Chapter 722

Madison took out a talisman and placed it on Abby's body. Then, she bit her fingertip, letting a single drop of blood fall onto Abby's forehead. Abby's face had been deathly pale, but now, her emotions inexplicably settled. Her small hand clutched Madison's tightly. She opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out. "Don't worry. You'll be able to speak again someday." As Madison quietly reassured Abby, the village chief suddenly shouted, "We're here." Everyone looked up. Before them was a large, artificially flattened clearing over a thousand square feet in size. At the front of the clearing hung a massive landscape painting. It was the same landscape painting that had been hanging in the ancestral hall. The mountains in the painting were from Coningsby Village. The water was also from Coningsby Village. However, instead of evoking a sense of tranquility or awe, the painting weighed heavily on the heart. Just one glance at it made a person feel suff