All things grew.
On the towering trees, the skinless human heads wept tears of blood. Their mouths hung open, revealing the hollowness between their throats and necks. The hollows let out whimpering sounds in the wind, as if wailing in grief, yet the heads wore manic smiles. Their laughter and sobbing blended together, making one's scalp crawl.
A colossal wave of blood surged over from ahead, filled with a strong, fishy stench and the reek of decay. The tide swept over the heads atop the treetops, adding a rosy glow to their already-dried faces.
The enormous Great Serpent in the sky came toward Lu Ban's position. Thick, foul-smelling slime coated its body. Riding atop the sea of blood, it fanned the waves, causing the tide to gradually block out the Crimson Sun in the sky and cover everything within Lu Ban's field of vision.
"This is the disturbance we brought with us."
Old Song remained unhurried. He put away his flashlight, then pulled a Pistol-shaped Prop from the backpack behind him.
"Pollution tends to spread toward areas that haven't yet been polluted. Our appearance here created an area with an extremely low concentration of pollution, so the pollution naturally spread toward us."
The Pistol-shaped Prop had neither a trigger nor a muzzle. It seemed to be nothing more than a piece of silver metal shaped like a pistol. Holding it in his hand, Old Song raised it and aimed at the monsters surging toward them.
The next moment, although he made no motion to pull a trigger, Lu Ban felt as though he heard a gunshot.
A hole suddenly appeared in the overwhelming tide of monsters, as if it had been forcibly torn open by some invisible force. Countless masses of flesh turned to powder and scattered into the void.