Indeed, from the records, it could be seen that Hua Que Que had chosen to leave on her own accord. However, she did not make a clear record of the reason why Hua Queque left.
But since he was leaving, and he was leaving his only comfort zone surrounded by the undead, there must be a reason why he was forced to do so.
Just as Bobota had said, the only possible reason for Flower Sparrow's departure was this grotesque figure.
Who could it be?
"Another thing that puzzles me is the words she left on the last page." Bobota turned to the last page of the book. What did she mean by "I saw a lot, and I can only see more by leaving"?
"Why do I feel like he's implying something?" Bobota said.
Angor noticed this as well. But he couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.
"Why does he sound like White Bear?" Angor muttered.
White Bear was an apprentice of Clairvoyance. According to Bobota, Flower Sparrow used to be very good at prophecy. But that was when she was still alive. How could she keep her talent after she died?
Angor didn't think so.
Still, he couldn't figure out the truth from the clues he saw so far. The only thing he could think of was that Flower Sparrow was forced to leave because of something. And it was very likely that the faceless figure had something to do with it.
"Since we can't find anything else and Flower Sparrow is gone, let's leave this place first," Angor said.
It would be a waste of time to stay here.
Angor was going to put Bobota back into his bracelet, but Bobota begged, "Can I go in later? I still want to see … where my sister used to live."
Angor gave Bobota a meaningful look. "It's not a nice place. But if you insist, fine."
When they left the illusion, Bobota immediately saw the dark and dry environment around them, as well as the lingering aura of undead creatures.
Bobota's expression changed a little.
Angor didn't say anything on their way out. As they moved further away from the illusion, the stench of dead bodies and undead creatures grew stronger.
After they left the well, Bobota stared at the dark sky, the wandering undead, and the piles of skeletons in the graveyard. His eyes were no longer as calm as before. Instead, they were filled with gloom, guilt, and sadness.
Angor already told him that Sparrow's soul was inside a well in a graveyard. However, Sunders would always forget about the graveyard in his mind. He even tried to beautify the place because his sister was here.
But when he saw the situation in the cemetery and the terrifying number of corpses, he still couldn't imagine that his sister had been living in such an environment.
Although the illusory realm at the bottom of the well wasn't big, it was like heaven and hell compared to this place!
"Have you been living here all your life, sister?" Bobota opened his mouth and tried to say something, but his mind went blank.
This wasn't the place where Sparrow lived. It was more like the place where she suffered.
"Yes. It's not a pleasant place. But Sparrow didn't complain. She didn't get corrupted by the undead aura. She was still pure and kind. She waited alone at the bottom of the well," Angor spoke in a voice as soft as a mosquito's. "She's probably the only good thing in this place."
Looking at the countless corpses and the oppressive dark clouds, Bobota didn't know when tears began to roll down his cheeks.
His sister waited here all alone. She didn't remember anything back then. She just waited aimlessly.
He could already imagine his sister cowering alone at the bottom of the well before she met Angor. She was scared and confused. But she didn't go with the flow. She didn't become corrupted by the undead creatures.
It wasn't until she met Angor and Greya that Sparrow finally saw a ray of light in the endless darkness.
She finally found her goal.
The "big brother" and "big sister" she kept writing down in her notebook were her ultimate goal.
Bobota was a little jealous at first, but when he saw the cruel scene, he sympathized with his sister.
How good would it be to have a ray of light to illuminate her dark life when she was in such a hopeless situation?
"Thank you." Bobota didn't know how many times he said "thank you", but he couldn't find any other way to express his gratitude. He had to do it over and over again, as if only by doing so could he find a way out of the depression in his heart.
Angor looked at Bobota's crying face and sighed in his mind. Everyone's life was a journey full of ups and downs.
Bobota thought that he was the only member of the Baiyuan Clan. He placed the responsibility of reviving the Baiyuan Clan on himself, which led to a series of terrible consequences.
Poor, but also hateful.
Thud thud thud —
Bobota was still lost in his own thoughts when he heard footsteps approaching him. He looked up and saw Angor standing in front of him.
Next to him, there was a white skeleton floating in the air.
It had a small skull and a small skeleton. Even the limbs were short. Clearly, this was the skeleton of a child.
"This skeleton is …" Bobota pointed at the child's skeleton and seemed to have realized something.
"This is Floret's skeleton. The pendant I gave you back then was found on this skeleton. " Angor handed the pendant to Bobota. "The skeleton is perfectly fine, which means Floret didn't suffer much when she was alive."
Bobota couldn't stop his tears from flowing out of his eyes. No one could have imagined that the person who had tricked the Moon Frost Alliance and ruined Sir Monkey's plans would cry in such a sorrowful manner without a care for his image.
"Put it away. We're leaving now," Angor said in a low voice, "if you still want to find your sister."
Bobota held the skeleton in his arms as if it was a piece of paper.
"Alright, thank you. I'll go back into the bracelet. I … I noticed a Soft Larva Egg earlier. It's a little strange. I'll go in and record it now." Bobota's voice was hoarse, and there was a hint of urgency in it. The only way he could repay Angor's kindness was to cultivate more Soft Larvae before his body broke down.
Angor nodded. Studying Soft Larvae would hasten Bobota's death, but it was better than leaving him outside as a burden.
"… Also, if you find any traces of Hua Que, please let me know."
After putting Bobota into the bracelet, Angor returned to Sunders' side.
Sunders didn't pay any attention to them after they came out of the well. Instead, he kept his eyes on Dark Castle in the distance, trying to find any spirit energy fluctuations that might help him contact someone inside.
However, after observing for a while, Sunders realized that Dark Castle was just like a dead house. There were no energy ripples or spirit waves coming from inside the castle.
It was strange.
No one would believe that Dark Castle was the headquarters of a wizard organization.
"I can't sense anyone. Either there's a barrier around the castle, or … there's no one inside," Sunders said.
Angor frowned. Did that mean Dark Castle gave up on their base? That was impossible.
Abandoning their base was a huge matter. There was no way they could keep it a secret.
"Let's check it out first." Sunders considered for a moment and decided to approach Dark Castle. It would be best if he could find someone inside. If he couldn't, he could just go inside.
Sunders glanced at Angor. He was planning to let Angor enter the gravity garden alone. But now that he thought about it, Angor was already quite strong, especially when it came to escaping and protecting himself. He might even be better than ordinary wizards.
Angor wasn't someone who liked to stay in an ivory tower. He had been causing a lot of trouble ever since he entered the wizarding world.
In the end, Sunders didn't say anything and walked toward the gate of the graveyard.
They followed the path out of the graveyard and headed toward the top of the mountain.
The gloomy atmosphere, the rugged path, the cold Dark Forest, the undead who were whimpering by the side of the road, and the densely packed castles in the distance that resembled the nests of the undead … This winding road was like a passage to hell.
For the vast majority of people, even Transcendents, this terrifying number of undead creatures was extremely frightening.
But for Sunders and Angor, they weren't that important.
In fact, Angor wouldn't be afraid even if he had to face them all by himself.
Angor took out Prelude to Undead from his bracelet and prepared himself to be discovered by the undead creatures.
However, when they were about to enter the rocky area halfway up the mountain, Sunders suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Angor looked at him.
Sunders raised an eyebrow. "I think I caught something."
Caught something? Sunders suddenly dashed toward the forest. "This way. Follow me."
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