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“Pear Blossom Gully is cut off from the world for a reason,” Li Xinghua finally spoke up at this point.

“Didn’t Zhu Minglang mention it before? They secluded themselves to avoid the chaos of war, not wanting to get entangled in any disputes,” Fang Niannian said.

“Although I can’t be 100 percent sure, I think this Pear Blossom Gully could very well be a Yin Spirit Necromancer’s village,” Zhu Minglang turned back to glance at the lit-up mountain hamlet.

The night was clear, the lights were bright, everything seemed so peaceful, as if it truly were a paradise on earth. And come spring and summer, when the pear blossoms bloomed, the hills here would be covered with them, making the place look like a heavenly realm.

But was everything really as wonderful as it appeared to be?

“A Yin Spirit Necromancer’s village???” Nan Yuso said, her mouth agape in surprise.

“Yes, most of the people here are probably already dead. Pear Blossom Gully has likely always been a valley of the deceased. The outside world thinks it houses twenty or thirty thousand people, but in reality, the number of those who are truly alive might just be the few we’ve seen. They are Yin Spirit Necromancers,” Li Xinghua said.

“The controlled dead we encountered at Stone Village weren’t misled by the Mourning Dragon; in fact, it was the Yin Spirit Necromancer Mistress Ruoshuo who was manipulating those corpses,” Zhu Minglang said.

Nan Yuso, Hu Bailing, and Fang Niannian all widened their eyes in shock.

“I knew there was something off about that little girl, huh!” Nan Yuso said.

From the moment she joined the team, Nan Yuso felt the young girl was hiding something.

“So she’s in league with the Mourning Dragon? Did she slaughter the whole village??” Hu Bailing said, finding it hard to believe.

“No, Stone Village likely didn’t have many living people to begin with,” Zhu Minglang said.

“What??” Fang Niannian felt her brain wasn’t quite keeping up.

The village was supposed to have been slaughtered, right?

The Mourning Dragons were even hiding in those houses!

“In First Village, the people we saw were mostly dead bodies being controlled,” Zhu Minglang continued.

“All… all ghosts???” Fang Niannian recoiled into Nan Yuso’s embrace, trembling all over upon hearing this.

“I underestimated the power of Yin Spirit Necromancers, or rather, there are strong and weak among them. The weaker ones can only see Yin spirits. The slightly stronger ones can communicate with them, and the even more powerful ones can control the dead, making them seem no different from the living,” Li Xinghua explained.

“So that’s why First Village seemed devoid of life, because the whole Pear Blossom Gully is a tribal land of Yin Spirit Necromancers? They maintain all the villages by manipulating the dead, making the outside world think this place is just an isolated haven??” Fear filled Hu Bailing’s eyes.

Those friends from a seemingly naive past.

Were they Yin Spirit Necromancers or were they the dead?

“Then… what’s the deal with the Mourning Dragon??” Nan Yuso asked.

“It’s also under our control. The Mourning Dragon is our servant!” Just then, a man’s voice came from the mountaintop ahead. He stood under the desolate moonlight, wearing a beast fur hat and fur clothes, but his entire being exuded an eerie aura!!

It was Song Luo!

Compared with his previously honest and straightforward appearance, he now seemed to possess an unfathomable, sinister quality!

“Yin Spirit Necromancer? Actually, we don’t really like calling ourselves that. We call ourselves the God of Death!” The wrinkled-faced village elder, Song Xunshan, emerged from the forest behind him, twisting the arm of the young necromancer girl, Mistress Ruoshuo.

“The church over there says that Mourning Dragons are creatures that serve the God of Death…” Hu Bailing suddenly recalled this phrase, stricken as if by lightning. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Pointing at the village elder, she said, “No wonder the Mourning Dragons are never extinct, it’s because you Yin Spirit Necromancers are skulking around in Pear Blossom Gully!”

“It’s really unexpected that we sent you off to Mourning Dragon Village and yet you managed to come out alive. However, now that you know the secrets of Pear Blossom Gully, we can’t let you leave alive,” said the village elder, Song Xunshan.

In fact, Song Xunshan had never been certain whether these people had discovered the secret of Pear Blossom Gully.

But as they started to leave nonchalantly, Song Xunshan grew more and more uneasy. He felt it was safer to dispose of them, just in case, especially since they had been in contact with Mistress Ruoshuo, and she had told them that they could see Yin Spirits!

“I… I didn’t say anything,” Mistress Ruoshuo said.

“But they still guessed it, didn’t they?” the village elder, Song Xunshan, said.

“We thought the village elder gave us so many gemstones as hush money. Actually, we don’t care who you are, Yin Spirit Necromancers or Mourning Dragon Gods of Death, what we care about is whether many people have died here. In fact, I was relieved when I realized you were a village of Yin Spirit Necromancers, which means that Pear Blossom Gully wasn’t a place where thousands died under the claws of Mourning Dragons. I’m somewhat of a soft-hearted person,” Zhu Minglang spoke up.

There was no massacre.

The people of Pear Blossom Gully didn’t live in fear of the Mourning Dragons.

That was why Zhu Minglang wanted to leave.

In Yin Spirit Village, they liked to use the dead as villagers, pretending that the few living people in the entire Pear Blossom Gully amounted to a prospering and wealthy show of the Seven Villages…

They enjoyed this kind of Yin Spirit puppet play.

So be it.

As long as they didn’t use actual living people as their puppets.

As long as their so-called Mourning Dragon servants didn’t run down the mountain killing the innocent.

How they managed to survive, and in what ways they continued, that was their business, and Zhu Minglang couldn’t care less.

This was the reason why Zhu Minglang was desperate to leave after learning the truth.

“To me, the absence of a massacre is enough. If you Yin Spirit Necromancers enjoy playing among yourselves, then continue slowly. I still prefer cities with the breath of real living people,” Zhu Minglang said.

“You won’t keep this a secret!” Song Luo’s eyes were firmly fixed on Zhu Minglang.

“Actually, if we all maintain an unspoken understanding and let this incident pass, we can still be good neighbors in the future. As long as you don’t plot to steal lives or wealth, I won’t be prejudiced against you. But if you think about murdering to silence people, that’s really foolish in my eyes. I was called here on a rescue mission, and now that you all are safe and sound, I can leave. But by doing this, you’re forcing me to become the man who wipes out your Yin Spirit Village in Pear Blossom Gully. Having accepted the gemstones, I would feel guilty,” Zhu Minglang said.