Ke’er braced herself on Yan Junze’s shoulder, gazing at the pursuers behind them.
The Crawler Monster was also breaking the rear under Yan Junze’s feet. Although it appeared to be very concerned about its image, it fought without hesitation.
This was a Crawler Monster that had evolved within the Spaceti Atlas, and at this mont, it brought a pleasant surprise to Yan Junze.
The rolling mound of corpses quickly followed them onto the street, still madly pursuing Yan Junze.
These children had been burned to death, and even though they remained in the Lin Family courtyard, they were not confined there. Their Obsession was to find out who had left and to ensure that everyone stayed together now.
So even though they now knew that the one who left was Ning, the fact that Long had left again was absolutely not acceptable.
It was also fortunate that they had been causing chaos in the courtyard for so long; it was now nearing one in the morning, and the people of Rock were asleep. Otherwise, such a large pile of corpses appearing on the street would likely have ant that the supernatural event team’s 4747 hotline would be bombarded with calls from the local people of Rock all at the sa ti.
Yan Junze was of average stamina. Even though the weight of Ke’er on his body could be ignored, running with sothing tucked away was definitely not as effortless as sprinting alone, and it took so extra effort.
Before he could even get out of the back street, he was already gasping for air.
The mound of corpses behind him rolled quickly, with black viscous liquid dripping continuously during the roll.
Apparently, the mound of corpses was naturally sticky, so every ti it rolled, sothing sticky would get stuck to it, and then be flung off due to the rolling, making a sound like repeatedly kneading rubber clay.
To Yan Junze’s ears, this sound seed like a death knell, compelling him to keep desperately running, without any slack.
If this were a world of martial arts or cultivation, the individual strangenesses from before could be considered one of The Seven True Masters, but now these brats were essentially united as one, forming a True Sword Formation or having mastered the Unrivaled Sovereignty Technique.
Their strength, undoubtedly, was not even in the sa league as before.
Yan Junze was not in the mood to let the Crawler Monster and Ke’er engage in a fight with the enemy. Of course, the notion of being outnumbered and pulling off a miracle wasn’t likely. If a fight did take place, the outco would probably be his own side coming to an unfortunate end.
Now, it was a race against speed; reaching Building 39 on Main Street would an they had achieved victory.
At that mont, a stone struck Yan Junze on the back of his head.
Yan Junze winced with pain and turned his head to see that the little tykes had stretched their arms out of the corpse pile and were grabbing stones from the road to furiously throw at him.
’’Hey, you little brats, playing dirty, huh!’’
As his head throbbed with pain, Yan Junze couldn’t help but curse out loud.
Ke’er on his shoulder shot out with a swoosh, heading straight for the mound of corpses.
In the process of leaping over, Ke’er’s limbs grew rapidly, much like the ti when she was flung out by Yan Junze while washing hair, becoming akin to a humanoid spider as she pounced onto the mound of corpses.
"Yah yah yah..."
With a flurry of frenzied scratching and biting, Ke’er’s attacks were unexpectedly swift and fierce, large chunks of black viscous fluid fell off, along with half a finger, chunks of charred flesh, and so on.
Then Ke’er sprung back, landing on Yan Junze’s shoulder once more.
They had now entered Main Street, with Building 39 not far ahead.
The panting Yan Junze, carrying Long, hurried his steps. His legs, which felt as if they were filled with lead, now seed reinvigorated as if injected with new vitality, propelling him over fifty ters forward to the entrance of the target building.
As if responding to their arrival, Ye Zhennan’s spirit appeared simultaneously at the entrance of Building 39. She was in a white dress, fluttering in the breeze, and her gaze fell instantly on the "charred" son in Yan Junze’s arms.
’’That... uh... hey... hey...’’ No longer able to support himself, Yan Junze threw Long down in front of Ye Zhennan, gasping, ’’Your... son... hey...
was... burned... burned to death... hey... hey, it’s... him.’’
The next second, the mound of corpses rolled up from behind.
Yan Junze imdiately retrieved Ke’er and the Crawler Monster into a node, turned around to face the mound of corpses, and stood beside Ye Zhennan.
Ye Zhennan seed to have grasped the situation; her gaze suddenly turned sharp as she stared at the approaching mound of corpses.
As it neared, she opened her mouth, and her Long-tongued Zhenzhen lashed out, striking the fused mass of corpses and shattering it to pieces.
Massive dismbered remains split apart, as though a light rain had suddenly started to fall, spreading over the ground in front of building number 39.
No longer could one discern a complete child.
"That intense?"
Yan Junze was taken aback, watching as the shattered remnants on the ground remained still for about ten seconds before they started to slowly move, gather, and reassemble themselves.
This ti, however, these little fellows suddenly beca very quiet, neatly gathering together without making a sound, without showing any hint of daring to co forward again.
It seems that so things are naturally subdued by others.
Yan Junze sumd up his insights from this "strangeness chasing people" encounter.
At this ti, Ye Zhennan had already taken her son, Little Long, into her arms, and looking at the child whose appearance was completely unrecognizable, she was still certain from the bottom of her heart that this was her true child.
"Mom," Little Long spoke.
And gently embraced Ye Zhennan.
Ye Zhennan also silently hugged Little Long back.
Yan Junze was pleasantly surprised, as the anticipated scene of weeping and wailing and crying in each other’s arms did not occur.
It seems television dramas are all deceitful.
Strangeness, they only seek to fulfill the obsessions of their forr lives.
"Child, mom was wrong," Ye Zhennan said softly, "I didn’t take good care of you."
Yan Junze walked to the side, giving mother and son so ti to talk, while his gaze stayed fixed on the pile of corpses on the street side that dared not move anymore.
At this mont, the pile of corpses seed to be glaring at Yan Junze too, exuding resentnt and unwillingness.
"Alright, now I want to challenge Jiang Ruixin’s record," Yan Junze got excited, staring unblinkingly at the pile of corpses.
However, not long after the staring contest had begun, the Spaceti Atlas sent a notification of task completion.
[The Hanged Woman, Anxiety-Inducing (dium), Completed, Reward: 300 points of Different Dinsion Energy.]
[Drop the Handkerchief, Trembling with Fear (dium), Completed, Reward: 600 points of Different Dinsion Energy.]
Yan Junze looked up to see Ye Zhennan leading Little Long towards the waiting pile of corpses, and as Little Long glanced back at his mother, his body slowly rged into the pile.
After Little Long had successfully rejoined the pile, it did not depart but simply vanished transparently right under Yan Junze’s watch.
Ye Zhennan turned around, walking towards Yan Junze.
"Your obsession is fulfilled, you can leave this ho now," said Yan Junze, with a smile.
"Thank you," Ye Zhennan nodded, her expression calm.
Yan Junze remained seated on the steps, asking, "How do ’strangenesses’ understand the word ’freedom’?"
Ye Zhennan was slightly taken aback but did not respond.
Perhaps she deed it unimportant, or maybe for strangenesses, the concept of "freedom" no longer existed.
"Alright then." Yan Junze decided not to worry about it any further and stood up.
A mont later, the likeness of a woman in a white dress was added to the 12th node. Read new chapters at empire
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