This left Wu Feng's mind in a complete fog. Even when he lay in bed, he felt the same way.
Still, Wu Feng split off an avatar and had it search all around the small village atop the mountain.
After searching for half the night, Wu Feng discovered something strange.
The entire small village had only a dozen or so houses, yet there was only this one family of three.
The other houses were completely silent.
After the small flying insects formed from Wu Feng's avatars entered those empty houses, they found that everything was spotless. It was obvious that someone had been cleaning and taking care of them.
The kitchens were neat, and there were signs of recent use.
But there wasn't a single person inside any of the houses. It felt as if, aside from that family of three, all the other villagers had suddenly vanished one day—and that it had happened only within the past few days.
This sent a chill through Wu Feng's heart.
After midnight, Wu Feng suddenly opened his eyes and came out of the room. His face was as gray as dust, and his eyes stared blankly ahead. His movements were unnaturally stiff, like those of a puppet.
But this was still only Wu Feng's avatar.
Wu Feng's main body had already awakened. He had transformed into a flying insect and was hiding nearby, watching.
Wu Feng discovered that he was completely unable to control his avatar.
Then Wu Feng saw someone walk out of the master bedroom.
In the darkness, Wu Feng saw that this person was the man of the couple.
The man had a rough, fierce face. The warmth and hospitality in his eyes were gone, replaced by utter viciousness.
Those vicious eyes fixed themselves on Wu Feng's puppet-like avatar.