C144 You're Looking for Your Own Death

A remote village.

The moonlight was like water, and the stars were shining on the ground. The whole village seemed very quiet.

Tap - Tap - Tap - Tap, tap, tap -

A footstep approached from afar.

Aunt Zhang, who was carrying a bamboo basket, quickly walked toward the soil embryo house in the southernmost part of the village.

That house was unoccupied, and it was almost collapsing. However