"That's right, there is indeed something inside!"
Liu Degui, with a serious expression, said solemnly, "If we really turn that place into a tourist attraction, it is certain to bring disaster to Wanmin Village, and I will never agree!"
"Xiaoshuai, have you forgotten how Wang Dashan died?"
Wang Xiaoshuai knew about Qingfeng Valley; there was indeed something lurking there.
It was said that anyone who went there met with an accident and died, including some bold hunters who weren't afraid of dying, and also the former Wang Dashan had ventured in, but ultimately he too perished.
Many elders in the village said that inside were numerous lost souls and wandering ghosts, and whoever entered, no matter what, would not live long. This had almost become an insoluble riddle of death.
Back when Wang Dashan was alive, he didn't believe in such nonsense and went into the valley to gather herbs almost every month, for many years in a row.