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The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.
When everyone gathered again, their gazes fell upon a figure—Yang Wushuang. A look of surprise appeared on their faces, as no one had expected Yang Wushuang to show up alongside them. At that moment, he stood quietly beside Lin Feng, resembling a blooming flower, exuding a unique charm.
"Brothers, let me introduce you to our comrade, Yang Wushuang," Lin Feng said with a smile. "From now on, he will stand shoulder to shoulder with us!"
"Yes!" everyone responded in unison, their voices harmonious. Zhang Zihao nodded slightly in acknowledgment but did not say much more.
At that moment, Zhang stepped forward and cupped his hands, asking, "My lord, may I ask why you have summoned us all here today?"
Lin Feng's expression turned serious as he replied, "After some investigation last night, I found some important clues. Now, I will take you all to explore further."
With that, he turned and pointed toward the nearby Daliang Mountain before striding ahead, leading everyone toward the valley on the eastern side.
Though the distance was not far, the journey proved quite arduous. The path beneath their feet was rugged and uneven, overgrown with weeds and scattered with protruding rocks that posed a constant threat.
Everyone moved cautiously forward, unable to quicken their pace much. After walking for quite some time, the mysterious valley gradually came into view.
They stopped to gaze from a distance and saw that the entrance was overrun with thorns, crisscrossing like a dense web that blocked their way. The only path leading into the valley twisted and turned among them; the ground was not only uneven but also littered with stones of various sizes and shapes—one misstep could lead to a fall and injury.
Lin Feng furrowed his brow slightly and said in a low voice, "Everyone, this path is treacherous with jagged rocks and dense thorns. We must be very careful."
With that, he took the lead and stepped forward. The others followed closely behind him, each person alert and cautious as they walked.
Just then, a startled voice rang out from the crowd: "Look! There are bodies over there!"
The shout shattered the calm atmosphere like a stone thrown into a still lake.
Everyone turned their heads at the sound, and not far away, they saw several bodies lying haphazardly in the grass. Upon closer inspection, it was clear that there were far more than just one or two. A rough estimate suggested that there were likely dozens of people.
Yang Wushuang followed their gaze, and when she saw the bodies, her face instantly turned as pale as paper. She quickly covered her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her face like a flood breaking through a dam.
Seeing this, Lin Feng furrowed his brows slightly and decisively commanded, "Someone! Quickly find a suitable place nearby to dig a few large pits. We must ensure these bodies are buried properly." His voice was steady and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.
The people who received the order did not dare to delay for even a moment and immediately sprang into action. Armed with shovels and other tools, they began searching for a suitable spot to dig graves. Before long, they found a relatively flat and open piece of land.
Thus, a group of people energetically got to work, digging and transporting soil, creating a scene of bustling activity. Lin Feng stood to the side, quietly observing the bodies.
He noticed that most of the clothing on these individuals was tattered, with some even stained red with blood. Given their positions, it was highly likely they had been thrown down from the valley above. Furthermore, some of the corpses were gruesome to behold; limbs were missing, and heads were separated from bodies, creating a horrifying sight.
Before long, several large pits were finally dug. Following Yang Wushuang's request, everyone carefully placed each body into the pits and gently covered them with soil. In the end, they erected simple and crude wooden markers at each grave to serve as identifiers.
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