It had been over a month since Hei Mang, the messenger from the Qinglin Zhai, had visited the infamous grove of corpses.
Since then, many more bodies had been impaled on spikes, making this patch of land even more macabre. The very atmosphere itself reeked of death, blood, and cruelty.
He couldn't help but subconsciously gulp as he urged the horse to trudge through the broad, blood-stained path that ran through this deathly grove. The handful of people behind him were restless, believing any moment could be their last.
After all, the last group of men from their organization who had come here had been impaled. In fact, they even caught a glance of those poor men.
Ravens perched on their impaled corpses, digging through their eyeballs and enjoying the gruesome feast.
Caw! Caw!
A raven called out, its voice eerily beautiful. The men from the Qinglin Zhai shuddered. They did not want to be here. But they did not have a choice.
