Under the leadership of the middle-aged man, Lu Qingshan swaggered towards the village.
Along the way, villagers kept stealthily sizing up Lu Qingshan, but as he observed the complexions of these villagers, he felt increasingly uneasy.
Why did every one of them look so strange, with purplish-blue lips, as if they were poisoned, and why did each of them emit a faint fragrance of flowers that all smelled identical?
However, judging by their behavior, they seemed perfectly normal, not at all like there was something wrong with them.
The middle-aged man led Lu Qingshan directly to a wooden building in the village where the spiritual energy was most abundant.
Strangely enough, although this wooden building wasn't far from where the ordinary people lived, and there were no spirit veins underground, the spiritual energy here was much more abundant than elsewhere.
Moreover, here the strange fragrance that could be detected on the villagers' bodies, indeed became a few notches richer.
