Those with weaker wills answered outright.
The moment they answered, their souls were lured away.
They turned around, their movements as stiff as robots, and marched in lockstep into Bone City, step by step.
At first, everyone had been excitedly digging up bones.
No one noticed this happening.
By the time someone realized...
A third of the crowd was already gone.
Panic erupted like a plague.
Someone in the crowd suddenly began talking to himself, speaking to thin air with an eerie smile on his face.
Before the people beside him could react, he turned around and joined that stiff procession, heading deeper into Bone City.
"Don't answer!"
Someone shouted.
But it was too late.
That voice was everywhere.
It was in the bones.
It was in the air.
It was in everyone's shadow.
Without realizing it, more people answered the whispers coming from some unknown place.
Another wave was taken away.
Those remaining finally realized something was wrong.
They clamped their hands over their mouths and fled frantically toward the city gates.
But they never expected...
The Bone City Wall moved.
Like a sleeping behemoth finally opening its eyes.
The countless bones on the walls trembled all at once, producing a grating sound that set their teeth on edge.
Gaps split open between the bones, revealing pitch-black hollows.
Countless deathly pale hands reached out through the gaps.
Those hands had extraordinarily long fingers and blackened nails, looking like the marks left after someone's nails had been torn out while they were still alive.
The hands clawed madly outward.
As though they had grown legs, the walls chased after the fleeing crowd.
The ground shook.
The bone walls extended.
The shadows closed in.
They looked ready to catch everyone in one sweep.
Yang Yong's fingers stopped as he reached