"Is this all the survivors from the resort?"
Han Fei looked at the nine elderly people gathered at the entrance of the hot spring hotel, his brow furrowing tightly. He had hoped to utilize the strength of the village's youth, but it now seemed out of the question.
Touching the palms of the elderly, Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of the soul to peer into their hearts.
All the surviving elderly in the village were tormented by nightmares, their souls filled with regret, worry, and a fear of the Curse.
"They must not be lying." With the secret of touching the depths of the soul, Han Fei saw the true thoughts of the elderly, who were not colluding with the Dream; they were just a group of pitiable victims.
If the Dream planned to refine a medicine from numerous lives and years, then these elderly, already with one foot in the coffin, were merely the dregs, outside the Dream's consideration.
