The torrential rain washed over the island, and the wind carried with it the stench of decay.
But when Gu Jun stepped through the front door and into the area that belonged to the old manor, he instantly caught a whiff of a different stench. It was similar to the one he had smelled in the cave. It was like a mixture of ten thousand different rotting things mixed together. It was the stench of rotting corpses that was the home of zombies.
The light inside the house was dim, and the ground, walls, and windows were all covered in a thick layer of dust.
He held the oil lamp and studied the living room. It looked like the living room of a rich family, and there were some exquisite and strange objects that looked like art on display. He could not recognize the style, but it felt familiar, like he had seen it somewhere before.
He asked Wu Shiyu for her opinion, but she shook her head. "There is no obvious style. Perhaps I don't recognize it."
It did not look like an accessory from their world. It was not an animal, and it did not look like a physical object. It was a very abstract shape, and it was hard for them to describe.
The two carefully walked around the first floor of the house. There was a living room and a staircase before them, a living room on both sides, and a kitchen and bathroom at the back. They had searched the place carefully, but they did not find anything out of place. It looked like a house that had not been moved or robbed but had been abandoned for a long time.
Finally, they returned to the living room. Gu Jun's eyes turned to the wooden staircase that led to the second floor, and he walked toward it.
Tap, tap … Gu Jun lightened his footsteps, but when he stepped on the old wooden plank, the stairs creaked under his weight.
But the stairs did not collapse. They reached the living room on the second floor, and facing it was a floor-to-ceiling window. The rain outside had clouded the glass.
"The door is open …" Wu Shiyu whispered. Gu Jun saw it too. The door of the room at the end of the left corridor was open, but it was still hidden behind the door. Only a sliver of darkness peeked through the gap.
They slowly approached the door cautiously. Gu Jun held the oil lamp in his left hand, and the blade in his right was ready to strike at any moment.
When they were several steps away from the door, Wu Shiyu pulled the bowstring and released an arrow at the door. Tap! The arrow pushed the door open, and the light from the oil lamp shone into the room.
In an instant, both of them could see the scene in the room. Gu Jun picked it up and saw that there were human corpses inside. There were old people, young adults, young girls, children … Some of them were standing, some of them were sitting.
These people looked different from the homo sapiens on Earth. Their facial features were more slender. If they were alive, they would have been very gentle and beautiful.
But at this moment, they only had strange, obviously anti-corrosive skin, and their mouths were sewn together to form a smile.
The stench of corpses came from this room.
"Hmm …" Wu Shiyu frowned as the chaotic synaesthesia assaulted her mind.
However, Gu Jun seemed to have thought of something, and a chill surged up his spine. His heart was wrapped in an unknown fog, and it hurt.
This seems to be … the place mentioned in the caretaker's diary, the home of Mr Child.
This room was Mr. Child's corpse collection room.
The storm outside grew louder. Gu Jun's mind was a mess, but how could this be? Mr. Child's house was located in the foreign world's Warsong Town, a rural place, and this was the dream world … The foreign world was not the dream world, he knew that was not the case.
'Projection? Illusion? Time to change? What kind of place was this island?
Mr. Child and Old Dog Uncle, they were both zombies, they were both in the dream world … '
Suddenly sensing something, Gu Jun whipped his head around to look at the front hall. It was still dark, there was nothing there. But according to the caretaker's diary, he would see a shadow standing before the window on the second floor every night. Later, he realized that the shadow was not Mr. Child.
"Do you feel it?" He asked Wu Shiyu, 'Am I just being paranoid?'
"I … feel so confused …" Her face paled from the pain. "This place is so chaotic, it feels like there are many things trapped here …"
"Dirty-minded Yu, stop it, stop it now!" Seeing this, Gu Jun immediately cut her off. Just as he was about to smack her on the head, Wu Shiyu sighed, "Let's leave it to fate."
"Be careful, this house is up to no good." He said as he walked back to the front hall.
Tap, tap, tap. The sound of his footsteps on the wooden planks was deafening.
He walked all the way to the floor-to-ceiling window, but he still could not find anything out of place. He glanced out the window. Through the blur brought by the rain … a chill ran down his spine. The scene outside had changed.
It was no longer a decaying forest and decaying soil but a lush forest and smooth roads. There was even a small wooden shed that looked like it had been set up.
Inside the shed, there was a table and a chair. A young man stood next to it. He held an oil lamp as he looked out the window.
The young man had the appearance of a foreign person. He looked about twenty-five or twenty-six, but his expression was heavy and nervous.
He appeared to be the caretaker.
At that moment, the caretaker pulled back his gaze. He sat down on the chair and looked out at the rain.
"…" Gu Jun's lips twitched. 'Is this an illusion? Is this an illusion created by the house?' "Shi Yu, come and take a look."
Wu Shiyu had been following behind them. He was shocked as well. The scene had changed. "Is that Old Dog Uncle? He's not old enough, right? "
"He's not." Gu Jun thought about it. 'This might be an illusion … Let's go back to the first floor to take a look.' It was hard to tell when the illusion started. He wanted to see if the caretaker could see them and if he could, what would he say?
The two walked down the stairs and returned to the front hall. The scene outside the door was still the same. The wooden shed was about 20 metres away.
"Let's go out and talk to him." Gu Jun gripped the longsword in his hand and was about to walk out the front door when the cold rain fell on them.
At the same time, the young caretaker turned to look at them. He stood up in a hurry and shouted, "Mr. Child, you are not allowed to leave the house. You have been quarantined. Please stay inside the house. Doctor Carlop will be here in a few days."
Gu Jun's scalp chilled even more, and he stopped moving. Wu Shiyu asked with confusion, "What is he talking about? Can you understand him? "
"Yes." Gu Jun answered darkly. The caretaker was speaking in the foreign language, so it seemed like the Afterlife Cult was involved in this incident.
"Mr. Child?" The young caretaker was very cautious. "What are you talking about? Are you talking to someone? "
The two of them looked at each other and immediately understood that the person seemed to only be able to see him …
"I am not Michaels Child." Gu Jun said as he raised his feet to step out the door. "Old Dog Uncle, what kind of game are you playing? Come out now! "
The caretaker became even more nervous. Seeing the longsword in the man's hand, the caretaker grabbed something from the table and yelled urgently, "Mr. Child, please follow the quarantine rules! This is for your own good, for the good of Nar Sang. In a few days, Doctor Carlop will be here! "
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