Three Thousand Living Coffins

The Nether Shadow Leopards made no sound.

Ten pitch-black afterimages scattered into the streets and alleys of Slaughter City. Su Chen leaned against a cold anvil as ten streams of consciousness spread through his mind like a web.

The owner of a general store in the Blood Alley district was mechanically moving wooden crates.

His movements were unnaturally smooth. Every stride remained precisely twenty-seven centimeters, and within two hours, the overlap in his route was nearly one hundred percent.

The fat guard at the entrance to the arena gave change with the same arc every time, as though measured with a ruler.

The dealer in the gambling house shuffled cards with fingertips rubbing at a frequency as steady as a pendulum.

Su Chen opened his eyes, a trace of chill flashing through their depths.

"Linglong, look at that general store owner."

Ye Linglong's crimson pupils narrowed slightly as the mental tendrils of her Annihilation Demon Eyes instantly stretched across a hundred meters.

Three seconds later, she suddenly covered her mouth and nose, her stomach churning violently.

"His consciousness... isn't dead yet."

Ye Linglong's voice trembled.

"It's being crushed in the deepest part of his brain, like a flattened bug, watching helplessly as his own body has moved goods for three years."

"He can feel the cold of bone needles piercing his brain, and he can hear his neighbors laughing, but he can't even blink."

Inside the blacksmith shop, the furnace fire erupted with a sharp crack.

The sizzling piece of roasted meat in Jiang Tieyi's hand stopped before reaching his mouth.

Grease dripped through his fingers onto the scorching coals, releasing a burnt smell.

Ling Shuang hid her hand in her sleeve, but her fingertips trembled violently.

Chu Yao clenched her left wrist tightly with her right hand, crescent-shaped bloody