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The country road near the sea is usually sparsely trafficked, so no one noticed that the light overhead dimmed for a moment.

A transparent barrier of light enveloped Zhu Mingyao, concealing his sound and light while allowing him to float at a low altitude of thirty to forty meters, flying rapidly.

His palms were outstretched, his attention focused on the object he was holding.

The black wooden compass is smooth and shiny, with a thick patina formed over the years by the Mosuo people. The gold-inlaid eight trigrams and the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches symbols shine brightly, shimmering with an ancient spiritual light. It is truly a rare ritual object.

However, the pointer that should have been placed in the center to sense the magnetic field of the energy channels has disappeared without a trace, replaced by a golden reed stalk, making the overall design look somewhat incongruous.

However, Zhu Mingyao clearly did not take this minor matter to heart, but instead gazed into the distance at several gently rolling hills.

A cluster of low-rise town buildings was faintly visible in the distance.

As if manipulated by an invisible hand, the reed stalks floated lightly down from the compass, joining together with several other reeds of varying lengths to form a fragmented panpipe.

This is what Zhu Mingyao has gained from his travels throughout the federal states. As the collection gradually becomes more complete, Pan Shen's perception of the remaining parts of the panpipes is becoming clearer and clearer.

Although there were some minor setbacks and disputes, overall, the whole process was incredibly smooth, almost as if it were divinely ordained.

But his appearance at this moment did not show much joy. Instead, a strange solemnity occasionally appeared in his dark eyes.

"Only one left, they're really keeping their composure..." he muttered to himself in a low voice, seemingly out of nowhere.

The distance of several thousand meters flashed by. Zhu Mingyao rode the wind, swaying left and right and circling above the town, as if trying to determine his location.

With both "sharp eyes" and "keen ears" activated, countless noisy streams of information rushed in, as if hundreds of birds were chattering in one's heart.

Suddenly, his expression shifted, and he discerned a few familiar words from the chaotic conversation of the residents.

"...The terrifying underground cave, the mysteriously disappeared victims, these familiar elements of déjà vu really sent chills down my spine."

Mike walked back and forth in the living room with his arms tightly crossed. His once healthy dark red skin was now as pale as a corpse.

As instructed by the four-person team, the two of them returned home immediately and, through the special contact number provided by Beverly, notified the highest-ranking official authorities they could reach.

Unsurprisingly, in today's world where extraordinary events are frequent, remote towns are a very low priority and no one is taking action for the time being.

"Don't scare yourself," Bill said with a forced smile.

"That devilish clown has never dared to show its face since it was driven away by Beverly's druid teacher years ago."

Besides, didn't she say today that this monster, which deserved to go to hell, is already dead at the hands of exorcists and can no longer harm anyone?

Even so, his face was equally gloomy, not much better than his companion's, and even the warmth emanating from the roaring fireplace could not dispel the chill that emanated from his heart.

Having friends with superhuman abilities and some knowledge about them, he sometimes fantasizes about personally confronting the creatures hidden in the shadows of human society while thinking about scripts in school or conceiving novel content at midnight.

However, when his fantasy came true and the indescribable experience actually befell his friends, Bill truly understood the panic and helplessness of being an ordinary human being.

"I hope Ricky comes back safely."

Bill prayed silently, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly. Just as his emotions were being torn apart, there was a sudden knock on the door.

A strange voice, filled with curiosity, came from outside:

"Excuse me, were you just mentioning a girl named Beverly?"

Chapter 474 Mermaid?

In the dark and quiet space, gray stalactites hung upside down like swords, with a thick, moist aura condensing on them. Following the laws of gravity, a drop of water formed at the tip, swaying for a long time before finally falling down.

"Snapped!"

The cool water droplets exploded on his forehead, like a lightning bolt as thin as a hair, suddenly jolting the man's dazed mind.

As if waking from a chaotic dream, Ricky's eyes twitched rapidly. His eyelids, which were usually as light as a feather, were now as heavy as cast iron. He used all his strength to barely open them a crack.

As if he had just finished an epic marathon, waves of soreness and numbness surged through every muscle fiber in his body, turning into intense fatigue that disturbed his thoughts.

After gathering his strength for a moment, the young man spat out the strange viscous liquid in his mouth with a "poof" sound, and struggled to sit up, panting heavily.

He was surrounded by darkness. As his consciousness returned, his eyes gradually adjusted to the dim environment, and some blurry outlines began to appear.

This is a spacious cave, about the size of two or three basketball courts. The towering ceiling sometimes shimmers with a faint blue fluorescence, and slender stalactites can be vaguely seen hanging down, echoing the stalactites scattered on the ground, like the most exquisite sculpture group in nature.

Ricky stood there stunned for a while before he finally grasped part of the logic.

"What happened? Where am I? I remember..."

hiss--!"

A few scattered and disordered pieces of information had just surfaced in his mind, seemingly about to combine into a graceful figure, but the next moment a dull, throbbing pain struck, like a heavy sandbag hitting his brain, disrupting his recollection.

Choosing to temporarily abandon further investigation, Ricky gasped for breath, braced himself against the ground, and stood up shakily.

A cool, slippery sensation came from his palm, causing him to frown. It was a large pool of sticky, unidentified liquid surrounding him.

A strange, fishy, ​​salty odor emanated from the liquid, just like the strong, unpleasant smell in his mouth. A burning sensation surged up his esophagus, forcing Ricky to vomit violently.

He vomited a few mouthfuls of sour, foul-smelling stomach acid, forced himself to stay alert, carefully avoided the filth on the ground, and began trying to find a way out.

Suddenly, a glimmer of light caught his eye. The faint light in the distance was moving slowly, as if some kind of creature was gradually approaching.

Although still confused, the experience of having been fortunate enough to come into contact with extraordinary powers in his childhood gave the young man a level of alertness beyond that of ordinary people. He gently moved his aching legs, quickly selected the largest stalagmite, and quietly hid behind it.

That tiny glimmer of light, like a ray of hope, drew Ricky's gaze, making his heart pound with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

Faster than expected, a shadowy figure drifted in as if weightless, its silhouette outlined by several lines of light and shadow.

A white ball of light, no bigger than a fingertip, floated in the air like the tail of a firefly, followed closely by a young, innocent-looking woman's face.

Her light golden hair fell haphazardly over her shoulders, and her somewhat rustic face was dotted with a few freckles. Although her overall appearance was not exactly glamorous, it still exuded a youthful charm, but she was a thin girl who looked like a middle school student.

But the obviously ill-fitting, worn-out trench coat and faded denim backpack significantly lowered her overall image.

The girl glanced left and right, her gaze seemingly able to penetrate thick rocks, and locked onto her target.

"Sir, please come with me quickly, that monster is about to return!"

First, a whispering call reached his ears, then he saw a ball of light swaying gently, drawing a semicircle as it drew close to him. Ricky knew he had been exposed, and could only steel himself and stammer as he poked his head out:

"Who...are you? And what do you mean by monster?"

"I don't have time to explain too much. Please believe me, I'll tell you slowly on the way." The girl's tone was anxious, and her slender fingers quickly made several gestures.

Ricky tensed up; an invisible force, like a giant, transparent hand, dragged him out without any resistance.

"At least... tell me who you are, and what's going on..."

Unable to resist following behind the girl, the young man waved his arms and legs wildly, trying to make one last effort.

"My name is Carrie."

The girl must have used some kind of magic, allowing the two of them to glide along the ground with almost imperceptible ease, as if it weren't uneven, rough rocks, but a smooth asphalt road.

She carefully extinguished the light orb, but an illusory fluctuation followed, hovering above Ricky's eyes and allowing him to see into the darkness.

In addition, a transparent, bubble-like barrier quietly opened, concealing their figures and isolating them from sound, light, and even smell during their movements.

Such fluid, swift, and effortless silent multi-casting is so difficult that even within large organizations, it's the domain of senior mid-to-high-level members. Considering the girl's youthful age, it would leave any discerning superhuman astonished.

Even with such impressive strength, she remained extremely nervous, constantly turning back to look around, her hands forming a hand seal, ready for battle, as if some terrifying monster might pounce from behind her at any moment.

"She should be considered... a wandering witch?" The young girl named Carrie's face darkened for a moment, as if some rather unpleasant memories flashed through her mind.

"As for the reason for being here," she said, slowing her pace as she passed a fork in the tunnel and gesturing to her left.

"During my travels, I met a few friends who were also homeless. Their hardships and poverty had not extinguished the kindness in their hearts. However... one day, these good people disappeared."

Carrie turned her head away in anguish, unable to bear the sight of the tragic scene.

The wide crevices in the rocks were filled with withered corpses, their black and yellow skin stretched tightly to their emaciated arms, like simple crosses raised at an angle in front of desolate graves in the wilderness, silently telling of the despair and fear they had suffered in life.

"Because I have some special abilities, I followed the clues and ended up here."

"Ugh." Ricky covered his mouth in alarm, but he was quick-witted and immediately understood the meaning behind the girl's words.

"I'm one of them, aren't I?"

Inspired by the information revealed by the other party, a vague image resurfaced in Ricky's mind, but it was disturbed by the familiar dizziness and pain, making it difficult to distinguish for the time being.

"These victims all seem to be men?"

Not daring to linger too long, the two set off again after a brief stop. Just as Ricky was about to turn his gaze away from the gruesome pile of corpses, a sudden thought struck him, as if he had just realized something.

However, just as he was deep in thought, a strange voice suddenly rang out.

"Honey, where are you going?"

The soft voice was as gentle as cotton and as smooth as a clear spring, possessing a captivating magic.

One second they were extremely far away, and the next they were right in front of each other.

A graceful figure drew closer, swaying from side to side like a snake as she moved, with tiny, pearl-like scales gliding along her limbs, creating an ethereal and dreamlike effect.

Ricky's expression was dazed for a while, and the figure in his mind finally materialized completely. At the same time, the strange encounters he had recently had seemed to gradually emerge from the depths of the sea like shadows.

His face turned deathly pale in an instant, as if by magic, and he screamed in horror:

"That guy, that weirdo..."

However, as the words were about to come out, an inexplicable force arose out of nowhere, like a fierce tide pouring into his heart.

The young man's facial muscles contorted rapidly, his gaze shifting from dazed to numb, before settling on longing and submission.

“...That is, my mermaid princess.”

Chapter 475 A Narrow Encounter 1

"Bah!"

A large, heavy, crescent-shaped battle axe protruded, with illusory, lava-like light and shadow flowing across its blade, making the owner's bronze skin appear slightly reddish.

Holger spat out the earthy taste from his mouth, shook his head, and flicked the mud and sand off his head.

"That lurking monster, is it a rat's offspring? The dog hole it dug is really long."

No wonder she complained. Nearly half an hour had passed since they descended underground, yet they still hadn't seen a single living person. Even with the help of magic, her burly body still frequently bumped into each other in the narrow passageway.

This dark and winding tunnel was like an endless maze, filled with a damp and putrid smell, interspersed with occasional faint and strange noises of unknown origin, which was really unsettling.

"I think it's more like some kind of marine creature than a rat." Edkin carefully distinguished the thin slime along the way. Having lived in the coastal city of New Orleans for most of his life, he was all too familiar with this fishy smell, which was similar to that of rotting fish.

As they were talking, the long tunnel suddenly ended, and the space in front of them opened up.