Chapter 687

At the moment he rose with saber in hand, a pale yellow glow blanketed the entire area. The Same Breath Curse Soul Method unfolded, seeking the medium in the dark, tracing it back to its source and locking onto the origin completely.

But at that very moment, the scene before him underwent a terrifying change.

The area, which had originally been empty save for corpses covering the ground, suddenly filled with countless "people" in the blink of an eye.

There were men and women, demons and devils, young and old. Their entire bodies exuded the stench of decay. Some had bluish faces, like corpses left out for a long time; others had blackened faces, as though they were rotting, their skin continuously falling away.

All these varied beings shared one thing in common: a face had been branded onto each of their chests.

An empty, eerie face, weeping in sorrow. Within its two pupil-less eye sockets lay a sinister evil that made people shudder.

They were packed so densely they were beyond counting. They were not only branded upon corpses and emerging from the soil—even the surrounding trees, which resembled dried corpses, bore one eerie outline after another. Even the void rippled in layer upon layer of folds, forming the shapes of ghostly faces...

Even Lin Chen, after all he had experienced, felt his heart turn cold at this scene.

What in the world was this thing?

A Meme Curse that could contaminate life and stack itself through it?

The next moment, perhaps because the medium had been triggered and they sensed one another, every hollow eye socket in those crying faces turned toward him in unison. At that moment, dark-red blood tears flowed from the corners of their eyes.

In an instant, Lin Chen felt as though blood tears