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At the foot of the mountain, in a perpetually shadowy place, there was a cave dwelling. It rarely saw the light of day, and shade-loving plants grew wildly, concealing the entrance.
Feng Tianlan followed the aura to this location. He hid behind a tree and extended his spiritual consciousness into the cave.
Inside the dimly lit cave, an eerie atmosphere prevailed. The decoration consisted of white bones and human skin, adding a ghostly touch to the surroundings.
There were three stone chambers in total.
Among them, one of the stone chambers emitted a strong smell of blood, catching Feng Tianlan's attention.
With a single glance, his eyes turned as cold as ice.
On the ground of the stone chamber lay over a dozen corpses in a pitiful state. They were completely withered, reduced to mere skeletons, evidently drained of their blood.
