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“Wuwu~ Wuwu~”
The wind in the graveyard grew stronger, and the chilling rain lashed against his exposed skin, a cold breath seemingly clinging to him that he couldn't shake off.
“Gekekeke~”
Suddenly, a sharp laugh echoed behind Xuan Mo, as if something amusing had occurred. He even felt a pair of icy hands resting on his shoulder.
This time, he did not turn around immediately. Instead, he slightly tilted his head and glanced at his shoulder, only to see a pair of pale hands with some bluish-black corpse spots resting on him, emanating a foul stench.
“Thud.”
He slowly shifted his body back a bit and finally saw what was behind him.
It was short, just reaching his shoulder, dressed in a bright red dress draped over its withered, pale body. Strands of hair obscured its face, making it impossible to see clearly, revealing only a narrow gap that showed its mouth.
For some reason, its lips were painted with bright red lipstick, but it was applied messily, smudged at the corners, creating an eerie appearance. To make matters worse, it seemed to be smiling, fully exposing its blackened teeth.
“Bang.”
He turned around and threw a punch, but it struck nothing but air. It was as if everything that had just happened was an illusion; there was no one behind him at all. Yet the bloody handprint on his shoulder constantly reminded him that what he saw was real.
He had already endured enough monsters in this apocalypse; now even these scientifically implausible ghosts had appeared? Humanity truly had no hope left.
He looked around; everything seemed normal as usual. Rubbing his temples in frustration, he opened his eyes again and found himself back at the Coffin Board position. He froze for a moment and looked around.
In previous loops, he had been walking in circles and returning repeatedly to this spot. But this time he hadn't moved at all; he should have been by the tombstone. How did he end up back here?
He frowned, suddenly recalling something as he glanced at the watch on his wrist.
"4:50"
No, I entered the base at 4:21, arrived here at 4:43, and have been wandering for at least three hours. How could it only be half an hour?
He looked around, squinting.
Were those tombstones closer to him? At first, he could barely see the tombstones, but now he could almost clearly count how many there were. What would happen if those tombstones came right in front of him?
He pondered for a moment and suddenly turned around. This time, he finally faced the "female ghost."
"Bang!"
Hundreds of wind blades reflected a dazzling light, all shooting towards the female ghost. However, in that instant, he saw the corners of her mouth lift into a grin that nearly reached her ears. Then, under Xuan Mo's unblinking gaze, she vanished along with those hundreds of wind blades.
"Damn!"
Xuan Mo quickly walked to where the female ghost had been standing, but there was nothing—no trace of the foul smell he had sensed earlier, as if nothing had ever been there.
"Whoosh~"
A sound sliced through the air behind him. Xuan Mo dodged swiftly and widened his eyes in surprise upon seeing the attack—it was his own wind blade.
"Thud."
He knelt on one knee, staring in disbelief at the wound on his abdomen, his pupils constricting.
He had clearly dodged that attack. Why did it suddenly disappear from his sight, and in an instant, he was pierced?
He looked at the blood flowing on the ground and the footprints a meter away from the blood, a thought suddenly appearing in his mind, but he still couldn't be sure.
"Cough."
He coughed up a mouthful of blood, gasping for breath as if all his strength had been drained away.
Struggling to hold up his weak body, he glanced around; only that oddly shaped tree remained in its original position, neither too far nor too close. The black crow above, however, no longer looked lifeless; its eyes seemed to have gained some vitality.
Xuan Mo had no energy left to waste. After taking a few steps forward, he stopped and looked back at the Coffin Board not far behind him. He didn't go to the tombstone but stood there watching the clock, counting in his mind. When he reached 3000, the minute hand on the clock finally moved.
He took a deep breath and looked to his left. Sure enough, the Coffin Board with the words "Unmarked Graveyard" stood quietly beside him, as if gazing back at him.
The tombstone was now closer; this time, he could even vaguely see the name on it—Xuan Mo.
"Well, this is amusing."
Xuan Mo silently observed the scene before him, a wry smile appearing on his lips. It seemed he had hit the jackpot; this was not some illusion but rather the territory of the legendary Creator.
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