Chapter 439: Chapter 271 Heroic Spirit Spreads, A Hero Is To Kill! (Please Subscribe)
The dark figures were sliding down the sand dunes, some seeming to be engulfed, their postures like those of calling for help, yet they emitted no sound.
In the desert at night, such a scene truly appeared eerie and terrifying.
After all, before leaving Wuye City, they had heard the legends of evil ghosts in the desert.
However, Young Hero Duan, with his heroic spirit, despite being instinctively a bit afraid, did not hesitate much. His figure flickered, and he moved towards the dune.
Walking in the desert, it was easy to sink into the sand. Yet at this moment, Duan Yun’s figure was like a soaring eagle, both fast and agile.
After a couple of rises and falls, he had arrived near those figures.
When Shen Ying reached the spot, Duan Yun was already examining them.
It was not until then that she could see clearly that these were not real people but rather very lifelike clay figures.
They had seen such clay figures before on their way to Wuye City, and according to the locals, nobody knew who made these clay figures. Some said they were the shells of evil spirits, grown from the ground - in any case, it sounded quite sinister.
But the clay figures on the dune were even more exquisitely lifelike, and with people’s clothing on, that’s why they could deceive people more easily.
"They’re just clay figures." Duan Yun said.
These clay figures must have been covered by the sand, and after the top layer was blown away by the wind, they became exposed.
Since they were neither humans nor ghosts, Duan Yun and Shen Ying went back to sleep.
Shen Ying looked at the broken boat sticking up and then at those strange clay figures, always feeling like this place was a bizarre tomb.
But seeing Duan Yun crawl back into the "tomb" to sleep, she followed suit.
After that, Shen Ying’s sleep was continuously disturbed.
Although the wind outside had died down a lot, it still whistled like the wailing of ghosts.
All of a sudden, she woke up again.
Because she heard some rustling sounds, as if someone was walking on gravel.
But this place was clearly only sand; where would there be a gravel ground?
It must be around midnight now, with the sand under the moonlight looking like silver.
Duan Yun and Feng Ling’er were sleeping soundly. At some point, Feng Ling’er, who had been in the corner, ended up sleeping right next to Duan Yun’s arm.
Shen Ying slightly furrowed her brows and kicked the flirtatious nuisance away.
Feng Ling’er, who was in a deep sleep, just wriggled a bit after the kick and continued sleeping.
Suddenly, that rustling sound came again, sounding very close.
Shen Ying felt a chilling terror.
Unconsciously, her right arm had been wrapped with Nine Death Silkworm Silk, forming a flowing gauntlet.
If there really was "someone" out there, they should be just outside.
At the entrance of the cave, the camel slept soundly, showing nothing unusual.
Shen Ying approached slowly.
In the next moment, her heart skipped half a beat.
At the entrance of the broken boat, lay several clay figures.
Those clay figures had clearly been at the dune before, at least half a mile away from them. But now, the closest one was just over ten steps away.
Had they crawled over?
"Ghosts!"
This thought made Shen Ying involuntarily shout.
The sound, because it was so abrupt, immediately woke up Duan Yun and Feng Ling’er.
Upon waking, Duan Yun saw Shen Ying sticking her butt up at the cave entrance, watching outside as if she was peeping.
"What’s wrong?"
Since it was the second time this had happened, Duan Yun was quite calm.
But in the next instant, when he saw those clay figures lying there, a chill ran down his spine.
Since entering the desert, they had encountered a myriad of strange events.
Coupled with various bizarre rumors, it always gave people an unreal feeling.
These clay figures had been personally checked by him, but now they had suddenly crawled over; if not ghosts, then it was inexplicable.
But at this moment, they were motionless again, like inanimate objects.
Although Feng Ling’er was awake, she was somewhat groggy.
Seeing the clay figures, she couldn’t help professionally analyzing: "These clay figures were probably just buried in the sand, and the sand was blown away, that’s all. Don’t make such a fuss."
Her tone was like that of a senior wife to a junior concubine, an expert to a novice.
Shen Ying did not know how to retort for the moment and wished she could punch her twice.
However, her attention was still on those clay figures, feeling uneasy.
At this time, Feng Ling’er had already walked out, and Shen Ying couldn’t help but caution: "Be careful."
"What’s there to be careful of? Can these things bite?"
Feng Ling’er was still groggy from sleep. At such times, people are usually fearless, not even afraid of tigers.
A martial arts expert like Feng Ling’er would be even less afraid.
She trusted her professional judgment.
She lifted her sword, aimed at the shoulder of the leading clay figure, and shaved off a piece of clay.
It was only then that she felt something unusual.
The scraped-off clay was dark soil, still somewhat damp on the inside.
With the desert being so dry, how could the soil still be moist?
The next instant, she jumped backward suddenly.
Because the clay figure before her suddenly collapsed, as if a candle was melting.
The melted black clay fell onto the dusty ground and began to flow.
"Ah!"
Feng Ling’er let out a piercing scream and rushed inside.
With her charge, the dirt behind also surged forward.
Almost simultaneously, all the clay figures melted, like a black tide surging forward.
And so, the rustling sound filled the entire desert.
Feng Ling’er had just rushed through the entrance when that black "tidal wave" rushed in as well.
Shen Ying’s eyes were sharp; she shouted, "Ants."
Yes, this black tide was nothing else but a mass of ants gathered together.
At this moment, the camel let out a miserable cry and began to flee.