Thud thud—thud thud—
The sound of crying echoed in Wu Liang’s ears like the song of the sirens, and with it ca the accelerating heartbeat.
It felt like the sound wasn’t just heard through the ears; it seed as if his brain was crying too.
The next mont, Wu Liang felt his muscles start to tremble uncontrollably, and a naless sorrow surged from the depths of his heart, as if every cell in his body wanted to cry.
"Whew... Is this the level of influence a regular infected source can achieve?" Wu Liang exhaled and remarked.
Although the desire to cry only appeared for a mont before he suppressed it.
But even a montary impact revealed the great power it held.
Because of the presence of the Ghost Compendium in his brain, there seed to be nothing that could directly alter the Ghost Compendium yet.
For a normal person, upon feeling the intense sadness within, they might already be crying unknowingly.
Tap tap tap—
Walking next to the crying little boy, Wu Liang squatted down and silently watched him.
Perhaps noticing Wu Liang’s approach, the boy cried even harder.
"Waa waa waa... waa waa waa... uh!?"
As he cried so hard that his voice beca hoarse, a large hand suddenly covered his mouth, blocking it completely.
The boy looked at Wu Liang in horror, but only found endless indifference in his eyes.
"Mm! Mm!"
Perhaps because he couldn’t make a crying sound, the boy seed increasingly uneasy, constantly pulling at Wu Liang’s hand in an attempt to move it.
But how could his strength compare to Wu Liang’s City-Destroying level physique?
Failing to remove the hand, the boy could only issue muffled whimpers from his mouth.
His struggles did not move Wu Liang at all; he continued to observe silently.
About ten seconds later, crimson viscous blood began to flow from the boy’s eyes, ears, mouth, and nose, and his body started to seize.
Seeing this, Wu Liang finally released his hand that was covering the boy’s mouth.
"Waa waa waa... waa waa waa!"
Wu Liang couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but the boy’s crying seed louder after he was freed.
Shaking his head in resignation, he walked into the city, his eyes now filled with uncontrollable killing intent.
The observation of blocking the crying just now made Wu Liang realize a painful fact—the people affected by supernatural infection were no longer aware of themselves.
The boy wasn’t crying just physically; his soul and brain were crying in sorrow too.
So even forcibly preventing crying from the outside couldn’t stop supernatural infection; it would only continuously fill them with inner sadness until their bodies couldn’t take it and collapsed entirely.
Wu Liang had no doubt that if he continued to cover the boy’s mouth, the boy would soon explode and die.
"Thus, there’s no way to cover the city in mist and block everyone’s mouths, as that would only accelerate their demise."
"But is their self-awareness destroyed, or just covered by supernatural infection?"
Wu Liang pondered the current situation as he walked into the city.
If he could think of a quicker solution, then He Zhan wouldn’t need to be the so-called bait.
But he couldn’t determine the self-awareness of the victims, as not perceiving it didn’t an it was destroyed.
If it was the latter, then finding the Crying Ghost and eliminating it might an there was hope for the city’s people to regain self-awareness, possibly reducing casualties.
But if it was the forr... then from this mont, the city folks were beyond saving.
In that case, Wu Liang would opt for the fastest and most straightforward solution—eliminate them.
Since the victims were essentially dead, he might as well have the Mist Ghost clean up the sound-making sources in the city.
This would ease the pressure on He Zhan’s side, removing the need to constantly worry about the interference from various sources.
"Waa waa waa... waa waa waa..."
As Wu Liang considered experinting with a victim, he found himself outside a funeral ho at the city’s edge.
The cries inside varied, suggesting there were quite a few people inside.
Wu Liang was concerned about a lack of sources; he couldn’t just rely on the boy from before. After all, what if the boy’s self-awareness was salvageable?
So he planned to find more people to study the different characteristics of the crying influence.
Cre-eak—
Opening the funeral ho’s door, Wu Liang beca silent for a few monts as he gazed at the scene inside.
After several seconds, he sighed, "It seems unrealistic to clear the city’s sources. Is this supernatural infection so wicked? It doesn’t spare even the dead?"
He then walked to the center of the mourning hall.
Traditionally, the deceased’s body would be handled with care, dressed up by makeup artists, and placed in a transparent crystal coffin at the front of the mourning hall.
This way, friends and family could see them one last ti.
And eventually, on the set date, they would be taken away, cremated, and buried as a collection of ashes.
However, Wu Liang saw the already dressed-up body at the front of the mourners rise from the crystal coffin, continuously emitting chilling cries.
This Crying Ghost’s supernatural contagion affected not only the living but even corpses beca sources!
"Waa waa waa... ugh!"
Before the corpse could continue sobbing, Wu Liang’s hand was already pressing against its head.
Applying force, even the hardest bones couldn’t prevent Wu Liang’s fingers from piercing through the skull like a drill.
The next second, before the corpse could struggle, Wu Liang pulled its head out like a radish from the ground.
"Well, you’re already dead anyway; help verify if a severed head is still affected," Wu Liang said, squatting to look at the head on the ground.
But the sound only paused for a few seconds when he twisted the head off, and after hitting the ground, it trembled and issued eerie cries again.
Beyond that, Wu Liang’s gaze shifted to a dark corner of the mourning hall.
"Waa waa waa... waa waa waa..."
Soft cries ca from the shadows.
Yet there was no one there...
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