"What sound is that?"
Everyone stopped in their tracks and listened carefully.
This time, Lin Chen heard it clearly.
The wind carried the sound of rats gnawing on food, as well as a sound akin to scratching something hard.
The four paused for a moment, then decided to move forward.
Until...
At a corner, Lin Chen witnessed a shocking scene.
Seven or eight cultivators leaned against the Peach Demon Tree, their bodies swollen and bleeding profusely.
Their eyes were bloodshot, hair disheveled, with their chests exposed...
As if they were possessed, they frantically scratched their skin.
The scratches grew deeper, from swollen to bleeding, and then down to the flesh...
Eventually, even the white bones were visible to the naked eye.
Yet, the cultivators seemed numb to the pain, continuing to scratch desperately.
"Help, save me..."
Among them, a female cultivator with a lovely face, her hair covering half of it.
