Along the way, strange rocks jut out sharply, and shadows piled upon shadows, while eerily shaped trees grow abnormally lush, under the dimming light it's as if each one was a demon choosing its victim, densely surrounding the area, just waiting for people to let their guard down before they pounce.
From a distance, they could see a village halfway up the mountain. Under the setting sun, it was as quiet as a grave.
Guan Tingting used her mage's vision to look around, but found nothing unusual.
"Stop looking, it's just a village."
"How can that be, where's Black Wind Stockade"
Li Xu chuckled and snapped off a tree branch to use as a walking stick, "If we go up there, we'll know."