Chapter 129: None of Them Are Human (Part Two)

"Wan Niang?"
Yang Dong asked with a trace of confusion.
The little girl gradually lost her inhibitions, acting very much like a child.
"She is that pretty sister I just pushed down. She is this year's sacrifice, and her name is Wan Niang!"
Upon hearing this, the group all knitted their brows. If they were using a pretty, young woman as a sacrifice, it was definitely not just about absorbing female yin energy; there was likely a much greater conspiracy hidden behind it. When Yang Dong had seen the countless women's bones piled upon that blood-drenched altar, deep suspicion had already taken root in his heart.
"That's right, why did you guys crawl out of that nameless tomb? The villagers say that anyone who crawls out of there is a monster or a demon!"
Monsters and demons?
Yang Dong's brows sank slightly. At this moment, my consciousness seemed to merge seamlessly with Yang Dong's. I could clearly feel what Yang Dong was thinking at that precise moment; I could distinctly perceive the fervent passion and hope Yang Dong held for this village. For in ancient times, there was a saying: "that which is pure casts no shadow"—meaning this was the place closest to absolute purity, and only truly pure power could pierce through the realms of yin and yang to defy the heavens and alter one's destiny.
Sensing Yang Dong's inner thoughts, my own heart instantly stirred with excitement as well.
"Hehe, little girl, do you think we look like monsters or demons?"
The little girl shook her head, but her expression immediately darkened again as she said, "My village chief said that whoever crawls out of that nameless ancient tomb will bring destruction upon our entire village!"
Hearing this, Yang Dong did not show any surprise or displeasure. Instead, he reached out his hand and began making rapid calculations.
Before long, I felt the visions rising within Yang Dong's mind. The scenes appearing in his mind were almost entirely composed of shattered mountains, collapsed houses, and countless people falling one after another, ultimately turning into piles of white bones.
"Will you take us to meet your village chief?"
At that moment, another person leaned in and asked softly.
"Okay, but you must be very quiet. People die in our village every day. Just a moment ago, Wan Niang's child, Yinyin, bit her tongue and committed suicide because her mother was about to be taken away for the sacrifice. They are performing funeral rites for her right now."
Hearing this, my entire body shuddered violently, and the images of Yinyin and her mother, Wan Niang, instantly flashed through my mind.

They turned out to be part of this as well. At that moment, my mind suddenly spun in confusion. If that were the case, everything about me—not just my life, but my entire social circle—had been completely pre-arranged. Such a life was truly terrifying.
"All right, we will be very quiet."
When Yang Dong said this, there was an unmistakable undertone that left one guessing his true intent. It was also at that moment that I began to feel that Yang Dong was not as kind-hearted as I had imagined.
The little girl reached out and grabbed Yang Dong's hand, skipping along as she ran toward the cluster of village houses not far away. Meanwhile, the sense of threat I perceived from Yang Dong's consciousness grew increasingly terrifying. I even caught a flash of murderous intent in the corner of Yang Dong's eyes when he looked at the village ahead; though it vanished instantly, I was able to sense it with absolute clarity.
As they drew near the village, the little girl let go of Yang Dong's hand and whispered softly, "Uncle, I can only guide you this far. Just keep walking straight ahead, and the largest house is the village chief's home. I have to go back now. If my mother sees me with you guys, I'll get punished again."
Yang Dong and the others nodded. Watching the little girl scurry off to the side, they flicked their sleeves and strode directly forward.
Furthermore, I saw Yang Dong quietly instructing the others to be extremely cautious, warning them that this village was definitely not simple. Naturally, the moment the four of them stepped foot into the village, they already knew it was unusual. Not for any other reason, but because from a distance, they could tell the village's layout formed the shape of a colossal Chinese character "Men" (Gate), and it was written in the ancient script of the Yin-Yang realm.
This proved that the little girl was merely a guide sent by the villagers, and the so-called sacrifice beforehand was deliberately staged just to lead them here. Now that they had arrived, Yang Dong and his companions had already made up their minds. As they walked forward, their hands never stopped moving. With almost every single step they took, they traced talismans in the air and infused them into the surrounding space, waiting only for the right moment to weave these talismans into a massive formation.
The further they walked, the greater the pressure Yang Dong felt pressing down upon him.
Moreover, what baffled them was that among so many houses—some of which even had smoke curling from their chimneys—not a single person came out, arousing even deeper suspicion in their hearts.
Creak!
Just as Yang Dong and the others reached the entrance of an archaic, spacious house situated right in the center of the village, and before they could even raise a hand to knock, the door creaked open by itself.
"You've come. Step right in!"
A hand reached out from within—a hand so withered and shriveled that it looked as though it belonged to someone in their seventies or eighties.
Yang Dong glanced at the others and stepped inside without hesitation. Once inside, all Yang Dong could see was the elder's back as he marched straight toward the main ancestral hall.
As the old man approached, the vermilion doors of the ancestral hall swung open on their own.
Yang Dong's brows twitched. From this simple display, he could already tell that this village chief was also a practitioner of the Yin-Yang arts, and his cultivation was likely superior to theirs.

At that moment, Yang Dong felt a burning, stinging sensation on his wrist. Instantly looking down, he discovered a blood-red mark stamped onto his skin, and the vital yang energy within his body was slowly draining away.
"You!"
Yang Dong immediately stopped in his tracks and pointed at the old man, who had also slowly come to a halt.
The rest of the group quickly closed in around Yang Dong, gazing warily at their surroundings.
"Stop looking. There is only one 'Yang Dong' here!"
As the old man spoke, he slowly turned around. The moment "Yang Dong" turned his face toward them, everyone present froze in place. Yang Dong himself stared in absolute stupefaction at the old man standing before him, whose face was an exact replica of his own, and asked in sheer horror: "You—just who on earth are you?"
"Yang Dong" did not speak, merely offering a sinister, eerie smile.
"I have waited here for you for a hundred years... for my own body!"
Suddenly, a sharp, piercing pain flared in my mind. At that moment, I desperately wanted to wake up, but I neither woke up nor could I. In the end, I only saw Yang Dong utilizing the Supreme Dragon Secret Art and the Ghost Escaping Technique to spirit his soul back to Huamei Village.
Throughout it all, I could still see countless mirrors...
Ah!
Huu... huu... huu...
I let out a startled cry, suddenly snapping my eyes open, and shoved the blood-red coffin lid away with both hands. Only then did I realize that my entire body was covered in blood, which had left strange, meandering trails across my skin.
"Ah..."
The moment I pushed the corpse coffin open and stood up, Xiyue, who had been sitting cross-legged nearby, also let out a sharp cry and opened her eyes!