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"Now you should be able to speak. Quickly tell me, what do you know about the situation?" The man asked, his expression serious as he stared at the person before him.
The other person, visibly anxious, replied, "My lord, all the original villagers in this area have already passed away. They... they all died in that valley!"
Hearing this, the man was taken aback and exclaimed, "What? Such a horrific tragedy has occurred!"
At that moment, a man named Yang Wushuang suddenly knelt down with a thud, pleading earnestly, "My lord, I dare to request one thing from you."
Seeing this, the man quickly urged him, "Get up and speak. What is it?"
Yang Wushuang did not immediately rise but continued to kneel and said, "I humbly ask for your mercy to help properly bury the victims from the valley."
Without hesitation, the man nodded in agreement. "I will do my best to assist you. However, you must first tell me what exactly happened."
Taking a deep breath, Yang Wushuang began to recount his story: "My lord, I was born and raised in this village. I have an elderly mother and a young brother at home. However, about a year ago, I had to leave the village for some reason.
When I returned with joy in my heart, I was shocked to find that the entire village was deserted. After some investigation, I discovered that those who now inhabit this place are a different group of people whose origins are unknown.
As he spoke, fear crept onto Yang Wushuang's face, and his voice trembled slightly. "This group dresses strangely and behaves in a highly organized manner; they appear well-trained. What is even more chilling is that they regularly bring batches of strangers from outside the village.
These people usually stay in the village for only two days before being taken deep into Daliang Mountain, after which they vanish without a trace—no one knows their fate. I have followed them a few times, but each time I was discovered; among them are masters of Zong Shi!
Lin Feng pondered over this information. It seemed that all the missing people had been brought here but were then taken deeper into Daliang Mountain for some unknown reason. It was clear that these individuals could not possibly be good-hearted!
Their actions were so insane that they ruthlessly slaughtered an entire village—worse than beasts! Such wickedness is truly something that would enrage both gods and men; it is utterly intolerable!
At this moment, Yang Wushuang turned to Lin Feng and said, "My lord, this is all I know."
Lin Feng nodded slightly to indicate he understood and then spoke up again: "Yang Wushuang, since you have no home to return to now, why not follow us?"
His gaze was gentle yet firm, instilling a sense of trust in those who met his eyes.
Yang Wushuang's eyes flickered with a hint of surprise and hesitation as she asked, somewhat incredulously, "Is it really possible?"
Lin Feng smiled gently and reassured her, "Of course it is. There's no need to worry."
"Come on, just follow me," he said, turning to walk ahead.
After a moment's hesitation, Yang Wushuang quickened her pace to keep up with Lin Feng.
As they walked, the two engaged in light conversation. It turned out that Yang Wushuang was a native of the area, having lived and grown up there all her life.
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