The corpses lay scattered like discarded shoes.
The dantian is empty, devoid of life.
Among the corpses, some people could even recognize some familiar faces.
"This is... the seventh young master of Wuchen Palace." Qin Xi covered her lips.
His family searched for him for a very long time, posting reward notices throughout the six realms, only to find his body... right here.
His body was covered in signs of torture, but he had been dead for some time; the bloodstains had dried, and his face was bluish-black.
After they left the blood, Wu Ling pulled his wrist away from Song Tingwan's and silently glanced at it before saying, "Their souls are gone."
Was his body once discarded like garbage, just like these corpses?
Song Siyao clenched his fist, took out the recording stone, and recorded everything.
Everyone was shocked.
He also felt indignant that Wutong Mountain had committed heinous crimes.
"Sigh, can you collect their bodies?" Baili Xijiang couldn't bear to look at them, sniffed, and choked up as he spoke.
"Time is tight, we may need to hurry up and explore Wutong Mountain." Qin Xi hesitated. She was reluctant, but the exploration was more important.
Song Tingwan didn't speak, but pursed her lips and waved her hand, sweeping a large number of corpses into the mustard seed space.
Inside the Mustard Seed Space, a mountain peak was leveled and used to store corpses.
"Since we've met, it must be fate. Let's go out and build them a grave."
The situation inside is unpredictable and unpredictable; the fact that she encountered it is a matter of cause and effect, and she cannot simply stand idly by.
Inside the mustard seed space, Xiao Ao was so frightened by the bloodthirsty aura that it bristled. Outside, Song Tingwan immediately set up a barrier around the mountain.
Little Ao glanced at it curiously, then lowered its head and stretched its furry paws into the water to fish.
The pile of corpses vanished, leaving only blood flowing silently.
With heavy hearts, the group continued walking inside.
We encountered many more corpses.
Yue Hexun stopped Song Tingwan from continuing to collect the body.
"There are traces of people further ahead, and the disappearance of the body would attract attention."
Song Tingwan had no choice but to give up regretfully.
The group carefully avoided the corpses and silently walked deeper into the area.
"It seems this place has become a dumping ground for corpses over the years," Yue Hexun sighed. Wutong Mountain is getting worse and worse.
"There will be a small opening further ahead, very narrow, and after you go out, there will be an even smaller cave."
Yuehe Xun continued to guide the way.
The others nodded and followed him to the place he had indicated.
"Once we emerge from here, we'll be surrounded by eyes and ears. It's best to be cautious and communicate by telepathy."
Yuehe Xun gave him his instructions with concern.
Once outside, they officially entered the territory of Wutong Mountain. The ghost cultivators and the people of Wutong Mountain would pay extra attention to anything unusual.
It's difficult to handle.
After everyone responded, they slowly walked out of the dark cave one by one.
Instantly, you could sense the tense atmosphere in the air.
It was lifeless and filled with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Song Tingwan's eyes darkened; she looked at this place with obvious disgust.
The others had similar feelings.
They infiltrated silently, and Jinghong was also put away by Song Tingwan. They relied entirely on Yuehexun to send them directions via telepathy.
Since entering the territory of Wutong Mountain, Wu Ling has not revealed a trace of ghostly aura.
Countless lurking ghostly energies slumbered in the shadows.
Their cultivation levels varied, but all were above the Nascent Soul stage.
They all noticed it without him reminding them.
So they took each step very carefully.
Half an hour had passed since I walked from the back of the mountain to a place where I could hear people talking.
There are tall palaces and buildings, and countless people dressed in white robes from Wutong Mountain are busy at work.
"Be careful, the mountain lord and the young master have both been in bad tempers lately."
"Okay, I will be careful."
Two children passed by, and the one sweeping the street gave the other child, who was carrying a plate, some words of advice.
"Be careful at the entrance too. The mountain lord and the others have such tempers... It's best to keep a low profile and not get noticed."
"Okay, you'd better go quickly, or you'll be punished again later."
The two exchanged a few words quickly, and the boy carrying the plate took a deep breath and resignedly walked from the doorway toward the palace.
The six of them, along with Yuehe Xun, decided to follow.
The child was unaware that seven invisible men were following him.
But he seems to be quite popular; many people greet him in hushed tones, unanimously reminding him that the atmosphere has been tense lately.
The boy followed along until they approached the palace.
The aura of the hidden high-level ghost cultivator was overwhelming, and the little boy shivered. He took another deep breath before stepping into the palace grounds.
Song Tingwan and the others held their breath, keeping their presence to a minimum, and slowly followed inside.
The people inside the palace were dressed in more elaborate attire than those outside, but none of them had a smile on their face.
Some were gloomy, and they simply walked past the child, their eyes expressionless, passing by like puppets.
Some people, still emotionally volatile, managed a forced smile and greeted the child.
"They've come to deliver the roster again?"
"Yes, sir."
"Sigh, go ahead." The man turned away cruelly, sighed, and walked away sadly.
The little boy looked at the list in the middle of the plate, his expression revealing a complex mix of emotions despite being just a child.
A moment later, the boy lowered his brows and respectfully carried the plate inside.
In front of the three highest halls, the boy chose the one that was furthest to the side.
After someone spotted him, they turned around and went inside to report.
Only after the others came out again were the children allowed to enter.
The empty, sacred palace was filled with an overwhelming stench of blood.
The child tried to ignore it, and then respectfully raised the plate above his head.
"Lord Ningxi, this is the list of people from Wutong City who want to enter the mountain this year."
Ningxi was a handsome male cultivator, but his face was dark and gloomy, as if he had been tainted by the bloodthirsty aura of killing for a long time.
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