It was already 2 or 3 in the morning, and Huang Xiaolong hadn't stopped for a moment. After dispersing the summoned ghosts, he took Ma Chuxia and several Huaxia Metaphysical Society Taoists to the village where the Dongying underworld enforcers had appeared last night!
The group drove two cars along the provincial road and quickly arrived at a village near the suburbs.
Behind the village lay rolling mountains.
They got out of the cars.
"Little Long, according to what that skin-peeling ghost said, the village should be not far ahead," Ma Chuxia stretched out her hand and pointed towards the front.
Dimly, they indeed saw a small-scale village that seemed to have around a hundred households. However, it was pitch-black, silent as death, looking just like an abandoned, desolate village.
A faint Yin energy lingered above the village.
The atmosphere was chilling.
