The night before the tragedy was Wu Chengze's fifty years old birthday celebration. Many guests came, and the celebration lasted until midnight.
The Dongyue family that Wu Zheng mentioned was another prestigious family nearby. There was a rumor that the two families had agreed on the marriage alliance.
Ye Qingtang nodded and did not speak anymore. It seemed that all the questions before were just some random thoughts. After that, besides asking Wu Zheng about the origin of the skulls, there was no further conversation.
Before the sunset, Zhou Xuan and the rest who walked through the entire village were all very pale.
The Spirit Condensation Mountain Village was not small, but the three hundred corpses were everywhere in the village. Everywhere that they could see was covered by blood. The decaying smell made them feel like they were walking in hell.
