The colorful strips were still flying in the air, the drums and horns of the band were so distinct, the laughter was in my ears, and the little girl passing by held the hands of her parents, her eyes sparkling...
"We are the only two living people on this street?" Sean frowned and glared at the woman next to him who was behaving strangely. "What do you mean?"
The woman still had that elusive smile: "Literally - except for us, everyone else is dead!"
Sean had been mentally prepared before setting foot in New Landal, a country with endless strange legends. However, what the woman in front of him said was completely beyond his imagination. After being stunned for a few seconds, Sean still Unable to accept: "Stop joking!"
The woman was neither impatient nor angry: "See it with your own eyes."
She seemed to be full of love and took off the colored strips stained on the brim of Sean's hat. She took the opportunity to glance at his eyes with her palms and uttered a spiritual word between her lips and teeth: "Naru!"
Sean's vision suddenly changed color, becoming depressed and gray, as if he was in a place of despair.
After seeing the scene in front of him clearly, Sean was so shocked that his jaw went slack - on the gray streets, the originally well-dressed people with cheerful expressions all turned into... resentful spirits with their bodies covered in darkness and their faces in chaos.
The festive music was replaced by grotesque and terrifying howls.
This is not a celebration team, but a group of resentful spirits.
Sean remembered what the woman had said before, and he quickly covered his mouth and lowered the brim of his hat to cover his eyes.
The passing Wraith noticed the frightened look in his eyes and looked sideways. Sean broke into a cold sweat just by feeling the Wraith's twisted face with his peripheral vision.
The woman held Sean's arm and continued walking quickly: "The truth is not necessarily beautiful." In order to allow Sean to control his expression, the woman wiped Sean's eyes again, allowing him to see the bright and lively streets again.
Sean could no longer remain calm among the crowd, unable to look directly at any passerby around him. He could only stare into the eyes of the woman next to him: "What's going on?!"
The woman remained calm: "My name is Catherine. What's your name?"
"Sean."
"Sean, how did you get in here?"
"Where to enter? This street? I took a taxi to this area, and because of the traffic jam, I got out of the car and walked..."
"Did anything strange happen here?"
Sean thought of the thick fog that filled the air in an instant: "It suddenly became foggy, a very big fog."
"That's the appearance of traveling to the 'spiritual world'," Catherine's eyes became serious. "I can tell at a glance that you are a stupid young man without any mystical knowledge - someone wanted to kill you and deliberately led you to this place. In the high-risk spiritual world.”
"High-risk spiritual world?"
The two of them had already passed the large parade of people celebrating, and the crowd around them gradually thinned out. When Sean looked up, he could already see the thick fog at the other end of the block...
The conversation allowed Sean to focus without showing fear, so Catherine continued: "The people in this celebration team died in an accident a year ago, and their resentment lingers in the world, forming a trace in this neighborhood. The soul full of resentment replayed the scene of that day over and over again.
"Ordinary people have no way to enter here. You must have been brought in."
The driver George's face, obscured by thick fog, flashed before Sean's eyes: "It's that taxi driver!"
Catherine was noncommittal, leaving Sean to think for himself. The thick fog was about a hundred meters ahead. It seemed that she could leave this place through the thick fog, but her face did not feel relaxed.
Sean was confused: "Why did he do this?"
"You can only find the answer yourself." Catherine's face was expressionless like a doll, and her voice became colder and colder. "The will of the spirit will find that we are about to escape, and it will try every means to trap us. Here, our minds and souls are digested.
"Something weird will happen next. Don't look back or run. Follow me into the fog in front of you, and we can get out of here."
Sean hummed. Catherine changed from her relaxed state and became very stern, even a little anxious: "Don't look back, don't run!"
Sean was a little surprised by Catherine's state and nodded clearly.
The hustle and bustle behind him was suddenly mixed with a discordant sound - it seemed like someone was chasing away from the crowd.
"Right over there!" "...Sir, I saw the witch catch him with my own eyes." "Quickly stop those two people!"...
Hearing the movement behind her, Catherine, who held Sean's arm, couldn't help but quicken her pace.
The pursuit was getting closer and closer, and someone shouted from behind: "For the sake of the Holy Father, leave that woman! She is a witch!"
Witch? Sean looked at Catherine next to him with a hint of panic.
Catherine's head was lowered, her eyes obscured by shadows. She stopped talking and just kept walking with Sean towards the fog ahead.
"Sean! Get away from her!"
Sean was startled and almost turned around instinctively, but luckily he held it back - it was the voice of the old driver George: "I just saw you and called the correctional officer to chase you!
"She is a witch! No matter what she says, don't believe it. Don't be fooled by her spells! We can't force you to separate, we can only rely on your own will!"
Sean turned his head in horror and looked at Catherine who was acting strangely beside him. In my mind, countless scenes kept switching... George's face was blocked by the fog, Catherine looked surprised after being hit by him, happy people on the street, the heavy fog that filled the air in an instant, and the streets suddenly became depressed and dilapidated in the field of vision...
What is reality? Who is the liar? what should I do? …
Countless questions poured out like soda bubbles, making Sean's head swell and ache.
"Don't, look back." Catherine's voice turned into an evil smoky voice, "Don't, believe them!"
At this time, the skin on Catherine's face was torn inch by inch, revealing her true appearance, which was like rough tree bark...
Sean knew that he had been deceived and was going to be kidnapped by the witch, so he had to turn around and shout: "George, save..."
Before he could finish saying "Help me", Sean's throat lost his voice due to fear.
Behind him, there were no correctional officers, George, or enthusiastic people.
Instead, it is a collection of resentment gathered together by countless resentful spirits, almost filling the entire street. Countless chaotic faces make up its surface, and the mouths of several faces are still imitating the voices of George and others: " Sean, come back quickly! Don’t believe her..."
Next to her, Catherine, who was completely naked, roared angrily: "You idiot!"
