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  The woman in the white dress appeared again.

  Both Jiang g and Ran had vivid memories of the woman in the white dress. She had never appeared in Bckstoown nor in the group, as if she had materialized out of nowhere.

  She seemed to have a special e with the white stone sb.

  With the woman’s appearahe ritual officially began.

  The elder was the first to kneel, followed by the other captured townsfolk. The deep sounds of their weeping gradually became the dominant melody in the area.

  A series of images emerged in Jiang g’s mind. From different perspectives and dires, it felt as though he had traveled ba time, seeing everything through the eyes of the townsfolk.

  A gigantic, fierce figure emerged from the stone sb. Even before it lifted its head, it was already 4 to 5 meters tall. Words like "strong" didn’t even begin to describe its power.

  The armor-like scales reflected a sharp, dark gleam, and its muscur body had no sign of excess fat. Simply standing there, silent and unmoving, it was as majestic as mountains and rivers.

  No one knew what it was, but they couldn’t help but be awed by its overwhelming presence.

  The outsiders guarding the townsfolk looked at it with fanatic admiration, kneeling instinctively to pay their respects to this "creature," which seemed to have lived for tless years.

  The ge happe that moment!

  To everyone’s shock, the child pced oone sb didn’t improve. Instead, in the instant, the strange "creature" devoured the child ie.

  The terrifying sound of chewing echoed, as muscles, bones, and even skin and hair were crushed by its sharp teeth. Everyone froze.

  It wasn’t until the "creature" vanished from the sb that screams erupted.

  The woman by the stone sb casually wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her white dress.

  It was as if she was a noblereparing to leave after dinner.

  The Devil

  To all the outsiders, the woman looked different. She had... allowed the moo eat the child. She was the devil—she had to be the embodiment of evil!

  A faint blloeared, gradually evolving into a blood-red barrier around the stone sb. The barrier extended and trapped the townsfolk and the outsiders inside.

  The eyes of the outsiders began to turn blood-red, as strange forces corroded their remaining sanity. The primitive fear of the monster and the mysterious ritual started to fade, repced by anger and greed.

  "Kill her!" someone shouted.

  The st bit of their sanity was pletely buried, and the outsiders, armed with various ons, surged forward like they had received some kind of and.

  The townsfolk, who had beeively obedient, tried to stand in front of the outsiders, but it was useless. Soon, crowds of townsfolk were lying dead in pools of bloe patches of crimson staining the grouh their feet.

  The earth was so soaked with blood that a handful of dirt would leak blood.

  The woman lifted her head, not even gng at the sughter happening around her, as if none of it had anything to do with her.

  As the leader of Bckstoown, the elder was the st to be killed. Before him, an outsider had cruelly split his granddaughter in half. One half was impaled with a knife, and the other half was tossed onto the stone sb.

  Their twisted faces seemed to ask whether the half-body could still be resurrected.

  The elder’s eyes turned blood-red, and he ched his fists, staring fiercely at these shameful bandits. His hatred was so intehat it almost seemed tangible. But after a brief moment, the elder suddenly smiled.

  As the outsiders, armed with bloodstained spears, charged at him, the elder turned and ran.

  With bored steps, he rushed straight toward the white stone sb. The moment his hands touched the stone sb, a shog se unfolded.

  His blood began to boil as blood-red pustules formed on his skin, swelling grotesquely. Large ks of flesh fell off, and his arms were reduced to nothing but bones.

  But even so, he refused to let go.

  The outsiders, with blood-red eyes, closed in on him. Their eyes were filled with pure fanaticism.

  Sihe woman had allowed the moo eat their children, they would eat the woman instead. Disgusting drool dripped from their gaping mouths like lowly, vile creatures of the dark.

  Perhaps by dev the woman, they could gain her power.

  The words "immortal, eternal life" repeated in their minds as they surrouhe stone sb, their veins bulging as they gripped their ons tightly.

  The woman stood still by the stone sb, her skirt billowing in the blood-sted night wind. The blood spttered on her skirt painted a faint red circle along the edges.

  She stood there, as if nothing around her had anything to do with her.

  Whether it was the bloody sughter or the townsfolk falling in front of her, one by one, and dying for her—she felt her anger nor any sense of joy or sorrow.

  It wasn’t ess. It was indifference.

  It was as if in her eyes, history was an endless wheel, and the blood and flesh crushed beh it, whether from wise elders or foolish children, was nothing but a passing gnce.

  After all, in the moment, new blood and flesh would e to repce it.

  To her, there was no fual difference.

  The dying elder suddenly turned his head. His face had already begun to turn to bohe blood and flesh falling away, exposing the white bone underh. His voice became distorted and terrifying.

  His lips had vanished, leaving only the grim, horrifying sight of his teeth.

  He grinned widely, and two streams of blood tears fell from his eyes, like a prisoner suffering in hell.

  Jiang g furrowed his brows slightly. The elder’s wild ughter echoed in his mind. This wasn’t surprising. Some clues in nightmares indeed affee’s mind.

  For those with weak wills, recklessly ing into tact with such clues could trigger uable sequences.

  uzzled Jiang g was the feeling he sensed from the elder's ughter.

  His entire had been sughtered, his loved ones had died before his eyes, and the secret of the altar that could resurrect the dead had been discovered by the invaders. Such a blood-soaked vea made the elder’s frantic ughter uandable.

  Grief, powerlessness, rese, and curses—Jiang g could uand all these emotions. But why, in the elder’s ughter, were there none of these feelings? Instead, there was only one feeling: release.

  Yes! Release!

  It was as if a prisoner was about to be freed after serving his sentence.

  With a crack, the elder’s blood and flesh melted away. His skeleton colpsed onto the stone sb, and his round skull rolled far away, stopping only when it hit the woman’s feet.

  The empty eye sockets of the skull stared straight at the woman.

  (End of the Chapter)

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