Upon arriving at the village's back mountain, you notice a faint grayish-white Death Qi lingering in the air. You realize that this area is already within the domain of the Cursed Land. Yet, just moments ago, a patron at the theater claimed he was fishing here a few days ago and saw an old man with white hair and beard playing chess with someone in a grass hut.

Something feels off to you. After all, this is the Cursed Land—who in their right mind would fish here?

...

After walking for a few more minutes, you suddenly find yourself enveloped in a thick fog, reducing visibility to less than five meters. Truth be told, with your Supreme Golden Bones, you can see clearly even from a thousand meters away. This fog shouldn't be able to obscure your vision... You sense something unusual and decide to turn back.