After standing in deep thought for a moment, Shen Luo made a spell with one hand, hiding his breath, before setting off in the direction of the Flower Fruit Mountain.
Not long after walking along the shore, a fishing village appeared ahead, seemingly unoccupied, exuding a bleak and depressing atmosphere.
He stooped low and stealthily passed by, looking around, he saw that the majority of the houses in the village had collapsed. Everywhere were remnants of crumbled earth walls overgrown with weeds and green moss. It was apparent that the village had been abandoned for a long time.
Walking into the village, most of the sites were left scorched black, still bearing the traces of fire. At numerous corners of houses and the bottom of walls, piles of scattered human and animal bones could be seen. Some had become nests for sand crabs and centipedes, crawling in and out of the dried skulls.
Getting out of the village, a twisting trail hidden in the grass led into the forest behind.
