Qin Ye sprinted along the wall at full speed, and what he failed to notice was that all of the people in all of the photographs on the wall had turned to look at him in unison with wooden expressions.

It was impossible to say exactly what type of place the fourth floor was. Perhaps it was a parallel space, perhaps it was a long corridor of memories manifested from the hatred of the village's residents that had been brewing for over 1,000 years. In any case, this place was a miracle created by the unique properties of the forsaken land, and only in this place would he have an opportunity to find out the truth behind the earthen building.

He rushed all the way to the end of the long corridor of photographs, and there, he discovered pieces of artwork hanging on the wall.

These pieces of artwork were all from the Song Dynasty, and they were yellow with age, but they had somehow been preserved and prevented from disintegrating here. There were close to 20 pieces of artwork in total, and they were still portraits depicting the entire village.

It was a portrait of zombies.

Qin Ye cast his gaze toward the final portrait. Prior to this, he had carefully counted the number of people on the portraits and determined it to be 127. However, in this portrait...

There were 128 people!

There was a very good chance that the culprit was that extra person! That 128th person was the one who had doomed all of the residents of the Huang Clan's earthen building to an eternity of limbo!

He was the one who transformed this village into a purgatory for zombies.

He was the one who created the Taisui Crossbred Karmamudrā.

He was...