If Wen Yan hadn't personally seen the black energy, like army ants, invisible to others, spilling from everything and everyone here, converging on Brother Ye.

And after a little longer, some things, some people, no longer had black energy seeping out.

Wen Yan might not have truly believed Feng Yao's intelligence.

According to his understanding, the people in this village should have been fighting against this so-called curse for a very long time, many generations have been battling it.

And that tribesman who died a few months ago was one of the fighters.

This person's idea might indeed have great feasibility; when those black energies dissipate, they truly won't affect people's safety.

Converging onto one person, when it reaches a certain point, it will bring about great change, harming their life.

If this curse could be dispersed from the villagers and spread across Divine Land to millions, even if the curse isn't eradicated, it shouldn't stir anything significant, let alone burst forth with power.

At least, according to what Wen Yan initially saw, this plan indeed seems feasible.

Big Sister Ye's tribesman was indeed talented, though it's unclear how he found this method, using a camera app and buying lots of data to pursue this task.

Unfortunately, that person probably couldn't see these ominous black energies.

If he could see them, he probably wouldn't have gone about it this way.

When Wen Yan saw that from many things, many people, the black energy was dissipating, it never reappeared.

Wen Yan knew there was a big pit buried there.

If those black energies were truly manifestations of the curse's power, then some people here no longer have black energy seeping out, does it mean they are no longer cursed?

No, certainly not.

He believed those black energies were merely the tangible aspect of the curse's power, not the curse itself.

The curse itself must be shapeless and invisible, completely unseen.

According to the information he had before, those who went outside and didn't face a curse outbreak were only Big Sister Ye.

Big Sister Ye became the designated person to collect the remains of outside tribesmen.

Based on Wen Yan's current information, there haven't been more than two years where at least one tribesman hasn't died outside.

Looking again at Brother Ye's appearance now, Wen Yan speculated.

The so-called traditions here should have evolved from ancient rules.

Those customs and traditions were actually telling them how to maintain, how to continue.

An average of one tribesman dying outside each year feels more like a sacrifice, a consumption.

To absorb an entire year's curse power into oneself, then through death, consume all that power instantly.

With one's own strength, continue maintaining the safety of all other tribesmen.

Generation after generation, endlessly exhausting, maintaining this peculiar and brutally bizarre balance.

He felt the villagers might not necessarily be unaware.

But the more they know, the more they guess, the more desperate they might become, losing the will to resist, perhaps unable to carry on.

Before, when this place was closed off, it might have continued, but now with electricity, roads, and internet.

With education, enlightenment, and expanded horizons, they certainly won't see problems the way they once did.

At this moment, Wen Yan looking at Brother Ye, the look of facing death calmly yet still struggling to support, Wen Yan understands, these people probably understand these truths too.

Wen Yan initially intended to ask some questions, but now he doesn't want to.

"There's definitely a big pit here. I'm not offering you a choice; I'm notifying you.

If this thing swept me in, don't blame me for meddling.

I want to see, with me here, what ghostly thing can kill you in front of me."

Wen Yan slaps Brother Ye unconscious, then pulls out an offering, stuffs it into his mouth, pinches his throat to make him swallow it.

Then he lifts him with one hand, performing the Heavenly Gang Eight Trigrams Steps, appearing strange in movement but with speed like a hundred meters sprint, quickly leaving the villagers behind.

"Urgency demands action, I'm taking him, later you can call Big Sister Ye directly."

By the time the villagers heard this voice drifting away, Wen Yan's silhouette had already vanished into the wilderness.

Following Feng Wei's coordinates, Wen Yan headed straight for the desolate tomb.

Wherever someone had lived, the nearest place would likely be a desolate tomb, or a place that once was a grave.

Wen Yan carrying Brother Ye, who emitted black energy all over, quickly arrived at the location.

Feng Wei couldn't discern much, but where Feng Wei was inseparable from Tong Si, Tong Si, unsurprisingly, opened her grim-eyed vision and immediately saw the problem.

Tong Si, in a panic, pulled Feng Wei back.

"Brother, why are you carrying this person? It's like he's cursed by some powerful being."

"No need for 'like,' he is cursed. What can you see?"

"I can see the power on him is about to crush him."

"Anything else?"

"No, it's too deep, this power keeps growing stronger."

"Then let's go quickly."