Like the calm before a major battle, many people are unaware of the storm brewing beneath the surface.
Xia Yao is that kind of person.
Standing on her familiar territory, she thought she had everything under control.
She even ignored Xia Heguang's reminder to go home early today and not wander around.
"They're here."
After midnight, Qin Tan reminded everyone.
The shadowy figures arrived, and this time, not one was spared.
Inside the room, the last clay sculpture radiated a hazy light, and the cracks healed in an instant.
Immediately afterwards, the remaining clay sculptures seemed to respond, shimmering with light.
"I'll go."
Xi Yang glanced at the doorway by chance and was startled.
The black figures appeared instantly at the doorway of the house, then walked in and, as if by unspoken agreement, found their own clay statue.
They reached out and touched the clay statue.
Should we stop it?
As Gan Pengpeng asked, a vine at his feet seemed to be eager to try.
"My abilities are useless against these things," Yu Chenxi said softly.
Amidst everyone's hesitation, the clay statue underwent a change.
The uneven surface became smoother, and the blurred facial features took on a concrete shape, revealing the faces of those people.
Beep beep beep.
The bracelet beeped; it was a message from Li Mingshu.
"Of those eighteen people, the old man died instantly. Of the rest, some rapidly declined and died, while others were physically fine but looked several years older, like..."
"It's like my life force has been drained."
Qin Tan continued the conversation.
Sure enough, the gifts that fate bestows always come with a price tag.
This time, they need to pay it back with interest.
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