That night, Yang Tian and the others stayed in this village located behind Changbai Mountain.
This village seemed very strange.
It didn't appear on the map, and amidst the vast white snow, the village had no roads leading to it.
If it weren't for Yang Tian running his Divine Sense to detect it, they would have had difficulty finding the village.
The people in the village didn't seem human.
Their faces were as pale as corpses, their eyes lifeless, and they didn't speak all day.
"Big brother, I'm so scared..."
Wang Yue felt a chill as she saw villagers standing wherever she passed, staring straight at her.
Those gazes seemed like dead people watching her.
There was no electricity in the village, only the most primitive wood fires, and the huts were close together. The light emitted from the dilapidated wooden tables outlined the villagers' eerie faces.
Villagers stood at the wooden windows and wooden doors.
Without careful observation, it was hard to notice them.
