"This tower...it's absolutely stunning!" Cheng Xu exclaimed, his beam of light sweeping across the building. "The style is incredible! It's like something out of a cyberpunk game!"

“It certainly doesn’t resemble any known style of human architecture.” Li Jinshao hesitated for a few seconds before adding, the beam of light lingering on a large crack in the building’s surface.

Just then, Liu Yunyan let out a scream.

“Over there! The shorter buildings on the right!” Her voice suddenly rose, carrying the eagerness of someone who had spotted their prey and a barely perceptible tremor.

The beam of light swayed violently a few times before finally managing to lock onto a relatively low but more densely packed group of buildings in the lower right corner.

These buildings also have a sharp style, like a large area of ​​randomly discarded metal blocks, pressing against each other.

Xi Xi looked at Liu Yunyan, whose face was as pale as paper, with some suspicion.

"It's...it's inside the building!" Liu Yunyan gasped, letting the beam of light from Xi Xi wander wildly between the windows of several adjacent buildings and the gaps in the broken walls.

"I just scanned the area...and I saw...there were human bones inside!"

"Human-shaped! Definitely human bones! And more than one!"

Liu Yunyan's gaze was fixed on the depths inside a window opening.

The light filtering through the rippling seawater seemed weak inside the dimly lit building, only managing to outline a blurry silhouette.

"It's right there! Behind the table by the window! Look!"

The crowd gathered and went there, only to find a broken half of the partition wall leaning askew, and twisted and deformed metal fragments and overturned objects of unidentifiable purpose scattered on the floor.

It appears to be an office desk, with a human-shaped skeleton clearly visible behind it.

"There's someone here! Let's go check if there are any supplies!" Cheng Xu wasn't flustered at all. He figured that since there had been signs of human activity here, there must be some treasures, right?

The skeleton remained seated, its body slightly leaning forward, sunken into a chair similarly covered in rust and sediment. Its head was lowered, and the outline of its jawbone was even clearly visible.

The most crucial element is his arm posture:

The arm bones rested on the edge of the table, and the two slender, pale hand bones were placed on a rectangular object deeply embedded in the table with an incredibly precise posture, even carrying a hint of eerie vitality.

The object's surface was covered with pits and rust, but the edges were still faintly discernible, and the front end appeared to be some long-rotted protrusions—the shape, the location…

Could it be the gesture of typing on a keyboard?!

Time seemed to freeze completely at this moment, yet it was also stretched infinitely by the eternal cold of the deep sea.

"That's strange," Xi Xi couldn't help but mutter to herself, "This doesn't look...like a player?"

Ruins were commonplace to her, and she had only recently witnessed a sunken car at the bottom of the sea. As for skeletons, they were nothing to be surprised about.

But if this were truly an ordinary player, how could they possibly die from typing on a keyboard here?

“He’s not the only one.” Sallyman’s voice was low and hoarse. She had swum some distance away at some point and was now checking the darker corners of the deeper part of the compartment.

Where the light reached, more pale outlines emerged from the dust and sediment.

Some were huddled beside the overturned filing cabinet, some were lying prone at the doorway leading to the corridor, and one lay beside an overturned metal water dispenser, a skeletal hand reaching towards the overturned container...

Their postures varied, yet without exception, they all captured a frozen moment of panic, fleeing, or futile evasion—like a silent disaster film paused on time…

Just then, a group of mutated fish, shimmering with a silvery-white light and slender in shape like willow leaves, silently swam in through the broken window.

Their small, agile bodies streaked through the beam of light, leaving faint trails of light as they passed lightly through the twisted support of the desk, around the armrests of the chair, and even...

It even passes directly through the gaps between the hollow finger bones that remain in a striking posture on the skeleton, as if it were just a harmless, uniquely shaped cluster of deep-sea coral.

Everyone felt a mix of emotions. Xi Xi looked around for a moment and suggested that they go to the next few floors to take another look.

Next door was a huge prismatic building resembling a communal housing complex, with a massive gaping hole, tens of meters long, torn open on its side.

The beam of light probed in, revealing countless honeycomb-like, neatly arranged, and uniformly structured small compartments.

In one of the rooms, a skeleton lay on the floor beside the bed, its posture contorted, with one of its skeletal hands reaching upwards as if trying to grab the doorknob above.

Another place resembles a spacious hall in a public space, where the dome has long since collapsed, and the piled-up rubble forms an ugly hill.

The light swept across the edge of the hill, illuminating several skeletons clustered together.

In the center of the pillar of light, a slender skeleton lay sprawled out, its arms forming a desperate embrace, its hollow skull buried deep within.

Within the protective circle formed by her arm bones, a clearly small skeleton was curled up.

In the left corner, a skeleton remained curled up, its arms tightly wrapped around its long-decayed chest, its spine arched in a defensive curve.

His lower body... his leg bones were strangely scattered several meters away, maintaining a posture as if they had been instantly detached.

More skeletons lay prostrate on the steps, piled on top of each other... their postures frozen in the terror, escape, struggle and despair of their last moments.

Many skeletons were not lying on the ground intact, but were in the postures of running, curling up, or falling, as if frozen by an incomprehensible "momentary" force, and then decayed and fell apart over endless years.

Even more alarming, in some relatively open areas inside the building, spotlights even captured traces of calcification of tiny organisms—fossils resembling birds or insects.

This is absolutely not any normal death process!

It was as if life had been forcibly erased; the seawater had nailed countless fleeing lives, along with their state at that moment, to the specimen table of death!

In the silence, the synesthetic ring on Xi Xi's hand suddenly heated up. She first heard a few words from Aura's mind, followed by her father's voice.

Xi Zhongcang: "Return immediately."