Celestial Master Zhang now wore a solemn, grave expression, a complete departure from his previous self. How should one put it? He was serious—so serious it was almost out of character.
"Do you know the total population of Ping'an Village?"
He didn't seem surprised to see Tu Xiao'an and suddenly spoke up to ask a question.
Tu Xiao'an didn't understand his motive, but he answered nonetheless, "Three hundred and sixty."
That was what Leng Shuang had told him before.
"Wrong. A year ago, this village had a population of at least five hundred. Now, it's barely two hundred. In this past month alone, no fewer than a hundred people have died, and every family has added a new grave to their plot."
Hearing this, Tu Xiao'an's breath hitched. 'This village is on the verge of being wiped out.'
