Qi Yan, with a tense expression, said, "I smell blood." Rats are extremely sensitive to smells, and the bloody odor floating in the air was so strong it made one want to vomit.

"Fresh human blood?" Jiang Si asked.

Qi Yan suppressed the nausea and carefully discerned the matter. "It's hard to say. It's mixed, and the time varies, some from the distant past and some from the recent past."

This place is even further inside the mountains, and it is rarely visited by people. Even if someone wanted to secretly bury their dead, they wouldn't go this far. Just the annual tomb sweeping alone would exhaust people.

Jiang Si: "Have your rat brothers look for it." Rats are scattered in various places, and they are really good at gathering information.

Why not take advantage of it?

Qi Yan turned and glared at her.

Jiang Si crossed her arms: "What are you glaring at me for? I'm telling you to make amends. You've lost so much virtue that it will take hundreds of years to make up for it. Heaven isn't taking you away because of your weak spiritual power. And you still dare to act tough with me?"

Qi Yan bit her lip and lowered her head.

After a long while, it made a sound that was not audible to normal humans.

Before long, all the active rodents gathered around, lowering their cute little heads as if bowing in submission.

It's so densely packed that it's enough to trigger trypophobia in anyone looking at it.

Qi Yan instructed them in their language to search the surrounding area for any unusual activity.

The mice obeyed and scattered.

One of the rats, which looked quite old, stood still, seemingly scratching its head. Jiang Si nudged Qi Yan: "Does he have something to say?"

Qi Yan looked at the old rat, his expression growing more and more solemn as he listened.

Jiang Si understood somewhat.

"He said that a few years ago, a man carried a woman here and buried her here."

"Only one?"

“No,” Qi Yan said, looking at a point in the distance, “there are many.”