Under the bright moon, outside the white line of the Nameless Village, corpses and half-corpses were slowly wandering. Their walking posture was wobbly, entirely different from when they saw a person. Occasionally, some corpses would lean against a tombstone and look up at the sky, as if contemplating life, or perhaps it was merely a coincidence.
Wu Chuchu, now possessing the third eye, was heading toward the exit located on Taizi Road—a passage just enough for one person to leave, resembling a cluster of gentle white light. Once inside the white light, she could return to her own world.
The vertical eye on her forehead was as beautifully crafted as a master sculptor's work, filled with numerous faint green human figures moving within its black pupils, seemingly hiding another astonishing world.
