Suddenly, an eerie sound rang out from one of the houses.
A figure emerged from that house and swiftly headed toward a certain part of the village.
Li Qing had already been watching outside. His eyes lit up at the sight, and he hurried after it.
But in the darkness, he still failed to track the figure.
He only noticed that the direction in which it vanished seemed to be where the shrine was.
He arrived at the shrine. It was not large, only about three zhang across.
After circling around it, he spotted an ancient well behind the shrine.
According to the Jade Tablet's information, there was something wrong with this ancient well.
He strode over and looked inside. The well was dry!
Shaking his head slightly, he turned and went to that household.
The household the strange figure had left.
Knock, knock, knock.
He quietly knocked on the front door, the sound slightly piercing in the dead of night.
But no one inside answered him, and Li Qing could not help but frown.
He forcefully pushed open the door. Before him lay a pitch-black room.
Frowning, he entered the room and quickly discovered the problem.
A man lay quietly on a dilapidated bed, his eyes lightly closed and his face expressionless.
He looked as though he were merely asleep.
Li Qing walked over with a frown, then gently checked the man's breath.
His body was ice-cold, and there was no breath at all. He had already been dead for some time.
Frowning, Li Qing turned and left. "It seems this is also a world caught in an endless cycle."
Many logical anomalous phenomena shared one trait: they would endlessly replay events that had occurred during a certain period of time.
Those who had died during that period would