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"": "The Observer killing someone was one problem; the changes in his own body were another.
The cause of the former was unknown, and the nature of the latter was equally unclear. It felt as though a stone weighed on Luo Bin's heart, making even his breathing falter.
"We still don't know whether Feng Liang came into contact with something and provoked the Observer. In any case, after dark, none of us can leave anyone else's sight." Feng Qiang's expression was utterly grave.
Everyone fell silent.
Afterward, they threw "Feng Liang's" corpse-the Observer wearing his skin-farther away.
Someone noticed movement below them. Feng Qiang signaled for everyone to hold their breath and keep quiet, then led them onward.
Clearly, the flayed corpse had attracted evil spirits. With the Observer dead as well, this place was no longer safe.
They walked until daybreak before stopping.
Daybreak on Floating Tortoise Mountain merely meant a little gray light entering the oppressively dark sky. The clouds blanketing the heavens gave the entire world a stifling atmosphere.
Every so often, Luo Bin glanced at his left little finger and ring finger. They kept trembling faintly, as though invisible strings were tugging at them.
Some inexplicable pull seemed to draw him toward a certain direction!
That instinct had been powerful in the middle of the night. Luo Bin had needed all his concentration to resist it and avoid leaving the group. Daylight made it slightly easier.
Everyone was dispirited. Between the death and their lack of rest, they all looked listless.
Feng Qiang finally called another halt to rest.
They gathered in a circle, all utterly silent.
Although it was daylight now, anyone who needed to relieve themselves did so nearby, without leaving the others' sight.
They traveled for two days. Nothing