The campfire flickered.
Under the dim night sky, it barely pushed back some of the darkness.
Xiaohao stopped moving with one hand already resting on the soft sword at her waist, her gaze alertly scanning the surroundings.
Finally.
The figures in the dimness gradually emerged.
About dozens of figures appeared from all directions, surrounding the makeshift wooden shelter the two had erected. The movements of these figures were very strange, as they moved rigidly and with a faint stench of decay.
As the first figure slowly approached and was illuminated by the campfire, its body showed a strange copper color, its eyes rotten and sunken, emitting bursts of decay, and its limbs seemed unable to bend as it moved.
Seeing this scene,
