Ghost of Contemplation

09 Sub-Account had vanished without a trace, but Mu Shaoan and the others were in no hurry. They followed an ancient road paved with rammed yellow earth toward the front. In the roadside grass, they could vaguely make out half-broken stone tablets, one of which bore the words "Yangguan Path."

There were also dilapidated thatched pavilions, where two woodcutters who looked like father and son were resting. Yet when everyone turned their gaze toward them, the father-and-son woodcutters immediately looked away, seeming somewhat timid and afraid of these outsiders.

But everyone knew perfectly well that whether it was the Yangguan Path, the stone tablets, the thatched pavilion, or even those two woodcutters, all of them were anomalies. It was simply that the strength of their group was off the charts, so even the anomalies had become exceptionally friendly.

Even so, Mu Shaoan did not speed up as he led the way. He merely pointed at the sky. A black cloud hung there. It seemed no different from any other cloud, but in reality, it was also an anomaly—and a major one at that.

"The woodcutters' eyes are gray, the Yangguan Path is yellow, and that cloud is black. Everyone can use this to divide anomalies by strength. Of course, that's assuming we're qualified to see their true forms. Otherwise, this place wouldn't look so bright and sunny, with spring warmth and fragrant flowers. Oh, right—the sun here is an enormous anomaly as well. It's gold. I don't know how strong it is. I only know that this is a world that seems desperate, yet is actually governed by extremely strict rules. If we encounter living people next, I won't be surprised at all."

"A world like this has living people?"

Li Gouhai asked curiously. Any anomaly here, if brought outside,