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  "Although the curse has already spread, the existence of the building seems to be able to somewhat restrain the curse. The strahings in the forest ot invade our town,"

  "Of course, when we d, we will never approach the forest."

  "In other words, apart from some restris, your life here is not much different from life on the shore," Jiang g said slowly, "For example, the normal cycle of life ah, I uand it this way?"

  "If things like the day and night ceasing, being trapped at sea by perpetual fog, or food shes are nothing in your eyes, then yes," the blonde man said frankly.

  "The way to break the curse is to light the lighthouse and keep it burning?"

  "That's right."

  "How long will it take?"

  The blonde man thought for a moment, then shook his head, "The priest didn't say. She only told us the method to break the curse, but it's certain it won't take long."

  Ran pced one hand oable and looked at the blonde man, saying, "Sihe priest found the way to break the curse, then she must have alshe in of this ritual, which is the source of the curse."

  "Who is it?" Ran asked.

  Hearing this, the Fatty’s expression grew more serious. He had already heard the strange whale song, curious about whatever could make such a sound.

  No, the Fatty instinctively dismissed that word.

  It was too weak and fragile, pletely unworthy of matg the entity that made the whale song, along with that deep, resonatibeat, like a mountain shaking from the depths of the o.

  That had to be something beyond their uanding.

  It was like something that oed in the drunken halluations of wandering bards, or in another pletely unknown dimension.

  To be ho, the Fatty wasn’t too sure about the idea of lighting the lighthouse to break the curse, but still, it had to be done. He felt uneasy doing nothing, and feared it would make his heart race even more.

  But fortunately, he still had the doctor. The Fatty stole a hopeful g the doctor, only to realize that the doctor seemed to be listening carefully to the blonde man’s words, deep in thought.

  However, the Fatty noticed the doctor’s hand iently rolling his throat, and saw the doctor stealthily moving the rge cw of a crab he had broken off from the stoable to the edge and slowly slipping it into his pocket.

  Theook another one, like a squirrel st food for the winter.

  "We don’t know its name, but acc to the priest, no one glimpse its true form. Its massive body is covered with hard scales the size of small mountains, and its sharp teeth are like the steepest mountain peaks. Standing at its head and tail, one see both the sunrise and su. It is beyond human prehension, and mortals only crawl before it," the blonde man tinued.

  "With the slightest tremor of its body, it will ftten the cliffs beh the sea. Every breath it takes will create terrifying waves, capsizing all ships in its path."

  "It doesn't care about joy or sorrow because, in its eyes, all living beings are mere ants."

  These words, which seemed like medieval nonsense, actually pierced a few ears at that moment, as if, upon hearing them, they had already lived through a dark, stifically unfouime.

  Witches were bound to stakes and burned alive, crows cirg overhead, and young girls in white dresses praying and weeping oreets, everything whispered in the darkness.

  The darkness held no light.

  Just as the Fatty was gradually sinking into these dark delusions, the sound appeared agaiy, loud, and crushing all the grandeur in its path.

  The sed, by the time he realized it, he was already on his way back.

  Ran walked at the front, holding a torch.

  The doctor was by his side.

  Looking back, the brightly lit Bckstoown gradually blurred.

  He didn’t know when they had left.

  A road made of bck mist y beh their feet. Unlike when they came, the people of Bckstoown were no longer seen around them.

  The Fatty thought for a moment and figured that perhaps they were worried that when the bck fog disappeared, they wouldn’t make it back to Bckstoown in time.

  "Doctor," the Fatty whispered, "Do you think what they said is true? Could there really be such a thing?"

  Jiang g also held a torch, but it was held low, and the Fatty could only see the lower half of his faot his eyes, which made the Fatty feel a little unfortable.

  "Doctor?" The Fatty waited for a while, then asked again.

  Jiang g suddenly stopped, causing the Fatty beside him to stop as well. The doctor raised his head, seemingly looking ahead, and the Fatty blinked, following his gaze.

  The torch ahead had somehow go. Apart from the distant light from the t lighthouse, everything ahead was dark.

  In the darkness, Ran’s voice was heard, and he seemed to sigh, making the voiclear.

  "Mr. Hao must have thought of it, too," Ran’s voice tinued, "The church, the female priest... Heh," he ughed lightly, "Only baptized men effectively receive the holy orders. Although many of the faithful do not follow the Bible, the church must follow church w, especially in those dark times."

  "It seems that we have truly entered something serious this time," Ran’s gaze actually became clearer in the darkness, "Mr. Hao."

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  "Sizzle, sizzle."

  The fire ahead was burning.

  In the firelight stood a strong figure, but at this moment, the figure was huddled tightly, unusually helpless.

  Liang Long squatted alone in the spacious hall on the first floor of the building, and the surrounding area was strangely quiet.

  After parting ways with Jiang g and the others, she hadn’t returo the lighthouse but chose to stay behind.

  Although it was dark and silent here, far from her panions, just the thought of that twisted-faced old woman made her feel uneasy.

  She was nht.

  Liang Long was sure of that.

  And if she were to return, she would have to go alohrough the dark stairs, and something happening there seemed pletely normal.

  Thinking of this, she threw a few more logs into the fire. Fortunately, in this hall, besides various stone pilrs and carvings, there were also some scattered dry branches.

  Otherwise, she would have to hold a tord wait for the others to return.

  Her thoughts were suddenly filled with a face. Liang Long shuddered instinctively. It was that man named Ran. She had heard about him before.

  At first, it was from one of her previous teammates.

  Although her teammate had survived the nightmare, he went mad after returning to the real world, repeatedly mumbling Ran's name.

  Aernal stimulus would cause her extreme fear, and she would seal herself off pletely, even curling up in a small space.

  (End of the Chapter)

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