Yang Yong's instructions were brief and left no room for doubt.
He remembered that Long Ya had used a folk remedy before...
A virgin boy's urine could break a Ghost Wall.
It might not work, but it was better than waiting around.
The boys among the fourteen children scrambled down from the truck.
Some started noisily relieving themselves by the roadside before they had even finished undoing their trousers.
Their dirty little faces showed both fear and a trace of instinctive embarrassment.
The seconds ticked by.
Yang Yong stared at the large dog-shaped rock, waiting for it to change, waiting for something to shatter, disappear, or make a sound.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
The wind kept blowing. The rock was still the same rock, the trees were still the same three trees, and the road was still the same road.
Nothing changed.
Yang Yong narrowed his eyes slightly.
It's not a Ghost Wall.
He confirmed it to himself.
Yang Yong turned to look at the human-head monsters drawing ever closer in the distance.
Densely packed black specks surged over the horizon, coming closer and growing clearer.
He could even... already see the dust those monsters kicked up as they bounced along the ground, and faintly hear what they were making.
A cacophony that sounded like babies crying and feral cats yowling.
His gaze swept over the approaching human-head monsters.
Not this one.
Not this one either.
Like a precision scanner, Yang Yong's gaze darted across every human-head monster's face he could make out.
He was looking for those that still retained special "abilities"...
Beings like that woman's head from earlier, which could still use Sequence abilities after death.
But every face he saw looked the same.
Greed, excitement, longing, all filled with a frenzied pursuit of fresh flesh