227 Rouge Paper Skull

Desolate Village, silent as death.

Lu Ran's steps were light as he walked along the earthen road, looking at the dilapidated houses on either side of the street.

The low earthen walls were riddled with cracks, as if a gentle push would cause them to collapse.

The adobe houses within the yards were no better, their walls also riddled with obvious cracks, some even with weeds blowing in the breeze.

"This atmosphere."

Lu Ran couldn't help but silently praise in his heart.

The military has something to offer, the scene is quite on point, it's very immersive.

In the distance, at the central position of the village, there even stood a twisted-neck tree…

Behind him, Si Xianxian was completely numb.

Do they really have to do this?

It's like being in a horror movie.

"Young Master." Si Xianxian looked at Lu Ran's back and asked in a soft voice, "Have you found it yet, where is the Yan Zhi?"

She tightly held onto Jiang Ruyi's arm, nervously looking around.