Since Wendy still has to challenge the Tower of Trials every day, Jiangyin and Xingqiu formed a team.
After dinner, Wendy took his harp and decided to wander around, hoping to open any treasure chests he found.
So now Wendy is walking alone, carrying her harp, playing as she goes, through the woods, across the stream, but...
"It's too quiet." Wendy suddenly stopped at the climax of the song. There was no wind or sound around her. Apart from the sound of her own footsteps, she could hear nothing else.
The surroundings darkened, and the sky turned black. Just a moment ago, the sky was clear and blue. Moreover, mist began to rise, obscuring the view ahead, and there seemed to be soft, lingering music, telling tales of the past.
The wind couldn't reach this place, and Wendy's vision was shrouded in darkness. The road ahead grew darker and darker until he couldn't see anything at all. Wendy lowered his eyes. He had heard of Wuwang Slope and Wangsheng Hall in Liyue. He had also curiously looked into some terrifying events when he was on Blue Star, but at that time, the comments section said that they were all made up and not to be taken seriously, so Wendy didn't believe them.
However, now he really needs to think about it.
"Warning! Wendy, a player from the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom, has entered the S+ Secret Realm: Whose Business! Live broadcast now live!"
"Warning! Wendy, a player from the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom, has entered the S+ Secret Realm: Whose Business! Live broadcast now live!"
"Warning! Wendy, a player from the Blue Star Dragon Kingdom, has entered the S+ Secret Realm: Whose Business! Live broadcast now live!"
The national destiny bell rang out at that moment, and all the contestants in the forbidden area of the national destiny heard it!
"Whose business is this?" Wendy heard this too. She looked at the dark sky, then at what was in front of her. The visibility was terribly low, as if something terrible could happen at any moment.
If you can't turn back, you can only move forward. This is a common saying among travelers.
The wind cannot penetrate the secret realm, meaning Venti can only shoot arrows. Within the unceasing mist, faint lights always appear, as if to lure passersby, or perhaps the last glimmer of light before darkness descends. The mist, the unceasing mist, and the hazy lights…
"Ah!" It was a scream, a woman's miserable scream, and there seemed to be something flying out. Wendy stopped and faced the direction from which the sound came from. There, through the mist, she could vaguely see the shadow of a woman. It looked as if a sharp blade had been stuck in the woman's chest, but she was covering her face and screaming incessantly.
With a "snap," like the sound of a candle going out, the mist returned, and the next light came on. Wendy, expressionless, continued forward, carrying her harp.
She hadn't walked far when she heard whispers. It was women talking, but there seemed to be something else mixed in. Wendy stood under the light and looked around. The whispers gradually grew louder and turned into hysterical screams. With a whooshing sound, everything fell silent.
"How scary! Waaaaah!"
“I was so scared that I collapsed to the ground. My wife asked me what happened, and after I showed her, she is now nestled in my arms and doesn’t dare to look up.”
"So this is something the master of the secret realm personally experienced?"
"Wrap yourself up in the blanket and lie flat."
"Wendy's wife isn't scared at all, I'm so envious."
"Where is it guiding me?" Wendy frowned slightly, still unable to feel the wind, nothing at all, unable to touch the mist, feeling as if all her senses were sealed off...
With no lights on and shrouded in mist behind her, Wendy could only see the flickering lights beside her.
Before long, the only light source went out, and Wendy was now in darkness. With her eyes closed, she could hear whispers and screams. When she opened her eyes, a large door suddenly appeared before her. Behind the door was a village, a dilapidated village, with only a few dim lights indicating that people lived inside.
The village was surrounded by trees, tall and lush, but sunlight could not penetrate through the gaps between the branches and leaves. Coupled with the dark sky and the fog, it always instilled a sense of fear.
Wendy stepped inside and could feel the biting, cold wind slapping her face. She tried to activate the wind element but found it ineffective. Wendy frowned slightly and tried to force control, but was hit by a backlash and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Restriction." The word "restriction" popped into Wendy's mind. Was this a restriction on his divine power? There was no turning back now. Wendy composed himself and walked towards the light.
There was no moon, no stars; the only light source was those dim, yet conspicuous, lights. Wendy stopped in front of a dilapidated door and knocked three times.
With a creak, the door opened. Although there was no one inside, Wendy walked in. The room was simply furnished with an old wooden table and stools. On the rickety wooden bed, there were neatly folded quilts. Although the quilts were old, they were very clean. On the wooden table was a candle that was about to burn out, which emitted a dim light.
"The comforter is very clean. Hmm, it seems the owner here takes good care of it." Wendy murmured to herself, but her eyes caught a glimpse of something white in the corner. Wendy walked over and saw a letter with a tattered envelope.
Wendy picked up the envelope, and the moment she opened it, a cold wind howled, screams rang out, and Wendy felt something icy cold gripping her neck. Wendy couldn't control her body, but she could sense that what it was wasn't human.
Indeed, no. Everyone watching the live stream could see it clearly: a white face, a ferocious expression, tattered clothes stained with blood, and a seemingly pale and weak hand gripping Wendy's slender neck tightly, as if it would end Wendy's life at any moment.
"I'm here to help you," Wendy said softly. In an instant, the chilling feeling vanished, and control of her body gradually returned to her. Wendy lowered her head, her stray hairs obscuring her eyes, and no one knew her expression. However, the people of the Dragon Kingdom speculated that it was calm.
The letter was taken out; it was well-preserved, with only a slight yellowing and not much damage, except that the sender's name at the bottom had been crossed out. The contents of the letter were somewhat puzzling.
“Dear Nari:
Grandma Wen told me that this village was cursed, and every child who grew up there would eventually return to the earth. I asked Grandma Wen what she meant, but her face changed drastically, and she told me to go home immediately. She kept chanting, "May Amiri protect us, so that our departed family members will not return." What is Amiri? I think you know what Nari is, right? Your grandfather read many, many books and knew many, many words.
By the way, Nari, let's go to your grandfather's house tomorrow. He'll definitely know.
Your good friend: —”
(I'm trying to write something in a horror style, since nobody reads it anyway, so I'm just letting my imagination run wild~)
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