Blore looked around. Nothing had changed except that the golden wheat had a cold metallic texture under the sunlight.

It seemed that no breeze had ever blown through the wheat field, but the ears of wheat swayed gently without wind, making a slight rustling sound, as if countless dead souls were whispering.

The cold and solemn atmosphere reminds people of the soldiers who once fought bloody battles on this land. Their bodies were not left behind, only traces of wounds.

Today, this golden wheat seems to have been born for them, and is the last commemoration of them by this land. Every wheat awn is like the edge of a warrior's sword, sharp and cold, silently telling the tragic story of the past.

Blore suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and the chains on his body moved without wind, making a slight clinking sound, as if in warning, or as if in play.

There was only a thin layer of sea water beneath where he stood, and the sea water reflected a strange light under the sunlight, as if even the sea water felt the solemn and murderous aura of this land and became extremely quiet, with only occasional ripples.

He hesitated for a moment, but still pulled Song Wudeng up.

The situation clearly felt a little off. If anything went wrong, Song Wudeng might really die here today.

But as soon as he pulled the other person up, Song Wudeng's eyes opened in an instant.

It was not a normal color, but the same color as the wheat field, as if his eyes were dyed by the golden wheat awns, or as if he was eroded by some ancient power and lost the vitality that humans should have.

Song Wudeng's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if they were forcibly pried open by some force. His eyes slowly opened, his movements slow and stiff, as if his eyelids were bound by heavy shackles.

When he finally opened his eyes, there was no trace of human warmth in them, only cold golden light flashing in his pupils.

His eyes were empty and deep, as if they could penetrate Blore's body and stare directly into the endless darkness deep in the wheat field.

Those eyes were like bottomless black holes, without any emotional fluctuations, yet seemed to contain endless secrets and fears.

Suddenly, the corners of Song Wudeng's mouth suddenly rose slightly, revealing an extremely weird smile.

This smile was completely unlike a human expression. There wasn't a trace of warmth or friendliness in it, only ice-cold sarcasm and malice.

It was as if he was no longer the person named Song Wudeng, but a part of this land filled with a murderous atmosphere, and had completely lost his human nature.

Seeing this, Blore was shocked. He reacted very quickly and immediately reached out and pushed hard, trying to push Song Fog Lamp away.

However, what surprised him was that Song Wudeng's body seemed to have no bones and quickly wrapped around him in an extremely twisted posture.

Blore's eyes widened, and he finally saw clearly that the reason why Song Wudeng's body was arched was not because there was something underneath him, but because he was carrying a puppet on his back!

This puppet was exactly the same as the one he saw in the warehouse.

At the moment when Song Wudeng turned around, Blore suddenly felt as if he saw the slightly raised corners of the puppet's mouth. It was an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, which made him feel creepy in an instant.

"What?"

Blore couldn't help but yelled. As soon as Blore finished his words, his body seemed to be pulled by some invisible force and reflexively took a few steps back.

However, just as he tried to steady himself, a suffocating dizziness came over him without warning.

His brain felt like it was hit by a heavy lead block, and he instantly lost his sense of balance.

The world before his eyes suddenly lost its color, and darkness surged in like a tide, completely swallowing up his vision.

He felt his body swaying slightly, as if he would fall to the ground at any moment.

He subconsciously reached out to grab something to steady himself, but everything around him became unreal and blurry, as if within reach yet out of reach.

An inexplicable fear surged in his heart. Could it be that the blood that had just flowed out suddenly caused sequelae?

This sudden discomfort made him feel panicked, as if the whole world had lost control in an instant.

Blore's head snapped down, his gaze fixed on the pale, shallow water.

The sea water should be clear and transparent under the sunlight, but for some reason it is stained with a light red color.

The color was not strong, but it was particularly dazzling, as if it was some kind of ominous omen.

Blore's pupils constricted instantly, and he muttered in disbelief: "Is it blood? Is this my blood?"

There was a hint of confusion in his voice, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

But the chains he carried seemed to sense his owner's absent-mindedness and unpreparedness, and a faint golden light diffused above the chains.

In the light, countless tiny runes began to emerge. They curled and squirmed madly, as if they had their own life.

These runes, against the backdrop of light, faintly reveal a hint of blood-colored lines.

The pattern was not obvious, but it looked particularly strange, as if some ancient symbol was quietly changing.

These lines grow and decline, and the subtle details present a strange shape, just like the petals of the purple lotus in Jiuqu River, layered and staggered, yet revealing a strange beauty.

They seem to breathe and flow, sometimes fading, sometimes deepening, as if following some mysterious rhythm.

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