The sun that had blazed fiercely all day gradually sank in the west, and once again the night curtain shrouded the earth.
Zhang Yuan's gaze fell on the village that appeared ahead.
This place was very close to the official road, originally it should have been a densely populated area, with rows of houses and at least a hundred or two families.
Moreover, these houses looked quite tidy, suggesting a prosperous village.
But now the village was deathly silent, with no rising smoke from kitchens, no sounds of chickens or dogs.
As for human figures, not a single one was to be seen!
This deserted village gradually sank into darkness, and as the wind blew, it swept up the fallen leaves, giving an indescribable desolate feel.
And an eerie vibe.
Zhang Yuan squinted his eyes, staring for a moment, then turned to ask Mo Huai'an beside him, "Junior brother, do you want to go in and take a look?"
