Wood Who Ate Living Beings

Gloomy mist lashed against Li Ziran, stirring up waves of chill that slowly spread to either side. Before long, dense fog filled in behind the two of them again. Within this boundless mist, only faint flames flickered, like predators lying in wait through the dark night.

Cavis waded through the fog and strode forward. Li Ziran hurriedly followed, and soon the two vanished into the mist.

If the other man took a few more steps, Li Ziran would lose sight of him. He had no desire to get lost in the thick fog.

Li Ziran knew very well that the flickering red points in the mist were clearly the Ghostling from before.

At that moment, the scene from the Thorn Cross still replayed in his mind. Even now, he had not seen what kind of living being had been bound to that cross.

Those memories that had suddenly surfaced were like needle points stabbing into his mind.

Yet when he saw Cavis's broad back, a trace of guilt rose from the depths of his heart. Unless driven into a corner, he truly did not want to break his promise.

But the other man's silence had completely exceeded his expectations.

Cavis moved swiftly, forcing Li Ziran to run after him. Fortunately, this was flat ground; beneath the thick fog were no rocks or potholes.

After passing through a bank of mist, they stopped before a wine barrel as thick around as half a man.

The upper half of the barrel seemed to have completely rotted away, leaving only the lower half. Its rim was pitted and jagged, like wild grass left untended for years.

Inside the barrel lay something like Pigman dung, streaked with red and yellow. It bobbed in the liquid, carrying a foul stench.

A thornwood cross stood amid