As the fog disappeared and the vision became clear, Zuoqiu and Anjing quickly saw what was buried at the bottom of the thick blood-red lake.
But after just one look, they stood there in a daze with their scalps tingling.
people!
No, or rather, a person who is dying but not yet dead!
Countless corrupt bodies sat at the bottom of the lake like blood pupae. As far as the eye could see, they were densely packed and endless.
"They...they are..."
Looking at this creepy scene, An Jing felt an electric current that struck her soul running through her body. She finally knew who Zhen Xin asked her to be wary of.
They had never seen a single [corrupted] pilgrim on the road along the way, and they didn't know who was making the pilgrimage in the sanctuary. But at this moment she understood, perhaps even Zhen Xin didn't know, that the [corrupted] pilgrims had already become one with the blood lake and part of this corrupt blood tomb.
So the historians were also wrong. These pilgrims who tried to gain the favor of [Decay] did not turn into ashes, but sank to the bottom of the lake and became one of the densely packed bloody chorus!
The reason why they are called the Chorus is that at the moment the Blood Lake dried up, countless wails, roars, screams and cries were heard at the bottom of the lake. The voices of thousands and millions of pilgrims resonated and turned into a song of decay.
This song is so moving and compassionate that Zuoqiu and Anjing can't wait to join in and contribute their strength to help the high and mighty Xuezhongmu resist the invasion of [Prosperity]!
But after just a second of thinking, the idea disappeared.
An Jing reacted extremely quickly and silenced the surroundings, allowing the two to instantly break out of this trance.
When the voice disappeared, Zuo Qiu suddenly came back to his senses, holding his knees with both hands and gasping for breath, "Luckily I have you... Master Yanou, if you were not here, perhaps I would have given up my oath and joined them today..."
An Jing ignored Zuo Qiu and looked towards the place where Zhen had just walked into the blood lake. There, a "living person" whose body was not yet completely covered in blood was struggling to crawl out from the bottom of the dried-up lake.
The man who claimed to be the most devout singer of decay wished he had two more hands and feet at this moment so that he could leave this place that almost cost him his life and soul. He roared and swore, struggling to get out using his hands and feet, but he was still unable to break free from the pull of the chorus of decay.
But at this moment, among the ashes of [Prosperity] scattered in the sky, a trace of green that had not yet completely decayed fell before his eyes.
It was unknown what decision the Rotten Chanter made, but he suddenly grabbed the only remaining bit of green. Then all the blood in his body faded away, his skin and flesh healed, and he ran up from the bottom of the lake with a wild laugh.
The two people watched all this silently, without saying a word for a long while.
"Oh, a [Decadent] believer who gave up his vows in a [Decadent] pilgrimage. Look, this is the wonderful history I was expecting!"
As he spoke, Zuo Qiu took out the history book.
An Jing did not comment. She turned her head to look into the depths of the rainforest and frowned slightly, as if wondering how this horrifying change came about, and whether Xinxin had waited for the person and response she was waiting for?
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