The darkness was terrifying, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, all around was eerily silent, peaceful.
Ye Qiu sat in the car, even his breathing seemed to stop at this moment, his pupils widening as he stared ahead, where rows of neatly arranged spirit tents and brand-new coffins were illuminated by the car headlights.
"One, two, three..."
Ye Qiu counted silently in his heart, and then he discovered that on both sides of the long village road there were actually as many as twenty spirit tents and coffins.
Judging by the appearance of the new coffins, Ye Qiu knew they must have been made just a few days ago.
"I wonder if there are any dead people inside."
Thinking this, Ye Qiu felt somewhat reassured.
Even though he possessed great strength, he was, after all, still a normal person.
Anyone normal would be scared seeing spirit tents and coffins set up along the road in the middle of a village at night.
