Chapter Nine: A Second Foray into the Mist (Please Vote and Show Your Support)

The afternoon hours slipped by swiftly, and then, under the horrified gazes of the few onlookers, those who had been lingering on the bustling street suddenly seemed to press an accelerator. They dashed rapidly back into the surrounding buildings, locking doors and windows tightly. In less than a minute, the once lively street fell eerily silent and deserted.

Most strikingly, as these people left, they took everything they had in their hands with them.

The town sank into silence once again, just as it had been when they first arrived the day before—completely devoid of any sign of life.

Witnessing this scene, the group exchanged glances, stunned by the speed of it all.

It was as if everyone had vanished into thin air right before their eyes.

“This…” Ye Cangyi opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“It’s that time again,” the Rabbit Princess spoke belatedly.

“What do you know?” Ding Xiang asked anxiously.

“I don’t really know,” the Rabbit Princess replied with an innocent expression. “But every time the sun sets, the streets are completely empty.”

“The sun sets?” Ding Xiang’s sharp ears caught the key phrase.

“Do you remember when people started appearing in the morning?” she asked.

Zhong Ye and Ye Cangyi shook their heads indifferently; they hadn’t paid attention to such details.

“It should be after sunrise,” Mu Rongxun guessed uncertainly. He hadn’t particularly noted the timing in the morning.

“How do you know that?” the Rabbit Princess asked, surprised.

“I only realized after being here a while that the people are strange. They go home to sleep when the sun sets and come out to work when it rises. They sleep even earlier than us rabbits!”

“Have you eaten anything here?” Mu Rongxun inquired.

“No,” the Rabbit Princess shook her head. “I’m shy and don’t want to ask others for food.”

Mu Rongxun understood then why they had wandered around the town for so long before encountering these two peculiar beings.

Strictly speaking, neither of them was truly human.

Pinocchio was a puppet crafted by a carpenter, not needing food—a peculiar existence in itself.

The Rabbit Princess, although currently in human form, was still a rabbit at heart—a rabbit-eared girl at best.

And rabbits naturally don’t require human food to survive.

Thus, unaffected by the town’s strange behaviors, they could move freely after everyone else had retreated indoors.

“What are you thinking?” Ding Xiang asked.

“Zhong Ye and I went to the bakery earlier and found that the food there was inedible. Those who ate it turned into servants of the mist,” Mu Rongxun answered.

If his suspicion was true, it was terrifying beyond measure.

At the same time, this indirectly confirmed his initial theory—that there were no living people left in this town.

“Is it really that frightening?” Ding Xiang frowned.

The problem now was whether this phenomenon was limited to the bakery or pervasive throughout the entire town.

Though seemingly a small distinction, the implications were vast.

“There’s no way to tell yet. We’ll have to wait until daylight tomorrow,” Mu Rongxun said.

With every household’s doors and windows tightly sealed, there was no point in rushing any verification.

After the town emptied, the group did not act hastily but calmly awaited the nightfall.

Zhong Ye and Ye Cangyi closed their eyes to rest, while Ding Xiang, frazzled, tried to soothe his familiar—a girlfriend and comrade-in-arms.

They still had to live together, and since she was a combatant, abandoning her was unthinkable.

Though the Rabbit Princess seemed of little practical use now, she possessed numerous magical artifacts.

Among them, her summoning creature alone was a treasure beyond measure.

A flying dragon!

One of a man’s ultimate dreams.

Mu Rongxun sat alone outside a dwelling, quietly pondering how to face the coming night.

As dusk deepened, a mist began to shroud the town.

Just like last night, the fog enveloped the streets, leaving the houses with their glowing lights untouched.

Those engaged in other tasks quietly rose and joined Mu Rongxun’s side.

“Let’s go and test my theory,” he said, leading the way.

In this kind of dungeon-like world, he had discovered that sometimes strength was indeed everything.

For example, Ye Cangyi and Zhong Ye were much stronger than him, yet faced with this world’s mysteries, even they were powerless.

The others, unaware of what he had found, followed behind in confusion.

Just like last night, they lined up in a row, though this time with a new member among them.

The Rabbit Princess had once again transformed into a small white rabbit, nestled in Ding Xiang’s embrace, refusing to leave.

Yet she perked up her long ears, attentively listening to the surroundings.

“It’s so scary at night!” she murmured, snuggling closer to Ding Xiang.

Mu Rongxun said nothing, continuing forward calmly.

The routine mirrored their previous night—killing the phantoms lurking in the mist.

When Mu Rongxun reached the same spot he had attacked last night, he once again used Aurora Flash, swiftly flickering to a distant place and then returning just as quickly.

“How is it?” Ding Xiang asked eagerly, seeing his relaxed demeanor.

“I was right,” Mu Rongxun replied lightly.

“These things aren’t truly dead. We killed them last night, but now they’ve reappeared. I can’t be sure about other places, but here I personally struck them down and can confirm the kill. Yet just now, in the same spot, they showed up again.”

“What’s the point of proving they don’t die?” Zhong Ye asked, puzzled.

“Our mission isn’t to kill these creatures!” Ding Xiang added.

“No,” Ding Xiang shook his head. “It matters. Understanding this helps us grasp the town’s truth and the events unfolding here, which is essential to completing our main quest.”

“One doubt is cleared now. Tomorrow night, we’ll test another theory.”

Relieved to have his guess confirmed, Mu Rongxun exhaled deeply.

If it had been wrong, he would have had to rethink everything, and without any leads, even forming hypotheses would be impossible.

“Since your theory’s verified, anything else? Shall we keep investigating or head back?” Ding Xiang asked, frowning.

He genuinely disliked this environment.

The unknown was not frightening; what was terrifying was the kind of unknown that defied understanding.

Because you never knew how to proceed.

“I have another theory to verify,” Mu Rongxun said, glancing toward a brightly lit house nearby.

“You mean…” Ding Xiang immediately grasped his intention.

“Let’s try,” Mu Rongxun smiled.

“Brother Zhong, could you help us break into a house?”

“That’s my specialty!” Zhong Ye laughed, patting his head.

Brains may fail him, but when it came to battle, he had never feared anyone.

He summoned his Eight-Faced Banner, planting it firmly on the ground. Instantly, the eight faces began to rotate and glow.

Qian, Kun, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Dui, Kan, Li!

Each face represented a distinct power.

Now paired in various combinations, they formed myriad patterns.

“Kun-Dui Marsh Flow!”

Centered on the Eight-Faced Banner, a boundless rush of swampy mud and debris surged toward the house.

Though sturdy, the building could not withstand the impact and soon collapsed, creating a large hole.

From inside came several terrified screams.

The cries ceased abruptly, replaced by silence.

Zhong Ye retracted his banner, and the mudslide vanished as suddenly as it had appeared.

Only the gaping hole remained, evidence of what had just transpired.

The impact had shattered nearly half the house’s facade, making the entrance large enough to enter upright.

Inside was a simple dwelling, nothing remarkable.

The interior bore the brunt of the assault, with debris scattered everywhere.

On the bed lay two bodies—corpses, to be precise.

Upon seeing them, the group’s expressions grew uneasy.

They could tell the bodies had been dead for a long time.

Though no obvious decomposition stains had formed, the flesh appeared desiccated and lifeless, utterly devoid of moisture or vitality.

Had these people died under Zhong Ye’s hand, it would have been by suffocation or crushing.

Regardless of the cause, their current state was unnatural.

“They’ve been dead a long time,” Ding Xiang concluded after holding the Rabbit Princess and observing for a while. “They haven’t rotted or decomposed because of some other force—there’s a residue of mysterious power. Looks like your guess was right: this town truly has no living people.”

Throughout, the Rabbit Princess had hidden in his arms, unwilling to open her eyes to the grim sight.

“Let’s record this and see if they reappear tomorrow,” Mu Rongxun said, stepping out first.

Yet his heart was heavy—not only because of his theory but also because of his recent decision.

When had he become so cold-hearted?

To act immediately on a mere suspicion—what if he was wrong?

At the same time, he was amazed at the others’ decisiveness—no hesitation, just action.

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