Wizard Immortal

Chapter 398 Approaching

boom!

In the quiet room, a soft sound suddenly rang out.

On a balcony, a thin figure sat quietly on a rock, staring blankly into the distance.

If someone were standing in front of this figure right now, they would probably be startled by its imposing presence.

Its flesh and blood had completely withered away, leaving only skin and bones, and its black, rotting body looked like a dried corpse buried underground, terrifying and horrifying.

The mummified corpse, wrapped in a black robe, sat on a rock, quietly gazing at the distant, primitive yet bustling city, its scarlet eyes showing no emotion.

"Father, what are you looking at?" A calm voice sounded from behind.

Deep inside the room, Adir, dressed in a coarse cloth robe and wearing animal skin boots, emerged from the dimly lit interior and came to stand behind the mummified corpse.

"I'm watching the city at dusk."

Sensing Adir's aura behind him, the dry corpse didn't turn around, but quietly looked at the scenery in the distance and spoke.

It was dusk, and the sun was gradually setting, casting golden light across the earth, illuminating the surroundings while also heralding the approach of night.

It was just an ordinary scene, but Sengge observed it intently. His scarlet eyes remained unwavering as he stared blankly at the people coming and going on the street in the distance, like a quiet observer, remaining silent the whole time.

"Time is almost up," he murmured to himself, looking at the setting sun in the distance, his eyes seemingly filled with complex emotions.

Adir was taken aback: "What?"

Before him, Sengge, withered and resembling a rotting, dried-up corpse, silently turned around, his gaze fixed on Adir.

Being stared at by such a terrifying dried corpse would make any ordinary person, even a powerful psychic, feel uneasy and have an urge to get away.

But Adir remained calm, his gaze meeting that of the dried corpse before him. He sensed the complexity in the corpse's eyes, his expression serene, his heart unmoved, as if the person before him were just an ordinary person.

"you···"

After a long period of silent observation, a hoarse voice broke the silence.

Looking at Adir, Seng's gaze was somewhat complicated, and his expression twitched slightly, as if he were somewhat surprised: "You...aren't you afraid of me?"

"Why be afraid?" Adir calmly replied, "Fear never solves problems; it only creates new ones."

"Moreover, what surprises me most is that you still retain your own consciousness."

"It's the blood in your veins that brought about these changes in me." Seng's eyes grew increasingly complex. "From the moment you appeared, I knew your identity; you weren't originally from this city..."

Upon hearing this, Adir's expression changed slightly, but he remained silent.

"This city is made up of all people. Every time an outsider enters, it awakens us once, and we eat according to our bloodline." Looking at Adir, Seng spoke to himself.

"Eat?" Adir frowned, seemingly puzzled.

"Yes, eating." Seng nodded. "The world is constantly changing. Every now and then, the environment undergoes drastic changes, entering what you outsiders call a period of stagnation, which causes this entire city to fall asleep."

"Sleeping consumes power, so in order to accumulate the power needed for sleeping, we can only keep hunting down outsiders and using their souls to replenish our power so that we can continue to sleep."

"And this so-called bloodline connection is your method? To allocate the people to eat each time?" Adir said coldly, looking at Seng in front of him.

He wasn't surprised that Seng had entered a period of silence due to the curse.

As a notorious forbidden area in this world, a considerable number of psychics must have entered this city in the past, and many must have been trapped inside. It is not surprising that some of their memories were acquired by this city as their souls were devoured.

"Bloodline is indeed the proof that we eat."

Standing before him, listening to Adir's cold words, Seng nodded, readily admitting it: "Take this one point for example, of all the people in this city, only I have truly awakened this time."

Hearing this, Adir's expression remained unchanged, but he felt a sense of relief.

The fact that Sengge was the only one awakened meant that Lyon had not been exposed this time, which drew all the attention of the forbidden area to Adir.

However, his expression remained cold: "Why don't you make a move?"

The cold words fell, but no reply was received from the person on the other end.

Standing there, looking at Adir before him, Seng's gaze was somewhat complicated, and there seemed to be some emotions in his pair of scarlet eyes.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "At times like this, if we don't make a move against you within seven days after our souls recover, it means we're automatically giving up and handing the opportunity over to the other souls in the city."

"I won't harm you, but when that time comes, all the other souls in the city will be resurrected. I hope you're prepared."

After saying this, he lowered his head unconsciously, silently turned around, and continued to look at the scene in the city in front of him.

"It's the same every year, every recovery brings the same scenery," he murmured, gazing at the distant view without saying another word.

Adir did not continue to try to communicate with him.

After confirming Seng's identity and feeling the passage of time, he decided to break free from the constraints of his current identity and leave the place, heading into the distance.

By this time, it was already dark, and a dim light enveloped the earth. Although it still existed, it was inevitably fading away and about to enter the night.

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"Is it getting dark?"

In a neatly clean courtyard, Lyon, dressed in linen clothes, looked up at the distant sky, put down his farm tools, and prepared to turn around and go back into the house.

After that meeting with Adir, his memories were once again overwritten. Unless Adir stands in front of him and awakens him, under normal circumstances, real memories will be covered by false memories.

As was his usual practice, he would go back inside as dusk approached to prepare for a meal with his family.

However, the atmosphere inside the room was clearly not quite right today. Even though Leon was currently dominated by false memories, he still sensed something was amiss immediately.

Where are they?

He looked at the empty room, somewhat puzzled.

The Caladis family is not a small family; on the contrary, it has many members. Usually, there would be a lot of people gathered inside the house by now, sitting and chatting while waiting for dinner.

But now, the house is completely empty; there isn't a single other member of the tribe to be found, not even a fly.

tread···

Soft footsteps echoed from the rooftop, as if someone was walking upstairs, their steps slow yet firm.

"Upstairs?"

Lyon was somewhat puzzled, yet a strange chill ran down his spine.

A sense of fear was rising within him, a feeling from the bottom of his heart urging him to escape this place as soon as possible.

"Am I being too sensitive? This is my home, what's there to be afraid of?" He shook his head, a hint of self-mockery in his voice: "Looks like my illness hasn't gotten better yet. Just being alone for a while makes me this scared."

tread···

The sound of footsteps was still echoing upstairs, but it was now getting closer to the stairs. It sounded like someone was walking down the stairs with great difficulty, each step taken with great effort.

"Child..." A hoarse, muffled voice came from upstairs, as if the speaker was deliberately lowering their voice, making it very unpleasant to listen to.

"Father." Hearing the voice, Leon subconsciously turned around and looked behind him.

The next moment, his eyes widened, and his scalp tingled.

Behind him, a gaunt, black, desiccated corpse slowly descended from the rooftop. Its outline was somewhat similar to the person in Leon's memory, but its face now appeared extremely terrifying, enough to inspire fear and deter people from making contact with it.

"you!!"

Looking at the familiar, desiccated figure, Leon felt a chill run down his spine and instinctively wanted to scream to vent his fear and dread.

A black, emaciated arm covered in corpse hair suddenly stretched out from in front of him.

Under Li Ang's terrified gaze, the dried corpse opposite him revealed a strange smile, its scarlet eyes filled with endless devouring desire, staring intently at him.

Ahhh! ! !

He watched helplessly as the arm reached out to him, trying to dodge, but his body was completely unable to react. He could only instinctively scream, overwhelmed by fear.

boom! !

It was like a giant rock crashing down from afar, bringing with it a strong wind and a violent impact.

The next moment, the black arm that was gradually expanding in sight suddenly stopped, and then, along with the dried corpse, it was slammed away by a huge force, crashing hard into the wall behind it, smashing a large hole in the wall.

"What..." Leon was stunned. Before he could react to what was happening, he found a figure in front of him.

It was the figure of a thin boy, wrapped in a fur robe common in this era, with his arms hanging naturally at his sides. He stood in front of Leon, his eyes fixed on the desiccated corpse lying on the ground before him, exuding a calm and natural air of composure.

"You are...Amuri?"

He was stunned for a long time before he remembered the boy's name and blurted it out unconsciously.

"Aren't you going to wake up yet?" Turning slightly to look at Leon beside him, Adir shouted, and a huge surge of spiritual power rushed through an item on his body and into Leon.

(End of this chapter)