Chapter 106 Star Chasing Journey (26)
As expected, the situation quickly took a turn for the worse.
It all started with the shrill music echoing from within the black mist.
"Why is it this again? It's haunting us!" Yu Jinling exclaimed, covering her ears.
After what just happened, they were already filled with dread.
"Looks like everyone thinks aliens like listening to music," Lu Junan joked, earning glares from the others.
They had initially avoided the music, walking in the opposite direction. However, the music reappeared in front of them, growing closer and closer.
A group of blurry figures slowly emerged from the mist.
"What's going on? Is it really haunting us?" Yu Jinling started to panic.
If even she was scared, the remaining five Mortal group members, who had no cultivation, were even more terrified. Not even Chen Shanyuan's Clear Heart Bell could suppress their wild thoughts.
The old woodcutter was the first to break down.
He was already old, and after months of torment, his mind was already in tatters.
"There's no escaping it, there's definitely no escaping it," the old woodcutter muttered to himself repeatedly.
As tears and snot streamed down his face, his body gradually hunched over, his back becoming more and more curved, as if something was rising from his back.
Seeing the situation was dire, Liu Sheng quickly bound the old woodcutter with her tentacles. However, just as she wrapped him up, the clothes on his back were torn by the increasingly swollen bulge, and the old woodcutter's head emerged from the torn area, but with a cunning expression, completely different from the honest and timid face he usually presented.
Once a weird object is formed, it cannot be reversed.
Liu Sheng could only forcefully pinch off both of the old woodcutter's heads and then throw them into the black mist.
However, it wasn't just him; the other Mortals also began to change.
Wen Weilan shook her head and said, "Give up. In countless spaces, they all became weird objects sooner or later."
Then, with a single sword strike, she ended the life of the young man who had just transformed into a weird object, kicking his tattered body out of the circle.
Meanwhile, Yu Jinling, in a daze, had a piece of flesh torn from her neck by a weird object transformed from an old woman. Her main artery ruptured, and blood gushed out.
Lu Junan was also being tormented by the music, his mind unclear, his expression fluctuating between fear and a strange smile.
Chen Shanyuan poured Spiritual Qi into the Clear Heart Bell, but it could only slow down their transformation into weird objects. Finally, he, along with Old Wang and Kuang Bowen, eliminated the remaining weird objects.
The situation was extremely chaotic at this point, with bloodstains and severed limbs everywhere.
Yu Jinling, having lost too much blood, fell into a coma, and Wen Weilan was helping her stop the bleeding.
Song Ru and Lu Junan were on the verge of transformation, and Liu Sheng was watching over them with her tentacles.
In this chaos, the music grew closer and closer; they could even see the band playing instruments while carrying a coffin.
The terrifying aura from within the coffin drew nearer, devouring everyone's will.
Even greyish-white flakes floated in the air, falling like snow on their heads and bodies.
Liu Sheng rubbed some, and it felt like ash.
Ashes?
"Run!" Chen Shanyuan roared.
This time, everyone knew they had to get away, even without Wen Weilan's reminder.
However, on the other side, the black mist surged open a path, revealing dozens of figures clustered around a moving mountain-like shadow.
As the mountain-like shadow drew closer, they realized it was a writhing mountain of flesh, with countless eyeballs, still with fleshy tendrils, floating and sinking on its surface, staring at everyone.
And the villagers surrounding the eyeball mountain had only two black holes where their eyes should be, with blood and tears streaming down their faces.
All of this inexplicably captured everyone's gaze; staring at it for too long felt as if their own eyeballs were being pulled out.
"Don't look!"
"Don't look!"
Everyone reminded each other.
At this moment, another weird object appeared from a different direction.
It was a giant stone statue, but its exterior was covered in layers of flesh, like a kasaya.
There was no summoner beside it, and something was writhing under the "kasaya," seemingly chewing something.
Three sides were under attack, with only one side left.
They could only break through from that direction.
So Chen Shanyuan charged first.
He charged too fast; no one could stop him.
Then he was silently devoured by a weird object that had been ambushed and waiting in the black mist.
By the time Liu Sheng and the others arrived, they could only see the weird object, which resembled a small mountain softly piled on the ground, a large mass of wrinkled flesh strips, making extremely pleasurable sucking sounds.
"What is this?" Old Wang said, trembling, unable to grieve for his old friend's death in the face of this thing.
"A brain," Kuang Bowen murmured to himself.
He inexplicably recalled the question Chen Shanyuan had answered when they first got into the car.
"Because I feel my mind is empty, and I want to learn knowledge."
Is this now, "like cures like"?
He suddenly felt a chill.
This chill was not only in his heart but also on his neck.
Then he suddenly flew up, higher and higher, seeing a headless body slowly falling below.
Yu Jinling's head was bent backward, staring at him with a strange posture.
In her hand, she held a giant blade wreathed in Guai Qi, with blood dripping from its edge.
This girl became a weird object and is actually so strong?
Who was so unlucky to be killed by this girl? Even their protective shield was directly torn apart.
Oh, it was me.
...
Within the black mist, Liu Sheng, Wen Weilan, and Old Wang, who had lost an arm, sat on the ground, panting, enjoying this moment of tranquility.
Song Ru and Lu Junan, who were wrapped by Liu Sheng, had their weird transformation process slow down, and they seemed to be slowly regaining their senses.
Oh, right, Liu Sheng also had to comfort the Doll Tree, who was sulking after losing a leaf.
Fortunately, the Doll Tree was easy to coax; it immediately forgot the fact that the branches on its head were bare again after eating the osmanthus cake Liu Sheng offered.
However, in Liu Sheng's memory, the Doll Tree's branches had been leafless since it came out of the basement.
It seemed that ever since the stars aligned, a leaf had grown on its branches.
And it just so happened to come in handy.
If it weren't for this leaf, they wouldn't have been able to escape the weird object encirclement by "one leaf obscuring the eye."
But they also had no joy of surviving; their losses were simply too great.
Moreover, all of this was not over.
Not to mention that this weird mist was boundless and they couldn't find an exit.
Furthermore, the weird objects within were endless, and their power levels varied greatly.
They were just lucky at the beginning to encounter newly born weird objects, which allowed them to successfully defeat and contain them. This also led to their extreme optimism.
Liu Sheng looked up into the depths of the starry river.
She must survive until the stars align!
Then her gaze intertwined with Wen Weilan's, and they confirmed something in each other's eyes.
Wen Weilan took out an iron pot and silently placed it on her head.
Liu Sheng also put on an iron pot and asked doubtfully, "Does this really work?"
"Anyway, you succeeded. This was your idea."
Wen Weilan emphasized, providing a disclaimer for this absurd idea.
Old Wang, who was beside them, completely bewildered, flicked the iron pot on Liu Sheng's head, making a clanging sound.
He asked curiously, "I've seen some crazy people in Cosmic Village wear them like this, but what are you two doing?"
Liu Sheng stood up: "I'm going to save your old drinking buddy."
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