"The northern foot of Flying Dragon Mountain is Deadman's Valley?"
Hattori Yumi gazed at the nearby Flying Dragon Mountain, her eyes sparkling with excitement on her face.
"Yes!"
Hearing Hattori Yumi asking, Zhao Guoqiang nodded and said, "Our elders from Zhao Family Village say that years ago, your Japanese army passed by here, killing hundreds and thousands of villagers in this area, and their bodies were all thrown into Deadman's Valley. It is said that at night, one can faintly hear the cries of wronged souls in the valley... Miss Hattori, I can only take you this far! Deadman's Valley is an inauspicious place, and I won't go there!"
Hattori Yumi smiled and said, "Mr. Zhao, we are very grateful that you brought us here! If you don't want to go to Deadman's Valley, we won't insist! Here is the remaining fifty thousand yuan, you take it back home!"
