This time, far more than Xu Chan's twenty minutes had elapsed.
The supernatural incident in this area took even more time and effort. By the time it was truly Hou Guisheng's head's turn, forty minutes had passed.
The Dark Green Space had now become a horrifying "Head-Gourd Field."
Cracks thrust into the ground like seedlings covered every inch of the floor. The cracks spreading from one gourd seedling joined those of another, forming an impenetrable network.
The shattered heads resembled hacked-apart watermelons. Only their centers remained pinned to the ground by iron spikes, while the rest of their tissue lay scattered across the cracks.
For some reason, however, there was no blood. The instant it appeared, it vanished.
That bizarre, eerie idea had lingered in Hou Guisheng's mind for a very long time. He had watched how every head was handled.
Even now, his eyes remained firmly fixed on the latest headless Ruru, watching as she planted a head and left in disappointment.
"Plant gourds... reap gourds..."
But uncovering the truth was no longer the most urgent matter, because he saw his own body, motionless for so long, finally begin to move.
It was finally coming.
If the heads on the Stone Pillar were gourds growing on a trellis, then his head, growing on that same trellis, could not escape the fate of being planted in the ground either.
The planter was his own headless body.
The strangeness had persisted from beginning to end. The candle his headless self had been clutching was, incredibly, still burning.
The scent and candlelight—the Sin Object's two effects—clearly permeated the entire space. That meant the Sin Object was operating normally.
Yet throughout all the horrifying, supernatural events of the past forty minutes, it had done absolutely nothing.
Moreover, he could see a scorched yellow