(Fourth update...)
(I have to head out and won't be back until tonight, so I'm updating early. I hope to see everyone's strong support when I get back tonight...)
This was a small wooden house at the edge of the boundary.
Like Eientei in the Bamboo Forest of the Lost, it was an old-style Japanese house. It was not particularly large, only a little bigger than an ordinary home.
From the outside, aside from the living room, kitchen, and similar areas, the little wooden house could probably accommodate only four or five people, assuming each person had their own room.
Unlike Eientei, though, which looked ancient yet remained as pristine as new, as though untouched by time, this little wooden house at the edge of the boundary did not give off that feeling. Yet no one would ever mistake it for an ordinary house.
After all, no ordinary house would be surrounded by countless patches of darkness.
And within that endless expanse of darkness floated one grotesque eyeball after another.
Inside the little wooden house, in a Japanese-style tatami room, Wu Yan sat on a bedding roll laid directly on the floor. Before him sat a tray holding several dishes and a bowl of white rice. Like a patient, he was being cared for.
In truth, Wu Yan was indeed starving. Even though the food before him was simple, he had the urge to wolf it all down.
Yet Wu Yan did not touch the food on the tray for a long while, his face wearing an expression that could not remain calm.
The reason was simple. Two extremely intense gazes had been fixed on him from beside him, making him rather uncomfortable.
Taking a closer look, a figure sat beside the bedding, staring unblinkingly at Wu Yan.
She was