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Looking at the nearly four-ter-high iron gate in front of him, and the array of spikes vertically aligned at the top.
Scaling it would surely take quite so ti.
If cornered by the undead zombies during the climb, he would be utterly trapped, without any chance of survival.
[Move quickly]
Cetery No. 4 covered a larger area than the others,
with its disordered heaps of graves and varying heights of the land, there was still so room to maneuver.
He turned down the fla of the kerosene lamp to the minimum.
After a short sprint,
Yi Chen reached a hidden slope, with the help of his mory,
where various types and sizes of tombstones stood; his slightly lean body could just hide behind an arch-shaped tombstone.
He put his ear to the ground,
hearing no stray sounds for the mont, he confird that the undead had not yet followed him,
and leaned against the tombstone, curling up as he sat.
Resting against the cold tombstone actually provided Yi Chen with so comfort.
Huff~ Huff~
While catching his breath, he recalled the strange incidents that had just occurred.
"Who locked the gate?
And the outside was locked with iron chains... If I had to guess, it's most likely the work of the 'Organization' ntioned in the Handbook.
Because of the mistake made by this body's original owner, William, the Organization would likely have sent soone to surveil the cetery to prevent bigger mistakes from happening.
Once they found out I was in Cetery No. 4, trying to correct the mistake, they must have locked the gate through so ans.
This would lead more directly and swiftly to one of two outcos.
One, I overco the crisis and handle the zombie transformation incident flawlessly.
Two, I get killed, and they take care of the problem themselves."
Yi Chen didn't dwell on this problem for too long, soon moving on to another matter—the "warning sound" that had just saved him.
"The voice is almost identical to the thank you I heard in Cetery No. 6, could it be...?"
As Yi Chen pondered,
Rustle~
a faint sound of soil shifting reached him,
and the mounded grave in front of him started to stir, as if sothing was about to crawl out.
"This... I was rely using your tombstone to hide, I ant no disrespect!"
Yi Chen instinctively thought that his impolite behavior had disturbed the master of the grave.
While explaining,
he slowly got up and held the hand axe in front of him.
But little did he know.
From within the soil, that familiar and strange voice spoke again:
"Don't stand up now, if 'that guy' detects you at this mont, things will beco quite troubleso..."
As the dirt slid off,
a bizarre mouth erged from between the kinked-up mounds.
The two rows of sharp, white, overly dense teeth were striking, likely double the number of a normal human,
and the other party didn't seem to want to reveal its full appearance, only showing this mouth.
At that mont,
the white teeth opened to a 90° angle.
The inside of the mouth was all black, devoid of any tongue structure... like a dark abyss, staring too long at it might give one the feeling of being sucked inside.
From deep within the mouth,
sothing was continuously floating upwards.
With the help of the dim light from the kerosene lamp, a spherical silhouette was faintly visible.
Eventually,
an eyeball with a black iris and white sclera ca between the teeth, staring intently at Yi Chen.
Perhaps because he had just witnessed the terrifying undead zombies that defied all logic,
this bizarre 'toothed-eye' spectacle didn't frighten Yi Chen.
His instincts told him that this creature might not be dangerous and could even be 'sowhat friendly'.
"Are you the one from Cetery No. 6 earlier?"
After Yi Chen ventured to ask,
from deep within the mouth,
sohow, in a form that was hard to grasp, that strange, conglorate voice erged again:
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"Yes, I'm a resident of the Pet Zone... It just so happens that I recently developed 'Self-awareness' and accidentally knocked over a tombstone while piecing together my physical form."
"I didn't expect a low-level laborer like you to take the initiative to help repair it."
Moreover,
"The 'ti fra' in which you showed up is also problematic,"
"I was very curious about it, so I followed you to take a look."
"Now I understand... It turns out you got into this trouble because you made a mistake and incurred the wrath of the Chaotic Burial Zone's mutants."
His words were filled with many terms that Yi Chen barely understood.
"Are the Pet Zone and Chaotic Burial Zone respectively referring to cetery number 6 and number 4?"
"Yes... The cetery functions like a factory, where different graveyards serve as workshops with different purposes, regularly producing so valuable things.
"The Desecration Zone (2) and Chaotic Burial Zone (4) are the ones most prone to problems.
"As for more information, telling you now would be aningless."
"What you need to do now is to clean up this corpse mutant."
"Will you help?"
Yi Chen asked the most critical question; if he could get help from a fellow 'cetery resident,' his survival rate would greatly increase.
"I can't offer substantial help.
After all, my role in the cetery is just 'pet'; I don't have the capability to deal with such mutants."
As he spoke, the eyeball in his mouth rolled around.
"However~ considering you helped repair the tombstone, I am willing to provide so 'sensory' assistance."
"Sensory?"
Rustle rustle~ The mound of soil loosened further,
and an arm covered in black fur shot out,
supporting the black orb as it erged from the soil to reveal its true form.
The creature stood atop the mound, legs splayed in an assertive stance, as if flaunting its 'Body Shape.'
"Ah, this..."
The terrifying image Yi Chen had conjured in his mind instantly shattered, and he understood why this creature ca from the Pet Zone.
This fluffy black furball was hardly the size of two palms put together.
Its limbs, roughly the sa thickness as a cat's, were sowhat longer,
split into three lobes like fingers, seemingly functioning similarly to paw pads.
When the little guy finished showing off his body,
he leaped,
landing firmly on Yi Chen's shoulder.
That's when the strange thing happened,
click click~
Its slender legs detached into nurous even smaller black tubes.
Sharp as needles at the tips,
they pierced through the cloth,
into the blood and flesh,
'installing' the fluffy body on his shoulder, becoming an exterior appendage.
Besides the vascular connection,
it also perford a neural graft, linking directly to Yi Chen's brain tissue.
Hum!
Upon completion of the installation,
Yi Chen's 'Vision' changed,
The entire visual field widened, and a small window appeared on the right, displaying the visual feed from the eyeball.
As the furball rotated on his shoulder,
he could see the 360° view of the graveyard surroundings.
Such 'split-screen' vision might be hard to adapt to for most, but Yi Chen felt no discomfort—on the contrary, his face showed ecstatic delight.
Most importantly,
when the furball and Yi Chen's eyes both concentrated straight ahead,
the small window lded with the main vision.
The visual field beca clearer, and he could even make out the airborne fungal spores distinctly.
This was the so-called 'sensory' assistance, becoming Yi Chen's 'second eye.'
Similarly,
due to the neural connection,
the small flesh ball could communicate directly with Yi Chen's consciousness, providing tily danger warnings.
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