Head after head had been stacked together. This was what his superior had meant earlier by telling him to stop fiddling with his severed heads.
These heads sat on shelves like books.
Inside the shabby little Taoist temple, with no internet, running water, or electricity, opening it up revealed an entirely different scene.
There were two "people" here.
Though they could hardly be called "people."
They looked like pigment a painter had mixed into a bucket of latex paint while decorating.
They had a strange, viscous quality.
"Human figures" blended into shape.
Behind them stretched a vast, boundless "plain."
But deep within that "plain," everything was a bizarre shade of black.
The ground was covered in coarse grit, too.
It resembled the Gobi Desert. There seemed to be Shi mountains in the distance, but they were indistinct.
Like badly rendered textures. Teacher Xun walked in through the doorway and smiled as though seeing these beings for the first time. "You really don't look human at all.
Just filthy things, nothing more."
Before these viscous monsters could attack, Teacher Xun had already moved!
He raised his blade and struck!
His will surged like waves.
Just two watchdogs!
Teacher Xun casually cut down the two monsters and walked into the wilderness inside the Taoist temple. But this wilderness was not what concerned him.
His ambitions were greater.
The true terror still lay within!
"Most people have gone to the rocky mountain. That place is just bait, for Xiao Lin and for you as well. It's an obvious ploy to lure the tiger away from its mountain. Unfortunately, you couldn't risk ignoring it either. You must have made preparations."
Teacher Xun murmured to himself.
He walked into the wilderness.
He caught a very familiar scent.
A stale, decaying smell.
This ought to have