Corpse Traces

Ling Han entered the village.

It was like a graveyard, deathly silent; no movement could be heard.

"It's too quiet!" Qin Lian Yue said, and kept looking at the places where the moonlight failed to reach as if a monster would suddenly jump out from the dark and forbidding place.

"No breathing, and no heartbeat!" Zhu Xuan Er said seriously.

For experts like them, breathing and heartbeat could still be heard even across several hundred meters and several walls; it wasn't a problem at all. But now, there was none of these sounds, and there wasn't even a tiny bit of the barking of dogs and the clucking of chickens.

It was as if this village was already abandoned for countless years, but it could be clearly seen that hanging from some people's houses were corncobs and red peppers, which represented there were still people living in this village not long ago, maybe even the previous day.

"Strange!" Everyone discovered something was amiss.