If Wen Yan hadn't personally seen the black energy, like army ants, invisible to others, spilling from everything and everyone here, converging on Brother Ye.
And after a little longer, some things, some people, no longer had black energy seeping out.
Wen Yan might not have truly believed Feng Yao's intelligence.
According to his understanding, the people in this village should have been fighting against this so-called curse for a very long time, many generations have been battling it.
And that tribesman who died a few months ago was one of the fighters.
This person's idea might indeed have great feasibility; when those black energies dissipate, they truly won't affect people's safety.
Converging onto one person, when it reaches a certain point, it will bring about great change, harming their life.
