After exchanging basic information, Qian Cangyi turned his attention to the Nameless Village he was currently standing in.
Surrounded by white wide chalk lines at the center, the Nameless Village exuded an aura of peace and tranquility.
In the village center stood a well with a diameter just large enough for an adult man to stretch out one arm. The stone walls of the well were covered in grass-green moss, and the windlass above showed various marks of damage, giving it a simple and somewhat worn, yet still functional feel.
Centered around the well, three wooden houses made of black wood were evenly spaced apart, forming an equilateral triangle. Each house had a single, one-person gate without any windows.
"We've also not been here for long," said Xiang Yong, responding to Qian Cangyi's earlier inquiries about the Nameless Village.
"Everyone, start investigating, and remember to be careful," Qian Cangyi said.
