At some point, another strange scene appeared in the distant sea of bones and corpses.
In a place so far away that it seemed beyond the world's vision, a person was sitting quietly on a sacrificial dance stage that was faintly emitting a blood-red light and was full of the blending of technology and metallic textures.
Above the sacrificial dance stage, the metallic luster was like a delicate veil. Beneath this veil, there was a faint, warm, jade-like white light, as if it was a mysterious glow inherited from ancient times, adding a touch of fantasy and mystery to the entire scene.
He sat there quietly, his figure shrouded in this strange light, as if he was an existence forgotten by time, as if separated from the whole noisy world by an invisible barrier.
His face was completely obscured by deep shadows, making it impossible to glimpse any emotion or expression in his heart. However, just from his slightly leaning forward posture, one could vaguely sense that he was currently lost in deep thought.
His body leaned forward slightly, like a quiet sculpture, with his hands placed naturally on his knees.
His posture revealed a calmness and tranquility, as if he was patiently waiting for some crucial moment or some unknown opportunity.
At this moment, an extremely gentle breeze, like an invisible hand, slowly blew across the space and blew up a corner of his clothes.
In an instant, the part hidden under the sleeve was revealed, revealing the tattoo on his arm. The tattoo showed a very strange pattern.
It is like some ancient symbol that has long disappeared in the long river of history, and every stroke seems to contain the endless accumulation of time and vicissitudes;
It also seems to be a symbol of a mysterious power, which seems to be able to break through the constraints at any time and show its amazing power.
The tattoo flickered with a faint light in the breeze, as if telling the world an unknown story, or waiting for the arrival of someone who could unlock its secret.
He looked quietly into the distance, very quietly looking at a few people in the distance.
Huh? This river... seems a little strange?
This strange feeling quietly wrapped around Ma Tuan's heart like a spider silk, causing him to feel inexplicably uneasy.
Ma Tuan and Nan Song were originally following closely the driftwood board that Blore and the other man were riding, and they were constantly moving forward in the turbulent river.
However, for some reason, a wonderful and strange atmosphere gradually spread, causing Ma Tuan to have an inexplicable feeling -
Lor and the other two seemed to be getting closer and closer to them at an imperceptible speed.
The water in this river seems to have its own life and soul, no longer just flowing.
It seemed to have its own thoughts and consciousness, like a naughty child, jokingly teasing the only two people in the space who were still awake and able to move.
The water sometimes gently caressed the wooden board carrying Blore and Bai Di, and sometimes suddenly stirred up a wave, sweeping them to and fro, as if showing them its strength and willfulness.
Not knowing what happened, Ma Tuan suddenly noticed that Nan Song's already nervous face was now tense to the extreme, as if being tightly pinched by an invisible hand.
His lips trembled slightly, and the trembling was like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind, fragile and helpless.
His eyes were full of fear and anxiety, and that fear was like a ferocious beast in the dark night. Ma Tuan felt that danger could pounce on him at any time.
She stared at Ma Tuan's back, her gaze seemed to penetrate all obstacles and reach the unknown source of fear.
The despair and helplessness revealed in that look made Ma Tuan's heart tighten instantly.
Ma Tuan's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, the rhythm so fast that it seemed to break the shackles of time and jump out of his throat.
He tried to remain calm, telling himself that it was just an illusion and everything would pass.
But the chill that came from behind overwhelmed him like a tide, making it impossible for him to escape.
The chill crawled up his spine, making every hair on his body stand up, as if countless pairs of cold hands were touching his skin.
He couldn't help but shiver, and his teeth began to chatter involuntarily.
The extremely light sound of the wind stepping in the air was like the call of the god of death, and was particularly harsh in the silent air.
As the sound of chains tearing through the air rang out, a breath of death spread, making the entire space seem to solidify.
Almost at that moment, the horrific sound of flesh breaking and bones breaking reached Ma Tuan's ears at the same time. The sound was like the roar of hell, shaking his soul.
Immediately afterwards, the unknown sticky liquid sprayed out like a rainstorm, carrying a pungent smell of blood, instantly staining Ma Tuan's mask and hair into a mess.
For a moment, he felt like he could only stand there in a daze, his mind blank, completely unable to accept what was happening before his eyes. And that cold aura still lingered around him, as if it would devour him at any moment...
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"When did you two wake up? When did that monster appear?"
He slowly turned his head. Although his face could not be seen, a hint of confusion and fear could be seen through his mask.
Blore was half squatting, breathing heavily as if he had exhausted all his strength, and the sound of his heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent air.
Bai Di sat quietly on the unknown white bone that exuded a strange aura. His face was as pale as paper and looked extremely ugly.
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