Land of Grave Evil and Cursed Lifeforms

After Locke and the others' carriage convoy had moved far away from the black wooden carving with a human face they had encountered, the carving in the mud mechanically began speaking again. "Choose one person out of ten to die. Out of ten... one dies. Eleven-Draw Killing Curse..."

At the same time, many shadows appeared around the black relief.

All of those shadows looked human, yet none of them had ever been alive.

One shadow monster picked up the wooden carving from the ground. They had secretly placed this cursed object along the carriage convoy's inevitable route. Any response to it marked the beginning of the curse.

The shadow monsters gathered around the spot and began discussing matters.

"Let's not follow that convoy anymore. Don't know why, but I suddenly find them unpleasant. They smell disgusting..."

"Who are they?"

"That has nothing to do with us. We Cursed Lifeforms are enemies of those wizards and every mortal on this land."

"Let's choose another mortal family. Put this wooden carving inside, and we might gain more of our kind... Hehehehe..."

"One day, we'll wipe out all wizards and mortals."

Inside the carriage, Locke glanced back at the place where demons had gathered. Under the dusk sky, countless shadow monsters crowded together there.

What a grand curse festival.

This land was probably filled with such Cursed Lifeforms.

Locke hadn't studied them in depth, nor had he read much related literature, but he knew that these Cursed Lifeforms were likely formed from the entanglement and condensation of the land's curse energy, vast amounts of deathly energy, and resentment.

In other words, any living being that died on this sinister land might become a Cursed Lifeform after death.

"The wizards of the Blood Curse Court are using them to cultivate gu," Albert's voice