The scene at this time was.
The night was ink-black, without a glimpse of starlight.
An enormous tree with a canopy hundreds of meters wide grew on the mountainside, its limbs and branches clinking with dried bodies and white bones in the night breeze, like bells calling to the spirits. The open space under the tree connected to the entrance of the village, filled with dark mist, where hundreds of "guests" turned ghosts surrounded Li Xu and the others in solemn stillness.
Pairs of ghostly eyes, like green flames the size of beans, bobbed in the dark smoke.
Outside the canopy, countless beasts twisted and deformed in the smoke, taking on human outlines as they surrounded Zheng Fuyou and his companions. From the canopy, numerous vines poured down, turning into pitch-black giant pythons that slithered among these monsters, striking out now and then, leaving Zheng Fuyou and his comrades frantically preoccupied.