Qiao Mu could perceive that everyone's faces were filled with long unseen excitement, which made Qiao Mu a bit curious.
With everyone busying about, the entire village made it seem as if holding this barbeque feast was like celebrating the new year in advance.
Since this barbeque feast was to be held when night fell, Qiao Mu and Mo Lian followed the mute back to his house.
Once they entered, the mute collapsed limply and crashed to the ground, not moving at all.
"The little snake's energy of the netherworld can only manipulate him for this long. We have to be careful when moving about from here on out." Mo Lian grasped Qiao Mu's small hand and said, "This village is very odd. From my observation, many of the people seem to be demonic cultivators."
Especially that woman whose entire body was extremely flexible. If his guess wasn't wrong, she must have fused with a certain kind of snake skeleton, which made her body abnormally supple as a result.
