It was a very overcast day, and under the canopy of the giant locust tree, it was no different from nighttime in the Huang Clan's earthen building.

Qin Ye slowly made his way down to the first floor, and as soon as he appeared, everyone was rooted to the spot as they turned to stare directly at him.

"You're... still alive?" An elderly man who was situated closest to him made his way over to Qin Ye unsteadily while leaning on a cane. His voice was trembling, and his eyes were filled with astonishment. "It... It's been two days since you came here, yet... yet you're still alive!"

"This is impossible..." Huang Xiaoqing had also emerged, and she was holding the railing in a white-knuckled grip. "You've survived for two days? And you've even gone to the second floor?"

"How is this possible?"

"No one has ever survived for two days here..."

"How could this be..."

One villager after another made their way over to Qin Ye, who casually took a glance at his phone.

It was 8 AM.

"Nothing is impossible." He put his phone away before turning to everyone with a calm expression and said, "I want to know where Huang Jiansen is."

The commotion immediately died down as soon as his voice trailed off. After a long while, Huang Xiaoqing casually lit a cigarette, then puffed out a smoke ring before replying, "He's dead."

He's dead? 

Qin Ye's brows furrowed tightly once again upon hearing this. His thought process was that Huang Jiansen was the village head and the one most familiar with everything in...