Ye Wan had seen poppies of various colors.
Red ones.
White ones.
Pink ones.
Yellow ones.
But this was the first time she had seen black poppies.
At first, she thought she was imagining things because she had too many bad associations in her mind.
But when Lu Changchuan spoke, Ye Wan knew she wasn't mistaken.
The two exchanged a glance and quickened their pace forward.
In just over ten minutes, they reached the patch of black poppies.
When Ye Wan first stepped into this mountain, she realized it was more desolate than Wufeng Mountain.
In Wufeng Mountain, you could still see traces of hunters, and occasionally spot some abandoned traps.
But this mountain, with grasses taller than people and eerie winds, showed no sign of human presence.
Yet the poppies here were neatly arranged and in full bloom, as if someone had tended them with care.
It was both contradictory and eerie.
"Wanwan..."
