An Anomaly Appears in the Mass Burial Ground

"You must have guessed it long ago. Why didn't you make a move until now?" Du Man raised her face, which gradually took on a charred black hue. The stench of burnt corpses filled the air.

"Because I couldn't be sure. As long as I believed there was even a one-percent chance that you were human, I was willing to believe in your identities." Gan Qingyi's expression was resolute. This was her conviction, and the way she lived.

Her Heaven Gate Acupoint trembled as Essence gathered in the short sword in her palm. "Now, there is only one thing I can do for you."

The short sword sliced across Pang Zhuan's throat. She then raised her leg and kicked away Xinxin, who charged at her with a face full of rotting flesh, no longer retaining even a trace of her former beauty.

"That is to grant you true rest, so your souls will no longer be toyed with by the Aberrant Plant!"

The four of them looked terrifying, but in truth, they could not even touch the hem of Gan Qingyi's clothes. Compared to when they were alive, aside from gaining somewhat more frightening appearances, they had barely improved at all.

Gan Qingyi also understood why the Specter Detection Talisman had shown no reaction to the four of them. It detected specters—how could it detect something that had not even reached the level of a specter?

Her Essence-conjured short sword slashed down repeatedly. The last male university student fell with a pained howl, and moments later, turned into a pile of black ash that scattered on the wind.

Sheathed her sword, Gan Qingyi looked up toward the mountain path. At some point, the Anomaly had reappeared on that trail, standing silently there as they faced one another.

"I don't know