"Cock-a-doodle-doo~"
Before long, a clear rooster's crow rang out, and the sky grew brighter still.
In the hazy dawn, several grasshoppers flew in from afar and settled in the grass nearby.
Unknown birds flew over as well, chirping as they landed among the trees in the city. Seemingly finding nothing to eat, they flew away again.
"The insects and birds have returned. The uncanny has ended." Old Ape watched the birds disappear into the distance and spoke softly.
"My chicken!" Wu De identified the direction and immediately chased after it.
With the uncanny over, the result was clear mountains, beautiful waters, birdsong, and fragrant blossoms.
Even the wind blowing from the mountain stream was warm and gentle—if one ignored the faint scorched smell in the air.
After returning to camp, Qin He planned to stay for a few days and burn the Demonic Eyes first.
Thus, the group rested and recuperated.
With the uncanny gone, those who felt the change most were not the Journey to the West party, but the local "wild men."
When the uncanny had blanketed the land, everything had been deathly silent. There had been no birds, no beasts; the only thing that could sustain them was fish from the water.
Because fish made no sound.
Once the uncanny ended, the vast valley and Lin became livelier than ever before.
Birds, beasts, and insects they had never seen before filled the valley. There was even the piercing drone of cicadas.
After their terror and confusion passed, the wild men discovered the "uninvited guests" who had entered the valley. There were many people—so many that the decline of civilization had left them utterly unable to count how many.
A few days later, many cautious yet curious eyes appeared in the wild Lin around the camp.
"How