Mountain Rain (1)

Though it was a good thing that his junior brother was safe, Shen Yuxi swept his gaze over the corpses strewn across the ground, and a murmur of doubt rose in his heart as he sank into deep suspicion.

"Strange. Did they split the loot unevenly and start killing each other? There wasn't anything like this in the original work either."

Shen Yuxi frowned tightly, his gaze like a fine-meshed sieve as it slowly swept over corpse after corpse, missing no detail as he tried to seize upon some clue in this ghastly scene that could unravel the mystery.

Yet before his eyes lay nothing but tangled corpses and pools of long-congealed, darkened blood. There were no other obvious traces that could explain this sudden turn of events.

Judging from every sign at the scene, these people had clearly died in an internal struggle. The only thing that could be called strange was the expressions on their faces. Every face was filled with terror, as though they had seen something before death that was utterly horrifying enough to overturn everything they knew.

"...Were they hit by an illusion? Did they see their companions as enemies?" Shen Yuxi pondered it over and over, yet could not make heads or tails of it. In the end, he simply stopped dwelling on it.

By now, there were already far too many differences from the original work. There was no point in fussing over them any longer.

As Shen Yuxi lamented the terrifying wonder of the butterfly effect—how a seemingly tiny change could turn the entire situation into such a tangled mess—he began arranging to take the children home.

Fortunately, he had a flying treasure artifact tucked away on him, one he had gone through great trouble to buy on installments. Otherwise, faced with