The faint yin wind blowing nearby caused everyone to tighten their collars as goosebumps rose all over their bodies.
In such circumstances, asking them to follow was exceptionally difficult.
Even if the Escort Masters were braver than most,
there were still limits to their courage.
...
Fan Wu and the others arrived at another dilapidated house, where, surprisingly, a light flickered, and wisps of cooking smoke could be seen rising above it.
Such a house stood out starkly amidst the ruin of Guyue Village.
This household, however, had not closed its door.
Just as Fan Wu was about to step over the threshold, an elderly voice came from inside, "This is not a place for the living to tread; Guyue Village is already a land of death. Any living who linger here will, at the very least, fall gravely ill."
An old man emerged from the house, holding a piece of firewood, his face smeared with a bit of soot.
The old man continued, "Gentlemen, you'd best return the way you came."
