Si Yan gazed longingly toward the side door of the room. The little girl watched from the shadows for a long time, her innocent eyes filled with turbulent emotions.
Their eyes met unexpectedly, and the little girl returned a sweet and bright smile before turning and running away.
Si Yan quickly took a few steps to stop her, ignoring the screams in her ears, he grabbed the little girl by the back of her collar and lifted her up, his eyes filled with silent coldness, "Where do you think you're going?"
"Let me go! You're such an impolite guest."
The little girl got anxious and kicked her legs repeatedly, shouting, "I'm going to bite you to death!"
After saying that, she grabbed Si Yan's arm with both hands and started to nibble at it, revealing fine, dense teeth in her mouth.
Si Yan showed no mercy, grabbing her and swinging her around several times like flying a kite, then asking her a question while she was still dizzy.
Where is your mother?
The little girl suddenly stopped struggling, playing with her braids and giggling, her laughter brighter than ever before, as she pointed to the flowerbeds below.
"Mommy is sleeping. Mommy loves to sleep."
Inside the room, the boy who heard those words began to cry; his pale face became even more translucent, clearly showing his deep sorrow.
The harder he cried, the happier his sister laughed.
Tuoba Hong suddenly realized something and cursed under his breath, "No way."
After all, in reality, their mother was also dead; could she really have been buried in a flowerbed...?
Such a method of death is far too suffocating; no wonder it leads to suicide in real life.
Zhang Quan and Tuoba Hong found some tools on the spot and dug through the flower bushes to examine them.
After digging for a while, a hand emerged from the soil. It was grayish-white and rotten, with black dirt under its fingernails, clearly indicating that it had struggled violently but to no avail before its death.
Unable to escape, she was suffocated to death in the mud.
The direction he was pointing was exactly towards the village square.
Jiang Nuo glanced at it a few times, then looked at the little girl who was still smiling happily.
Did you kill her?
The little girl's smile froze instantly, and her voice became incredibly shrill, "You're talking nonsense! Mommy is just sleeping, having a sweet dream."
"Mom will wake up tomorrow, everyone's like this."
Jiang Nuo: "... brat."
" God Nuo, there are more and more butterflies."
Tuoba Hong waved away the butterflies that had gathered in the flower bushes, frowning and complaining, "There are more butterflies than people here."
Jiang Nuo looked up at the butterflies fluttering in the sunlight, a smile suddenly appearing on her lips, her voice filled with interest.
"Butterflies feed on carrion."
Upon hearing this, Si Yan rubbed the soil together and found that, indeed, in the places where the plants were growing well, the soil was mixed with fresh blood.
The fragrance of the flowers was so strong that it masked the original smell of blood.
He wiped his hands clean, turned and hugged Jiang Nuo, a hint of barely perceptible resentment in his eyes.
" Nuonuo, this place is really dirty."
All beautiful illusions are false; perhaps the soil beneath your feet is actually a rotting corpse.
Fortunately, I brought enough disinfection supplies.
Jiang Nuo touched Si Yan's face. "Don't touch it."
"This place is unpredictable; who knows what strange things the mud might turn into."
Si Yan nodded in deep agreement.
The boy had stopped crying. He moved his legs, jumped down from Zhang Quan's arms, and without even glancing at his expressionless sister, walked straight to the half-dug-out patch of soil, curled up in the flower bushes, just like lying next to his mother.
The branches seemed to have their own consciousness, slowly closing in and enveloping the corpse and the person within the intertwined foliage.
From the outside, it's difficult to tell that someone is lying inside.
Jiang Nuo withdrew her gaze and looked around. In front of each bamboo house, there was a large patch of flowers. It seemed that the people here were using these flowers for nourishment.
What a strange and eerie scene! Is this some kind of dark fairy tale?
Although no particularly powerful monsters have appeared so far, I still feel like there's a lot of danger going on!
[Oh my god! Look at the butterfly!]
The moment the sunlight was obscured by the clouds, the ground suddenly turned dark, and all the colorful butterflies began to swirl and fly in one direction, creating a spectacular and dreamlike scene.
"This direction..."
Jiang Nuo glanced down again at the corpse surrounded by flowers; the finger was pointing in that same direction.
Zhou Ling: "Is this some kind of ceremony going to be held?"
They were all waiting for Jiang Nuo's response.
"We'll find out when we get there; it might be a quest to clear the game."
Jiang Nuo chuckled softly, took Si Yan's hand, and stepped forward first, with Zhang Quan following closely behind.
Zhou Ling looked at Jiang Nuo's back with a strange expression, feeling that Jiang Nuo's behavior had been off ever since they entered the Fantasy world.
It's like being wrapped in a skin called rationality, with the madness inside occasionally surfacing.
Having worked side by side for so long, the last time she saw Jiang Nuo in this state was when the city was on the verge of collapse.
Even back then, Jiang Nuo wasn't as indifferent to everything as she is now.
Feimina had never worked with Jiang Nuo before, but her innate sensitivity as a magician allowed her to sense Jiang Nuo's increasingly dangerous aura.
She clung to Zhou Ling's arm and muttered, "Your captain is scarier than a monster."
Zhou Ling was quite blunt. "That's normal."
It's become a habit.
Feimina: "... That was truly my misfortune."
As Si Yong was leaving, he suddenly glanced in the direction of the last butterfly. Just then, a black butterfly flew into his mouth and quickly disappeared, as if it had never been there.
In a corner unnoticed by Feimina, a black butterfly followed her, slowly alighting near her ear before flitting inside.
Their pupils both turned black for a moment, then they continued walking as if nothing had happened.