The carriage stopped outside, and the guide wasn't any guards or servants, but Lu Gang, the de facto ruler of Ash City. Chen Jing had some guesses about this so-called important figure and became increasingly curious.
Chen Jing originally thought that the sect behind Black Hand Lu Gang was the Lingguang Sect of the Xia Dynasty, because the corpse driver in the Dan realm was called the High Priest. However, after talking with Li Si and learning that she was unaware of the blood sacrifice, Chen Jing began to suspect that Black Hand had other backers.
Perhaps it is the power represented by the important figure in this villa.
Of course, it's possible that Li Si lied, but in that situation, Chen Jing felt that Li Si had no reason to lie and mislead him, since they might not even have been able to leave the underground at that time.
Stepping across the wooden bridge and through the courtyard, the caves on the artificial hill seemed like eyes watching over him. The wind blew past the withered branches, creating ripples on the water's surface, a scene of a small bridge over a flowing stream. But Chen Jing felt inexplicably uneasy, his heart pounding with unease, as if he were in Meijing City, a place filled with monsters and thick with mist, rather than the safe city of Ashes.
The further you go in, the stronger that feeling becomes.
Inside, the door was unlocked, and there were no servants guarding it. There was hardly any dust on the floor, and even though it was daytime outside, the interior was quite dimly lit, thanks to heavy, dark red curtains covering many windows. There were many unseen shadows, some in the corners, some behind tables and chairs, and some behind withered tree pots.
A new flesh-colored carpet had been laid on the ground, and Chen Jing felt a slight sinking sensation when he stepped on it with his shoes on.
Upon arriving here, both Lu Gang and Chen Jing remained silent, seemingly unwilling to speak for fear of disturbing the spirits here.
Despite the darkness, a draft still blew through the room, making your hair stand on end and feel chilly, like you were seeing a ghost.
After passing through a room, Lu Gang led Chen Jing through a series of corridors lined with dark red bamboo.
These bamboos were not as lush and verdant as the ones Chen Jing had seen before his transmigration. Their trunks were stained with a rusty color, their leaves were dry and brownish-yellow, and the parts near the soil were a lifeless black.
Many bamboos on both sides were in bloom. These bamboo flowers, like purplish-red rice ears, swayed with the wind passing through the corridor. Some of the flowers and leaves fell off and landed on both sides of the corridor.
The bamboo seeds formed from the bamboo flowers resemble small, finely chopped pieces of meat, about the size of a baby's fist, swaying gently in the breeze.
Following the corridor, Lu Gang arrived at the side room. A gust of wind blew by, and he stopped in his tracks.
He didn't turn around: "That important person is inside. Go see her yourself."
The tranquil scene and eerie atmosphere left no room for Chen Jing to ask questions. He could only suppress his doubts and unease and walk inside.
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