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Xuan Mo also realized that something was wrong here and quickly grabbed Liu You'er, saying, "You stay here, I'll go take a look."
Liu You'er glanced at him, then at the two children beside her, nodded, and watched Xuan Mo's retreating figure with a slight frown.
"Sister, is our base okay..."
Ziche looked anxiously at the place where she had grown up, feeling restless.
"Boom..."
A distant rumble of thunder echoed. Looking up, dark clouds had filled the sky without anyone noticing, and the earlier clear weather had long vanished. The wind howled, rustling the leaves around them.
The little girl seemed to feel insecure and had already crawled on all fours, baring her teeth and rushing toward the door, constantly crawling back and forth on the ground. Since she was close to Liu You'er, Liu You'er could clearly feel her trembling, a hint of worry appearing in her eyes.
As soon as Xuan Mo entered, he smelled a strong scent of blood and frowned.
After turning a corner, the once empty street suddenly transformed into a graveyard. Crows perched on the withered, strange branches, their blood-red eyes fixed on him. Turning around, he found that the path he had entered through had disappeared. A blood-stained Coffin Board was stuck in the ground, with the words "Unmarked Graveyard" carved prominently on it, as if watching him.
"What the... hell."
Xuan Mo maintained his charming demeanor, but inside he felt like a thousand horses were galloping. To be honest, he feared nothing in this world except for things related to "ghosts." Although he knew this was likely man-made—after all, Zombie wouldn't create such a scene—he still felt a chill of fear inside.
"Crash!"
A blade of wind struck down, shattering the Coffin Board into wood chips. He looked around and found nothing unusual; feeling somewhat helpless, he had initially thought something might trigger an attack.
Standing still was of no use, so he chose to muster all his energy and move forward. Only by using the Manipulator attack did he have a chance to see through the flaws.
He forced himself to observe carefully in this eerie environment filled with cold winds. All he could feel was terror and chill. The gravestone in front of the small mound had a blurry black-and-white photo stuck on it, making it hard to see the person's face, and the writing was also quite unclear.
"Tsk tsk tsk."
He straightened up and said to the air, "You're really weak; you can't even handle such details. It's truly embarrassing for a Spiritual System Ability user."
As soon as he finished speaking, he held his breath and focused on the movements of the wind and grass around him. However, apart from a crow cawing twice, there were no fluctuations in the air.
Well, it seemed that provoking didn't work at all.
He shook his head and continued walking, suddenly realizing something was off. He paused his steps and looked to the left.
"This gravestone..."
His heart skipped a beat as he looked at the Coffin Board that had just been shattered but was now intact. He quickly glanced around; the crow on the branch was still quietly watching him, but this time its gaze seemed to carry a hint of disdain.
He expressionlessly locked eyes with the crow for a moment before lowering his head. He quickened his pace, taking two steps for every three he normally would, and after nearly half an hour, he found himself back at the same spot where the Coffin Board was located, as if he were caught in a ghostly wall...
The same thing was true: the shattered Coffin Board remained whole.
He stood there quietly for a while, while the crow cawed even more cheerfully. With a gust of wind, he sent out a blade of wind, causing the crow to flap its wings and circle in the air before flying away.
"Ha~"
A sudden chill of wind blew past his ear, as if someone was whispering right beside him. Startled, he turned around and struck out with his palm, only to find nothing there.
"Impossible," he thought. The clear sensation told him this was obviously not an illusion. If it were a mental manipulator, they could only achieve such an effect through psychological suggestion, but he clearly had not been... suggested.
"Wait, are those tombstones getting closer?"
The apocalypse filled with zombies and various monsters was indeed terrifying, but this unknown fear was humanity's eternal nightmare. Even though he was strong, in such a bizarre scene, he couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
His demeanor shifted from nonchalant to serious as he began to search for the hiding place of the Puppet Master.
Based on experience, these Manipulators needed to see their own reactions, so they must be in a position where they could observe him. This meant they were not far away. As long as he found them, he would surely be able to deal with them.
Determined and surprisingly calm, he chose another path. To his surprise, he found himself leaving the area of the tombstones. But when he turned around, he froze in place.
Have you ever seen such a bizarre scene? You watch yourself move further and further away from a place, feeling slightly relaxed, only to turn back and find that the place is right in front of you.
Xuan Mo was experiencing just that. He had clearly seen those tombstones shrink until they were nearly invisible. Yet when he turned back, he found those tombstones right before him, as if mocking him.
"Damn it!"
Looking at the information on the tombstone, he couldn't help but curse.
There on the stone was a photo—of himself!
He quickly walked closer, his expression darkening as he looked again and again…
Finally, he had looked through all the densely packed tombstones.
"Bang!"
The tombstones instantly shattered into fragments. He coldly destroyed them all, and although he wanted to control himself, anyone would struggle to remain calm after seeing so many different ways of dying.
In the photos, each one was him, but with different appearances in death: drowned, burned, strangled, scared to death, bitten to death...
Finally, all the tombstones turned into rubble.
"Hah, hah."
He breathed heavily, unable to tell if it was from exhaustion or emotional turmoil.
He sat down on the ground mixed with a faint smell of blood, not caring about the dirt. Lowering his head to organize his thoughts took less than a second; however, when he looked up again, his expression froze.
Because the tombstones showed no signs of damage, and the photos still depicted him—only now, instead of being expressionless, he wore a bright smile that looked exceptionally eerie on those pale faces.
"Whoosh."
A cold breeze blew at the back of his neck. To be honest, he had gotten used to it; he didn't know how many times it had happened along the way. He casually touched his neck but felt a cold flesh-like sensation against his warm hand.
He suddenly jumped up and turned around. The space behind him was still empty, but that icy touch was unmistakable.
"Whimper~ whimper~."
Wind Sound grew louder, accompanied by a sound resembling a sob. With a thunderous boom, the already dim environment of the graveyard struggled but was ultimately swallowed by darkness. The branches were whipped by the strong wind, producing sharp sounds akin to screams from a horror movie.
"Pat, pat."
Xuan Mo suddenly felt something wet dripping onto his forehead. He slightly raised his head and was surprised to see that it had started to rain in the blood-red dark sky, but...
He touched his forehead and found it covered in a grim crimson.
"Huh."
It was raining.
*********
"It's raining..."
Liu You'er stood outside the door, looking at the base that appeared unchanged, feeling increasingly uneasy. The base was not large, and Xuan Mo had been inside for nearly half an hour; with his abilities, he should be fine. But why was it still so silent inside the base?
She hesitated for a moment outside the door but ultimately withdrew her extended foot.
Not far away was a dense forest, filled with countless Mutant Beasts and Evolved Beasts lurking menacingly. Whether leaving the two children at the entrance or bringing them inside, it was too dangerous...
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