The moonlight deepened,
like a great black curtain pressing down heavily upon the entire village.
The village was terrifyingly quiet. It was the kind of silence that could make one's very soul tremble,
as if all sound had been mercilessly devoured by the darkness.
The villager was still standing at his own door, a bewildered look on his face. He was like a detached bystander,
seemingly unable to comprehend the meaning of the conversation between Chu He and the group of young men and women.
His confused expression looked almost comical in the dim light.
However, when Chu He's words reached the ears of the young men and women present,
it was like a cold wind from the Nine Netherworld Hell. In an instant, everyone felt a chill
creep straight up their spines, then spread throughout their bodies like a cold snake.
Everyone couldn't help but shiver, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
The ground beneath their feet seemed to turn into a giant block of ice in that moment,
