Chapter 788

This nightmare from another realm was extraordinarily real. Even now, I couldn't find a single flaw in it. It was as though it were a real world...

Lin Chen swept his gaze over the surroundings, his expression somewhat grave.

Even he could no longer tell whether he was dreaming or had been transported to another world.

But now was not the time to think about that, because danger had already arrived.

The fog around them grew thicker, while the cold, sinister wind continued to howl, sending chills crawling up everyone's spine.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, not far behind them, an ancient sedan chair painted red like those of a Mortal Dynasty flickered in and out of sight within the mist.

The red paint on the sedan chair resembled dried blood, carrying an eerie, inauspicious air and giving off a fetid smell that made one want to vomit, as if every drop of paint had been refined from the bodies of countless people who had died miserable deaths.

Pale-white lanterns hung from the four corners of the sedan chair, swaying unsteadily in the fog. Blood-red light shone through the faint bloody handprints staining the lanterns, creating an indescribably demonic sight.

Four hunched men with deathly gray faces carried the sedan chair.

They wore traditional shouyi that did not fit them, hanging loose and baggy over their bodies. The garments were dark and dull, with a large [Longevity] character written squarely in the middle.

Rather than people, they looked more like rotting corpses that had crawled out of graves.

Their movements were stiff and mechanical. There was not a trace of life in their eyes, only hollow darkness, as though their souls had long since been stripped away, leaving behind nothing but decayed shells of walking corpses under someone else's control.

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