Whether it was Liang Qiu's orchard or the fisherman Anong's "Fish Planting Lake."
Though abnormal, they were still within Tao Qian's acceptance range.
But very soon, the group arrived at a vast expanse of fields.
At first glance, Tao Qian's expression immediately stiffened, a chill of horror washing over him.
In front of him, acre by acre, the soil was so abnormal it was unnerving. The crops being cultivated were far from ordinary rice and wheat. Many bodies of demons and deceitful creatures, both familiar and unfamiliar to Tao Qian, were either neatly arranged or shredded and mixed into a bloody mud.
