Fang Wang did not slow down after discerning the situation on the horizon; instead, he sped up a bit.
So many ghosts, maybe they really have something to do with the Jiu You inheritance.
After flying another twenty or thirty miles, Fang Wang finally saw the source of the ghosts—it was actually an ancient well.
The terrain ahead was undulating, and a dilapidated courtyard was situated between the mountains, with a dead tree on the north side that didn't have a single leaf. The courtyard was surrounded by houses with broken roofs and dilapidated walls, and that well was in the center of the courtyard, continuously emitting ghosts crawling out from it.
Without peering into the Netherworld, the courtyard just seemed desolate because it had an open view in all directions; from a distance, it didn't appear horrifying. Moreover, the Spiritual Energy in this area was very thin, unlike a place that nurtures Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures, so there were no other creatures nearby.
