Blood Plague (3)

Ye Qingtang sent Lin Long back to her room. Her brain was filled with thoughts. She did not return to her room and left the place.

When Ye Qingtang just stepped out of the pavilion house, Wu Zheng appeared at the entrance of the pavilion house. He squinted his eyes as he witnessed Ye Qingtang walking towards the Spirit Condensation Mountain Village. There was a complex expression in his eyes.

The sky darkened as Ye Qingtang stepped into the bloody Spirit Condensation Mountain Village alone. At dusk, the blood stains seemed to be shadowed and were more gloomy.

In the front yard, crows were landing on the rotten skulls and pecking the flesh. Ye Qingtang's arrival shocked the crows. They chirped and flew away, creating sparkling shadows on the blood stains.

The little lightning dragon was disturbed by the sound and stretched out its head.

Ye Qingtang gently touched its head and scanned through the gloomy place.