, allowing him to easily track their movements.
After not walking far, Qin Chen spotted a trail of blood.
By this time, the poisonous miasma in the Burial Ridge had become extremely thick; even Qin Chen could only see within a hundred meters.
"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—"
