“Young master, there isn’t a single person in the city. Even the livestocks are completely gone.”0

Ye Qing was currently standing at the gates of White Horse. He had spread out his demonic thought to perceive the entire city. Flanking him were Papersmith and Faceless.0

Papersmith’s report was unnecessary. He could tell himself that living being existed in the county.0

That said, the county was also overflowing with some sort of evil, anomalous aura. Clearly, the inexplicable mass disappearance had something to do with Strangers.0

“Faceless, when did the people of White Horse disappear?” Ye Qing asked.0

Faceless answered with a salute, “Seven days ago.”0

“What about Chief Fang and Chief Gu?”0

“They disappeared three days ago,” Faceless answered. “Three days ago,...0