Swarms of white shadows crawled in the thick fog, their skin a sickly, almost transparent paleness, as if some being had sucked all the color out of them from within.

Her hair was as white as snow, but it did not hang down smoothly. Instead, it twisted and entangled like some living thing, as if each strand was breathing on its own.

Their limbs were so thin that they were almost deformed, and their joints were bent in an anatomically incorrect way, making a wet, sticky sound as they crawled on the ground.

The most terrifying thing is their heads - they are so disproportionately small that the facial features are almost invisible. Only when they occasionally raise their heads do they reveal black hole-like pupils without whites, staring straight into nothingness.

However, this was just the beginning of the nightmare.

Later, those beings that barely retained their human form began to... flip over.

As if being casually pried by some supreme malice, their skin was torn from the inside, muscle fibers curled out like vines, and their bones crackled as if being twisted by invisible hands.

The blood was no longer liquid, but a sticky, gelatinous substance, slowly seeping from the lacerated wounds, trailing winding trails across the ground. Even more terrifying were the eyeballs that rolled out of the flesh and blood—they ripped from their sockets like ripe fruit, rolling gurglingly, their pupils fixed on the direction of the hemp ball, as if silently expressing a despair that transcended pain.

And in the distance, charred monsters were crawling like mountains.

Their bodies looked like they had been burned in the fire of hell for tens of millions of years. Their carbonized skin was cracked, revealing the dark red flesh that was still wriggling underneath.

They have no concept of standing and can only crawl on the ground like some kind of giant maggots. Every wriggling leaves corrosive mucus on the ground and emits pungent sulfur smoke.

And above all this, the gray sky is occupied by giant jellyfish.

Their caps pulsate slowly like dying nebulae, and their translucent bodies flicker with a faint blue phosphorescence, like beacons imprisoning countless souls.

Their tentacles drooped, intertwining with the white mist and flesh on the ground, as if weaving a living shroud covering the entire world.

A muffled sob escaped the monster's throat.

This is not hell, because at least there is logic in hell.

This is some kind of older, crazier existence, an accidental breath of the dark side of the universe, and the pus and blood that seeped out after a crack was torn in reality.

Song Wudeng stood there in a daze, not moving.

And now, it was slowly and inexorably turning... towards him.

He didn't see that a tentacle slowly stretched out towards him, wriggling very slowly.

An unknown collapsed cave, probably formed by a landslide.

"What was that thing that just crawled over there?"

Ma Tuan asked in confusion, then he climbed onto a big rock and lay motionless, cosplaying as a lizard.

"oh."

Bai Di didn't care about what he said at all, and didn't even bother to look at him.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on the stone wall in front of him.

The stone wall is engraved with patterns of various strange creatures. These patterns are so intricate and dazzling.

However, among these numerous patterns, there was one thing that caught Bai Di's special attention - that was the chain that covered and ran through almost the entire painting.

These chains appear frequently on the stone walls, and their number is so large that it is simply dizzying.

Their shapes and styles are very ordinary, there is nothing special about them, they are just the same old, standard chains.

But these chains are exactly what Blore carries!

This is really unreasonable!

Bai Di thought to himself.

Why are there so many chains on the stone wall that are similar to the ones on Broll?

Just as Bai Di was lost in thought, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a coffin on the stone wall.

The coffin was pitch black and exuded an extremely strong evil aura.

Although this was just a picture and rune engraved on the stone wall, the evil spirit seemed to be able to break through the stone wall and rush straight towards Bai Di.

Especially when Bai Di inadvertently swept across the coffin, the murderous aura that rose into the sky was accompanied by a strong smell of blood, and it suddenly attacked him like a gust of wind, catching him off guard.

The evil spirit was so strong that Bai Di even felt as if it had hit his face, making him a little breathless.

So Bai Di simply turned his head and stopped looking at the coffin.

The sticky crawling sounds outside the cave became more and more frequent, like countless rotten hands caressing the rock wall.

Ma Tuan sat quietly in the seeping crevice of the stone, his pupils reflecting the distorted outlines of the collapsed bodies - sometimes they looked like snakes with their bones pulled out, sometimes like spiders with their joints bent backwards, weaving crazy totems under the blood moon.

Until one moment, his nails suddenly dug into the cracks in the rock.

He noticed something strange.

Something was moving regularly in the depths of the mist.

It was covered in the same festering skin as the other monsters, but the limbs that should have been twitching showed an eerie sense of coordination.

While other creatures slapped the ground with their knuckle-jointed limbs, it was crawling through the pile of corpses in a standard human posture; when its companions let out inhuman screams, half a sigh-like breath escaped from its throat.

Light occasionally penetrated the fog, revealing the unnatural connection between the human skin and the monster's skin, as if countless granulations of flesh were wriggling in the gaps of the sutures.

Ma Tuan only felt his temples throbbing.

The figure paused as it crawled over a skeleton—Blore always liked to tie his shoes in that same position.

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