The house was dilapidated, its mud tiles broken and cobwebs thick.
This was an abandoned little mountain village.
Judging by the linen clothes, worn straw mats, and decaying grain jars inside, people had lived here just over a month ago.
Quite a few of them, in fact.
The lingering Yin Qi and residual Evil Qi in the area explained what had befallen this small village.
Cultivators from the Celestial Corpse Sect had been here.
Mortals often said that bandits were like a coarse comb and soldiers like a fine one, but they had no idea that wherever Cultivators of the Celestial Corpse Sect passed, all life was extinguished.
Not even corpses were left behind!
BANG!
A figure burst through the wooden door, stretching her limbs with a look of satisfaction on her face:
"Finally recovered."
Not far away, Zhu Ju, who was sitting cross-legged on a straw mat, slowly opened his eyes at the sound.
