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  "Fatty," Jiang g's voiterrupted his thoughts. When he came to his senses, he realized they had already arrived in front of the sed stone door. The doctor and Ran had separated from their previously close position.

  They each took a position oher side, standing in different spots.

  "Wait outside for me," Jiang g said in his usual tone, with a rhythm in his speech, "I'll go in with Brother to handle some matters. If I don't call for you, don't e in and disturb us."

  Fatty paused for a moment at the words, his mind still lingering on his earlier specution, not fully processing what had been said. But trusting the doctor, he nodded and muttered, "Take your time, there’s no rush, I'll wait outside."

  Ran grinned and squi Fatty, saying, "Then we'll trouble Brother Fatty to wait."

  "What's he being troubled about," Jiang g, casting a sidelong g Ran, grumbled, "If anyone is going to be troubled, it should be me!"

  Ran tilted his head and gave Jiang g a longer look, then made a brief eye gesture without speaking, stepping bad slipping into the stone door.

  Once Ran had left, Fatty quickly jogged up to Jiang g’s side. With an urgeill lowered voice, he asked, "Doctor, won't anything happen to you if you go in alone? I just feel like something's off inside..."

  Jiang g smacked his lips, turning to the ed Fatty and saying, "Rex," patting his waist and grinning, "Don't you know how strong I am? I'm the king of the night."

  Fatty automatically blocked out the rest of what he said, though he still advised the doctor to be careful. If anythi wrong, he could call out loudly, and Fatty would rush in to help.

  "Stay alert here," the doctor suddenly spoke, his pyful expression gone. He pulled his gaze aoi the floor below. After a few seds, he said, "There's something wrong below."

  Fatty widened his eyes slowly.

  "Brother Hao," Ran looked at Jiang g, who was cautiously stepping inside, and chuckled, "What are you doing? With me here, are you still worried about someone ambushing us from behind the door?"

  Jiang g patted his clothes and, with a slightly awkward apology, said, "Don't mind me, Brother . When I was young, I was bitten by a dog hidden behind a door."

  He sed the surroundings. Aside from the old woman huddled in the er, there was no sign of Su An.

  Su An had also disappeared.

  But uhe other two who had vanished, it was clear that Su An had disappeared from this very room, and because he was severely injured, it was impossible for him to have left the room.

  So... both of them turheir gaze toward the trembling old woman in the er.

  The culprit was obvious.

  Both men were clever. From the information gained from the stone sb and the carvings oone pilrs, along with their own judgment, they were able to piece together most of the story.

  It had to be said that the history of Bck Stoown was far more plicated than they had inally thought.

  And the "things" in Bck Stoown, the story they told, was a plete lie.

  They were not the inal inhabitants.

  Jiang g had long been suspicious. How could the natives of this isoted isnd have created iron ons?

  Or mass-produced them?

  They were invaders, who had arrived here e wooden ships.

  Just like the pilgrims who nded in Plymouth ih tury aboard the Mayflower, unwele by the gover at the time.

  The first carving oone pilr recorded the in of these invaders.

  Torrential waves surged across the sea, and these invaders had probably stumbled upon the isnd by ce, or perhaps their ship had run agrouhe isnd after a shipwreck.

  The kied loatives had weled them, providing food and shelter.

  Soon, the invaders became familiar with the local inhabitants, the inal residents of Bck Stoown.

  This was also the message expressed in the sed picture: two groups of people, dressed entirely differently, gathered together with the sea in the background. The figures were twisting, seemingly dang and singing.

  Ihird picture, some people were chopping wood in the forest, while others were climbing in and out of a ship that had run aground by the shore. It seemed they were helping to repair the ship.

  But strangely, whether they were chopping wood or repairing the ship, all the workers were dressed in straire, while the supposed invaders were lurking in the shadows, whispering to each other, occasionally pointing toward the forest.

  Clearly, they had discovered something.

  And it recisely this discovery that made them unwilling to leave Bck Stoown and instead eain other thoughts.

  In the following pictures, the perspective shifted, and the brushstrokes became bolder and sharper.

  On a pitch-bight, a long line of people silently gathered outside the town and theured into the forest.

  The use of trast made the iions clear. On the left side of the picture was the group entering the forest, while on the right side was a group of people lying in bed, sleeping soundly.

  The oering the forest were the natives, while the ones sleeping soundly were the invaders.

  The natives iionally chose to sneak into the forest at night to avoid the invaders’ notice, and a few of them were carrying something resembling a wooden board. On the board y a person, a dead body with one arm dangling lifelessly in the air.

  In the dead of night, a group of townsfolk, without torches, silently carried a dead body deep into the forest. It felt eerie just thinking about it.

  But what was even stranger were the invaders.

  They y in different postures on their beds, eafortably sleeping, yet the eyes of all were marked with deep, vertical sshes, like those of snakes.

  They were not monsters, Jiang g slowly ihe artist probably wao vey that they were pretending to sleep but were actually awake and fully aware of what was happening outside.

  The following picture firmed this.

  The image had a sudden shift in perspective, resembling the feel of a modern-day hidden camera.

  In the ter of the picture, a group of oddly dressed people stood around a huge stone sb, holding hands. Some were bowing, others were g.

  On the sb y a motionless person.

  Then, a woman in a white dress slowly emerged from the stone sb. The depi of this woman was much more detailed thahers, giving the impression that even the folds of her dress could be seen.

  A townsperson approached her respectfully, handing her a tainer shaped like a jar. The woman took it, raised it above her head, and then suddenly tipped it over.

  Ihe tainer was blood!

  Bright red blood!

  This was not a guess; the artist had paihis part of the picture with blood, and the vivid red had not faded with time. It was still gringly bright.

  (End of the Chapter)

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