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  As soon as the words were spoken, the Fatty seemed to suddenly realize something. He raised his head aated before asking, "Could it be... could it be that they heard something?"

  Based on the reas of the blonde man and the others, it seemed they had heard some kind of sound, and it had terrified them so much that they ran off immediately.

  "Do you mean that there is a sound ihis room that ordinary people ot hear?" The rock-climbing woman’s expression became strange.

  When these words were spoken, everyoheir breath, as if by being quiet, they might actually hear something.

  Outside the small window, the city floating on the sea was still brightly lit, with light spots occasionally moving within it. Most likely, these were people carrying torches.

  A faint bck mist enveloped the city, and the sound of waves made the city on the sea seem even more mysterious.

  A few seds ter, Jiang g and the Young Master’s pupils suddenly shrank; they really did hear something!

  It was a weak but very hurried sound of breathing.

  And it was ing from this room.

  Apart from them, there were others in this room!

  The two of them quickly pinpoihe location of the breathing sound: it was ing from the basket that had beeo store firewood earlier.

  The Young Master raised his tord approached, while Jiang g held his inguished tor his other hand, using it as a on.

  At this moment, the advantage of their team, made up entirely of experienced pyers, became clear. No one panicked; everyone calmly took their positions.

  Jiang g, the Young Master, and the Fatty moved forward, while the rock-climbing woman, the little girl, and the tall man guarded the o behind them. No matter whether it ershost ihey couldn’t afford to lose their escape route.

  The Young Master quickly reached out and lifted the lid off the basket, revealing a face twisted beynition.

  "It's her!" the Fatty excimed in shock.

  An elderly woman was curled up ihe basket. Her face was green, her features grotesquely twisted, awo withered, cw-like hands were tightly c her mouth, her eye sockets almost splitting open.

  At the first sight of the woman, the Fatty immediately recalled the appearance of Xie Yu from the first nightmare when he died.

  What had scared this woman to this point?

  And as the Fatty looked at the basket, he had been w for a long time how a full-grown adult could fit i. A 6-7-year-old child might just about fit, but he couldn’t figure out how the woman mao crawl in.

  Many others shared the same thought, but due to their preceptions, they hadn’t checked all the baskets in their rush.

  That was their ht.

  Jiang g and the Young Master quickly moved the woman out of the basket. She seemed to have been shtehat she had lost her senses. All she did was shiver and desperately try to cover her mouth with her hands.

  As Jiang g held the woman’s arm, he realized how thin she was—so thin that it was almost unimaginable. Her skin was ed around delicate bones, much like the Jews imprisoned in tration camps during World War II.

  After helping the woman to sit aside, she kept trembling, her eyes vat and unfocused. Everyone looked at her with a mix of curiosity.

  The rock-climbing woman tried to close the stone door to the room, but was stopped by the little girl.

  The group formed a semicircle, with the elderly woman trembling alone in the er.

  They flipped through the remaining baskets, then carefully searched the whole room again. They moved the shelves but found no trace of the biker girl.

  "Where did the woman who was left behind go?" the rock-climbing woman asked.

  She had seen enough of this woman's ugly face. Her patience running thin, she stepped forward and grabbed the woman's colr with a forceful grip, her forearm muscles bulging as she lifted the . "I’m asking you! Where did the woman go? Did you harm her?"

  Many people in the nightmare weren't killed by ghosts; they died at the hands of their own untrolled emotions. The Young Master stepped forward to separate the two.

  The rock-climbing woman gave a forceful shove, sending the woman to the ground.

  The woman y there in a lifeless state, her eyes bnk, and her body horrifically withered. "It’s ing," the woman suddenly said, "Everyone’s going to die."

  "What did you say?" The Fatty’s voice ged in fear as he sed the surroundings, "Who’s ing? Did something e?"

  "I heard its voice," the woman suddenly became agitated, her voice shrill, "I heard its voice! It’s calli’s calling me!"

  "It reized me! It must have reized me!!"

  The woman seemed to be in a trance, muttering to herself at an increasingly rapid pace. It felt as though she were versing with another person inside her, "I should have died here, died with them!"

  "No!" The woman stared with bloodshot eyes and shouted, "It’s not just me! It definitely felt them too! They didn’t die! None of us died!"

  "We’re all alive! No, it’s you! You’re all alive, all living inside my body," the woman cried and ughed, her eyes full of both ferocity aion.

  "It’s waiting for us. Waiting for us to return. No one escape, no one!!"

  At this point, the woman suddenly tilted her head and colpsed to the floor, silent.

  After a brief hesitation, the Young Master quickly stepped forward, first cheg for the woman’s breath, then feeling her neck. He turned around and sighed, "She’s fainted."

  The woman had been in poor health, so it made sehat she fainted after such agitation.

  After settling the woman, the others sat in a circle to discuss what to do .

  "Did you really hear something?" the Fatty licked his lips, gng at the woman’s resting position, and whispered, "She said she heard it too."

  "She might have gone mad and is just rambling," the rock-climbing womaed angrily. "I suspect the disappearance of the other person is reted to her."

  The Young Master smiled. "But this crazy woman hasn’t seen anyone from Bckstoown."

  The rock-climbing woman was stunned for a moment, then her expression turned dark.

  He was right. This woman had never seen anyone from Bckstoown, so she couldn’t possibly know the information they brought. Yet, their stories strangely matched, especially when it came to the "sound."

  The woman said she heard it too—the sound.

  A chill slowly spread over everyone’s hearts. It seemed that this so-called "sound" was real, but most people couldn’t hear it.

  And the most helpless thing was that the only person who could sehe "sound" had already fainted, and her mind was clearly disturbed. The things she said made no logical sense.

  "Let’s just leave it for now, everyo," the Young Master g the city on the sea. "I’ll take the first watch, then..."

  "It’s whale song," the little girl softly said.

  Her voice was light, but carried an undeniable strength. She looked up at the tall man who was squatting beside her, tightly gripping her arm. She patted his hand, then shifted her gaze and tinued, "That sound is whale song. Normal people ’t hear it, but he ."

  (End of the Chapter)

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