"I don’t recognize it..." Mao Feiyang said with a sowhat complicated tone.
No, you definitely recognize it. Lin Yi thought to himself.
"Really, I don’t." Mao Feiyang added, "It’s just... it just feels sowhat familiar."
"Have your mories been modified too?" Lin Yi muttered.
Mao Feiyang smirked, "It’s just not the ti for them to co back, but... if I really recognize that tombstone, you’d be in trouble again."
"Why? What’s it got to do with if you recognize it?" Lin Yi asked.
Mao Feiyang didn’t reply.
At that mont, the Old Cowboy, who had been lying on the ground, grew anxious as he hadn’t touched Mao Feiyang’s clothes. He opened his mouth wide, and under his bushy beard ca a peculiar syllable, different from his usual bubbling phlegm sound.
The sound had only one tone, like the blast of so ancient horn.
At the sa ti, Lin Yi seed to sense sothing and quickly looked toward the misty edge of the cetery, where he saw heads bobbing in the mist, bodies swaying like zombies, beginning to approach.
The call of the Old Cowboy seed to summon more "layer natives."
Just then, the perception domain Lin Yi had been expanding finally detected a very familiar scent...
As soon as he recognized the "scent," an image of a dimly lit hallway and a rusty iron door at its end appeared in his mind.
The lone iron door stood there; behind it was the little girl’s bedroom.
"That’s it! Maozi, that’s it!!" Lin Yi shouted.
"I know it! Old Lin, I know it!!" Mao Feiyang shouted as well.
He cast one last look at the tombstone and then sprinted in the direction Lin Yi had sensed.
"Thump thump thump thump thump..."
Mao Feiyang’s footsteps hamred on the wet grass, making a series of noises as countless figures outside the cetery began to move along with him.
The Old Cowboy, grabbing his legs that Mao Feiyang had severed, watched as countless at tendrils began to writhe and ld, eventually repairing his legs.
"I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTo!"
"I AvgruNnen av tåKe og mørke jaGer forTapte Sjeler fanTo!"
"I AvgruNnen..."
The Old Cowboy chanted warnings as he gradually picked up speed, chasing Mao Feiyang, while similar chants echoed through the thick mist.
Eventually, the entire world was filled with overwhelming chants.
As the chants intensified, a violent wind began to sweep through the cetery. Despite being surrounded by mountains, rancid fish and shrimp odors, along with the stench of seawater filled with floating corpses, surged in the wind...
Mao Feiyang reached the tombstone.
This tombstone was no different from the others, yet when Lin Yi gazed upon it, he felt a chilling coldness rise from his feet to his apical bone.
On the tombstone, a string of ancient symbols was scribbled:
"PUDDING"
"Pudding?" Lin Yi was dumbfounded, "If I’m not mistaken, this is... English?"
It was genuinely pure English.
Neither any ancient script nor traditional characters, but pure English.
"’Pudding’?" He was truly stunned; who would carve the na of a food on a tombstone?
"Or maybe it’s not English, just looks like it..." Mao Feiyang said, not convincing himself, "But ’she’ certainly hasn’t forgotten at all... Haha..."
"What?" Lin Yi was full of questions, "Who’s ’she’? Maozi, are you hiding sothing from ?"
Mao Feiyang sighed deeply, "Don’t ask, you’ll cry if you know."
"How would I know if you don’t tell ... Wait, I... I used to know?" Lin Yi suddenly realized sothing.
Mao Feiyang remained silent, "Yes, you knew, you’ve always known... and you’ll rember soday, but not now."
"But..."
"Alright, enough talking, prepare for transition!" Mao Feiyang interrupted Lin Yi abruptly, slowly calming his emotions, "Don’t say anything now, we’re being held by this layer, we need to clear our minds to escape..."
After he spoke, Mao Feiyang took a deep breath and then... slowly closed his eyes.
Closing one’s eyes was a perilous act.
Yet, Mao Feiyang closed his eyes.
Given Mao Feiyang’s prior instructions, Lin Yi dared not ask more questions nor doubt Mao Feiyang’s judgnt, telling himself, "Ask when it’s over" and "Watch carefully, learn well, practice makes perfect."
Lin Yi slowly retracted his perception, enveloping Mao Feiyang, monitoring subtle changes in the layer.
Gradually, he sensed the grass beneath Mao Feiyang’s feet begin to soften, no, not just soften but transform into a texture akin to swamp, and soon, even that swamp-like texture changed, as if Mao Feiyang was standing on a massive, pulsating mass of flesh...
"Swish swish swish... swish swish swish..."
The grass in the cetery sprang to life with frenzied growth, towering over Mao Feiyang’s body like imnse seaweed, as murky silt surged in waves filled with wretched screams:
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