Elsewhere, Diao Chan was riding over on horseback... no, Weasel and Mu Xingchen were walking over.
The two wound this way and that, circling around on higher ground as though performing a shamanic dance.
Before long, they had made the viewers watching this camera dizzy.
[Thanks, I was only watching the stream because I couldn't sleep, and now all this circling has made me drowsy. Good night, Makka Pakka.]
[+1, I'm going to sleep too.]
[Investigating the Strange's streams really do cover everything. Now they've even added a bedtime segment.]
[Uh... that's fine, anyway. The fighting over there is at a stalemate. These two would just get slaughtered if they went, so they're better off staying somewhere safer.]
[Can they really stay safe? Little Mu's luck seems pretty average.]
The prophetic viewer had barely finished speaking when a deathly pale Water Corpse stuck part of an arm out from behind a tree in the rain. Its nails were long and black, sharp enough to seemingly disembowel someone with ease.
Mu Xingchen and Weasel stopped short together and looked at each other, their faces filled with terror.
"Aaaaaaaaah!"
[Well, there it is. Speak of the devil.]
[What are they supposed to do now?]
[This corpse seems different from the others. That kid isn't controlling it, and its nails are longer than all the other Water Corpses'. You can tell it's stronger just by looking.]
[Heeeelp, aaaaaah!]
Mu Xingchen pulled the Gourd from his waist and thought fearfully, This Gourd can capture ghosts. I wonder whether it works on corpses like this that have no souls.
He raised the Gourd while Weasel clung to him and pulled him backward. The camera began to shake, thoroughly exposing his bluff.
Of course, Mu Xingchen couldn't outrun a Water Corpse that was far higher in