At night, everyone peacefully went to sleep.
It was midnight, and a silver moon hung in the sky, giving off a faint silver light.
At that moment, the village was deathly silent as if it was a place of death.
It was just that some hazy figures could be seen.
They were black shadows, which stood in the surroundings. They stood in the corners of each house, looking about.
If one looked closely, they would discover these were all people. It was just that their appearances were very different—their faces were all extremely pale, and they gave off strange auras.
Chen Heng and the others were before their eyes, and they watched their every move.
Looking at the people within the houses, their expressions were extremely cold and emotionless. They were not like living people but like corpses that had died for a long time.
Looking at these travellers, they only stared and did not do much.
