Ding-dong—
Ding-ding-dong—
Ding-dong—
The sound of bells came from across the creek, carried by the wind. It drew closer and closer.
Before long, several drenched figures appeared across the Wooden Bridge, moving hurriedly. As they ran forward, they kept glancing behind them from time to time.
It was as if something terrifying was chasing them.
The bells came from the person at the front.
He carried a handbell, shaking it every few steps. Its sound was crisp and melodious, sending out faint ripples that enveloped the group.
A Supernatural Item!
And one that isolated their auras.
They had probably encountered some enemy and were fleeing while doing their best to guard against being tracked.
Unfortunately.
Jiang Qiao glanced behind them.
He shook his head.
The group soon crossed the Wooden Bridge. They froze when they saw the Wooden House, but still pushed open the door and entered.
"Cough, cough... cough..."
"It shouldn't have caught up with us. That was close... So close..."
After rushing through the door,
they quickly scanned the interior.
However, neither Jiang Qiao, who was sitting in an armchair, nor Wang Kui, who stood in the corner, revealed himself.
The group assumed that the house was empty.
They breathed a sigh of relief.
They placed a man they had been carrying on the ground.
"How is Xiao Qi's injury?"
"The curse is still spreading. The medicine he took earlier had some effect, but it can only delay it. It can't remove the curse."
"What do we do, then?"
Jiang Qiao watched the somewhat bedraggled men and women.
They were all low-level Awakened.
None of them exceeded the Fourth Order.
Judging from their expressions and movements, their temperament, and their conversation, they were probably survivors carrying out a mission. Only survivors would care about their companions' injuries and