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“Great Marshal, Killer Wolf is still somewhere out there. What about I petrol the area?” Ares volunteered. “Who
knows I might be able to end that creature today?”
Zeke contemplated his suggestion for a while and finally gave the green light. “Make sure you return fast. Try not to
disturb the being on Golden Sands Mountain.”
“Yes, Great Marshal!”
Since Ares had spoken, many others volunteered to find Killer Wolf too, and Zeke permitted them to leave.
Before they went out, Zeke reminded them over and over again to return before daybreak so they would not
disturb the locals.
However, deep in his heart, Zeke knew that there was a close to zero possibility that the people would even find
Killer Wolf.
His energy had swept across the area earlier on, and he found no sign of Killer Wolf.
Zeke surmised that Killer Wolf had probably escaped to safety so he could recover from his injury.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf he had gotten well, he would definitely come to meet them, but since Zeke noticed that Ares and the rest were
not used to the reeking environment, he allowed them to go out and get some fresh air for a bit.
Luckily, they were highly resilient, so it was not a problem for them to go about without eating or drinking for a few
days.
The food Crippled Williams served was simply too disgusting for their liking.
A few days passed, and the seventh day came.
By dusk, they should have been fully metamorphosed and were supposed to go to the worm hole on Golden Sands
Mountain.
When the sun started setting, Zeke and the others prepared to leave.
They got ready to set out when the moon appeared, but suddenly, they heard people wailing behind Crippled
Williams' house.
The night sky was already pitch dark. When they heard those eerie cries, it made their hair stand on end.
“What's that sound, Crippled Williams?” Zeke called out.
“Ah, it's nothing. Don't mind those people,” he replied dismissively.
“What do you mean?” Zeke asked angrily. “Tell me what's happening out there!”
“Fine. There's a graveyard right behind my house. I guess those people are just grieving the dead.”
Sole Wolf leaped to the roof and looked down. “There's really a graveyard, Zeke. The villagers are lamenting there.
There are about dozens of them.”
Zeke was intrigued. “It's not even the usual time people visit their family member's grave, so why are those people
there?”
“It's probably their death anniversary?” Crippled Williams guessed. “Whatever it is, you'd better hurry up to the
mountain. It'd be problematic if you guys were late.”
The more Crippled Williams tried to divert his attention away from the people, the more Zeke felt there was more
to it.
He said in a severe tone, “Wait. Does this mean all these people lost their loved ones on the exact same day? This is
unusual. Imagine dozens of people dying on the same day. Tell me, Crippled Williams, what happened to those
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmpeople?”
“All right. All right. Well, a flood happened a few years ago, and some of the villagers drowned. After that, they
decided to bury them together since they died on the same day.”
Crippled Williams' answer might seem totally logical, but still, it was not enough to satisfy Zeke's curiosity.
He could tell from Crippled Williams' facial expression that he was not comfortable discussing this issue. Besides, his
flimsy house seemed a couple of decades old. If there were indeed a flood, his house would have been brought to
rubble.
Since Zeke did not buy this story, he went out and stopped one of the family members who happened to be passing
by.
“My deepest condolences,” Zeke said at first.
The elderly man tipped his hat, replying, “Thank you.”
“I heard these people died because of a flood a few years ago. They said it took the lives of many. Is that why all of
you are mourning their deaths?”
“Nonsense!” The old man was irked.
“Our village is high above sea level. How could there even be a flood?”
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