Soon, the two of them reached the dilapidated coach, which had become a landmark in their minds.
The area around the coach had the highest occurrence of soulless zombies.
Continuing northeast for a few minutes, Xiao Jie noticed they seemed to have reached the area where Ximen Wuhen had perished.
Yes, this was the place. He looked around—the three of them had circled around from the east to get here.
However, Ximen Wuhen's corpse, previously ravaged by crows, had already vanished, probably refreshed by the system.
As they walked on, the surroundings gradually became eerie.
The trees started to show a deathly hue, ashy and bleak, with some seemingly long dead yet not entirely, twisting grotesquely as they grew wildly.
The sky had unknowingly filled with a layer of grey mist, dimming the surrounding light. It didn't seem like normal weather, more like a special feature of a peculiar map.
