togophonebook Chapter 640 The Final Ripple, The Will of 7
Chapter 640 The Final Ripple, The Will of 7
The chilling aura of the eerie realm, capable of obliterating one's mind, instantly spread throughout the body from the shoulders.
In an instant, Ye Lin's body stiffened, his limbs went numb, and the power within his body was directly locked by this suddenly appearing strange power, making it impossible to mobilize any of it.
He tried to break free and activate the shroud for defense, but he was as if nailed to the spot and could not move at all.
"No way, I'm not going to die like this...?"
Ye Lin couldn't accept it; it would be too hasty for him to die like this.
Fortunately, a second later, the bluish-black arm suddenly retracted and disappeared into the black mist, and the stiffness on his body slowly faded away.
"Phew! Damn it, what the hell is this thing? The rules are completely unpredictable!"
Ye Lin shuddered and turned around abruptly, only to find nothing behind him. The black mist flowed aimlessly, and he could not see any trace of the strange creature, as if the restraint and touch he had just experienced were merely an illusion.
But the piercing pain coming from my shoulder felt incredibly real.
Ye Lin stared blankly at the dark palm print on his shoulder, a chill running down his spine.
The old burial shroud clung to his body, which should have protected him from all supernatural touch, but now a faint black mist was continuously emanating from the torn parts of the fabric, which he could not remove no matter what he did, like a curse piercing his flesh.
"It's over... Even the burial shroud can't stop it." Ye Lin's voice trembled, filled with despair.
"Has this monstrous infant developed to such a terrifying degree?!"
Since he entered the world of supernatural manipulation, this shroud has withstood countless deadly supernatural attacks for him and has never failed.
But in this seventh block, the monster broke his strongest defense with just a casual touch.
The dark mark on my shoulder started to feel hot and numb.
A subtle, eerie energy slowly traveled along his blood vessels, quietly numbing his limbs.
Ye Lin immediately sensed something was wrong and hurriedly mobilized the strange power within his body to suppress it. However, as soon as he activated the power, the supernatural entity within his body seemed to hit an invisible high wall and was directly pushed back.
The eerie domain is suppressed, and spirits are locked in all directions.
"No wonder He Chong suddenly disappeared." Cold sweat broke out on Ye Lin's back. "Once you enter here, most of everyone's supernatural abilities are destroyed; they're suppressed by the rules!"
Here, the power of the demon tamer will be continuously sealed and weakened.
He dared not linger, and immediately got up and sped away, trying to find a way out of the strange realm by using the terrain.
The once orderly streets and neighborhoods are visibly altering the landscape on their own.
The storefronts on both sides kept shifting, overlapping, disappearing and reborn, the road kept stretching and bending, and the cement ground underfoot would occasionally bulge out with tiny black lines, spreading and climbing like living things.
This is not an illusion, but a real reconstruction of space.
This Seventh Street area is like a living eeriness.
As Ye Lin walked, he discovered something that made his scalp tingle!
There wasn't a single shadow along the entire block.
The flashlight beam shone brightly, illuminating everything around him—the ground, the walls, the blind spots—but there was nothing there but his reflection.
Those who wield demons know that the Shadowless Land is an exclusive hunting ground for high-level demons, signifying that living people here are no longer part of the mortal world and have already stepped one foot into the realm of death.
Just as his mind was reeling, he finally heard a sound.
The murmured child's voice kept repeating itself.
The voice sounded extremely close, as if whispering right next to your ear, but looking around, the black mist was empty, and you couldn't see any children.
"Hide...and find you..."
"Stay...with us..."
The childish murmurs were gentle yet eerie, devoid of any murderous intent, yet more despairing than screams and roars.
Ye Lin instantly understood the true hunting tactics of high-level ghost infants.
Low-level monster infants rely on pouncing, biting, and violent slaughter.
However, the high-level demonic infants in this neighborhood are skilled at mental devouring.
They don't rush to kill; instead, they first use whispers to distort the minds of the living, and use their eerie domains to assimilate the flesh, gradually wearing away people's reason and will. Once people are completely broken and numb, they silently reap their lives.
The burning sensation from the black mark on his shoulder intensified, his vision began to blur slightly, his head felt heavy and throbbing, and the murmurs around him grew more frequent.
He bit his tongue hard, using the excruciating pain to stay conscious, and pressed his hand firmly against the palm print on his shoulder.
The damage to the burial shroud continued to worsen, and the edges of the fabric began to turn slightly black and carbonized. This protective artifact that had accompanied him through countless battles was being slowly corroded and rendered unusable by this domain.
"I can't go insane, I must persevere!"
Ye Lin gasped for breath, forcing himself to calmly observe his surroundings.
He finally discovered the anomaly in all the shop doors and windows.
Tiny black fingers filled every crevice of every closed door and window in the entire block.
Densely packed, layer upon layer, countless tiny, elusive fingers were wedged in the cracks of doors and windows, motionless, all silently facing the direction in which he stood.
Previously, the black mist obscured his vision, so he couldn't see anything at all.
Upon closer inspection, he saw that the entire long street and the buildings on both sides were filled with lurking ghost infants, and he recognized one of the corpses—it was He Chong!
"This is... He Chong? He Chong died so quietly?"
Ye Lin found it hard to believe. He Chong was a demon tamer, after all. How could he have died so easily?
"And how come this strange infant is developing so fast!"
Ye Lin understood that from the very first second he stepped into this neighborhood, he had been observed and locked onto by countless ghost infants.
The entire neighborhood was teeming with prey, yet he, the hunter, was the only one trapped and killed by thousands of ferocious beasts in the center.
"It's over, it's really over..."
The overwhelming feeling of suffocation instantly overwhelmed my mind and body.
From the moment he entered this place with his team, he was already in a situation where he was doomed.
He Chong disappeared silently, not because he was instantly killed by a sneak attack, but because he was simultaneously locked down by countless lurking ghost infants, and then his life force was instantly devoured. Only in this way could he be completely deprived of even the right to make a sound.
Fear seeped into his very bones, and Ye Lin dared not linger any longer. He turned and sprinted at full speed toward the only main road in the neighborhood that led directly to the exit.
He bet that there was a limit to spatial manipulation, and that the main road was the only flaw in this eerie realm.
After running for several hundred meters, there was no exit at the end of the road ahead.
There stood a black mirror wall that perfectly reflected people's images.
The mirror was jet black and smooth, clearly reflecting his disheveled and pale face.
But in the mirror, behind him stood countless dark shadows of short children.
Countless strange infants clung to his back and limbs, standing silently alongside him, clinging to him without a sound, following him the whole time, yet he couldn't see them at all in his real field of vision.
The killing intent is invisible in reality, but it is visible in the reflection.
This is the most unsolvable way to kill someone in the Seventh District!
The ghost infant hides in the real world dimension and exists in the mirror dimension, so that the living will never see the thing that killed them until they die.
Ye Lin's pupils dilated completely, and he froze on the spot.
The next second, the mirror shattered instantly.
In the instant countless tiny black fragments exploded, the tiny fingers hidden in the gaps of every door and window along the entire street moved in unison.
The eerie atmosphere in the entire space vanished instantly, and the world became utterly silent.
Ye Lin's muscles instantly stiffened, all sensation in his limbs was stripped away, the supernatural entities within him were put on hold, and he couldn't even breathe.
He clearly sensed countless tiny, cold things penetrating his burial clothes, his skin, and his bones, enveloping his entire body.
"This is... total assimilation?"
This eerie realm, with the power of the entire neighborhood, is slowly assimilating him, the only living person, into a part of the eerie world.
Ye Lin finally understood what true despair meant.
Unable to fight, unable to run away, unable to dodge, resistance is futile, struggle is useless.
Without any direct confrontation, they died crushed by the rules.
In just two seconds, his mind began to rapidly dissipate, and his vision gradually went black.
He knew he was about to disappear completely, like He Chong, becoming one of the evolved members of the Ghost Infant.
The outside world will never know the true horror of the Seventh District, nor will they know that the Ghost Baby has evolved to the point of assimilation across the entire area.
"No... I can't just die like this... I have to get the information out..."
With the last vestige of his human consciousness, Ye Lin mustered all his strength and tremblingly pulled out his phone.
Under the blockade of the eerie realm, the screen signal was intermittent.
"Someone will...someone will definitely...solve this problem..."
With his last ounce of strength, Ye Lin trembled as he typed the only warning code: 7, 4396.
Seven represents the location, and 4396 represents the number of ghost babies. Yes, the number. In just this short period of time since the supernatural outbreak, there have been so many ghost babies.
This is a number that would shock countless people. It happened so fast that Ye Lin wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't just seen it.
"This kind of bizarre paranormal phenomenon... is there really anyone who can solve it...?"
The moment he clicked to send the message, his consciousness sank completely into darkness, the entire long street returned to deathly silence, and the eerie black mist slowly closed in.
All the tiny fingers that had been hiding in the crevices retracted, and all the lurking shadows vanished completely.
It was as if Ye Lin had never existed. Only a shattered cell phone remained on the ground, quietly glowing with a faint light, sending this desperate warning, bought with a life, out of this unsolvable prison of the bizarre realm.