These people seemed unable to see anyone but themselves. They simply walked slowly through the river. Most of them looked mentally unwell, especially the ordinary people, who staggered as if they might collapse at any moment.
In fact, some people did collapse. The river wasn't deep, but they never stood up again. After their bodies had soaked in the water for a while, they turned to powder and disappeared with the current.
They were the dead.
Some of the living recognized the Star River, while others didn't. When their bodies and minds were utterly exhausted, ordinary people wouldn't have much interest in the fluorescent light beneath their feet. Those who didn't recognize the Star River simply walked forward in a daze, occasionally stopping to drink from the river.
But those who recognized the Star River were different. They reached into the water to scoop up the glowing lights, then poured them into their mouths or over their bodies. Clearly, they knew the legend of Midsummer Night Star River and had heard that those who saw it could not only recover from the brink of death, but also have every fungus on their bodies completely removed.
Xu Huo walked along with the crowd, watching their actions. Several people who scooped up river water and poured it over themselves died in a state of extreme excitement, eventually becoming part of the flowing water.
His brow furrowed slightly. What was this supposed to mean?
After walking a little farther, someone from Brown Skin City just ahead of him suddenly fell back into the water. The man was tall, and the water reached only to his knees—not enough to cover his mouth or nose. He sat there in the river, staring at the water ahead as if completely drained of strength.
Xu Huo passed