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Chapter 412 - 406: A Sudden Turn Back · Oct 29, 2026

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401 Chapter 401 - 395: Ice Ring 2026-10-29
402 Chapter 402 - 396: The Giant Tree 2026-10-29
403 Chapter 403 - 397: The Door Is Gone 2026-10-29
404 Chapter 404 - 398: I Am an Evil Spirit 2026-10-29
405 Chapter 405 - 399: The Broken Bridge 2026-10-29
406 Chapter 406 - 400: Regeneration of Severed Limbs 2026-10-29
407 Chapter 407 - 401: Hunt 2026-10-29
408 Chapter 408 - 402: Flesh Monster 2026-10-29
409 Chapter 409 - 403: Ice Cover 2026-10-29
410 Chapter 410 - 404: Shadowing Every Step 2026-10-29
411 Chapter 411 - 405: Escape 2026-10-29
412 Chapter 412 - 406: A Sudden Turn Back 2026-10-29
413 Chapter 413 - 407: Shattered 2026-10-29
414 Chapter 414 - 408: Death? 2026-10-29
415 Chapter 415 - 1: The Present World and the Truth 2026-10-29
416 Chapter 416 - 2: Strange Events 2026-10-29
417 Chapter 417 - 3: Missing 2026-10-29
418 Chapter 418 - 4: ? 2026-10-29
419 Chapter 419 - 5: Two Worlds 2026-10-29
420 Chapter 420 - 6: Dispute 2026-10-29
421 Chapter 421 - 7: Accident 2026-10-29
422 Chapter 422 - 8: Unknown Trickster 2026-10-29
423 Chapter 423 - 9: Joker 2026-10-29
424 Chapter 424 - 10: Mist Wraith 2026-10-29
425 Chapter 425 - 11: Trap 2026-10-29
426 Chapter 426 - 12: Mortal Breaking Swordmaster 2026-10-29
427 Chapter 427 - 13: Questions 2026-10-29
428 Chapter 428 - 14: Giant Anchor 2026-10-29
429 Chapter 429 - 15: Ambush and Counterkill 2026-10-29
430 Chapter 430 - 16: Gunfire Judgment 2026-10-29
431 Chapter 431 - 17: Spirit Interference 2026-10-29
432 Chapter 432 - 18: Streetlight 2026-10-29
433 Chapter 433 - 19: Doomsday Shop 2026-10-29
434 Chapter 434 - 20: Spirit Unleashed 2026-10-29
435 Chapter 435 - 21: Monsters Everywhere 2026-10-29
436 Chapter 436 - 22: Leader of Group 17 2026-10-29
437 Chapter 437 - 23: Base of Operations 2026-10-29
438 Chapter 438 - 24: Strolling Around 2026-10-29
439 Chapter 439 - 25: Waiting for Someone 2026-10-29
440 Chapter 440 - 26: Player Mutual Aid Association 2026-10-29
441 Chapter 441 - 27: People of the Black Fog World 2026-10-29
442 Chapter 442 - 28: Duty Assignments 2026-10-29
443 Chapter 443 - 29: Pathways 2026-10-29
444 Chapter 444 - 30: Dwarf T3 2026-10-29
445 Chapter 445 - 31: Mechanical Warfare 2026-10-29
446 Chapter 446 - 32: Verdant Demons 2026-10-29
447 Chapter 447 - 33: Chains 2026-10-29
448 Chapter 448 - 34: Arena Carnival 2026-10-29
449 Chapter 449 - 35: Sun Lord 2026-10-29
450 Chapter 450 - 36: Assault 2026-10-29

Chapter 412: Chapter 406: A Sudden Turn Back

They continued walking for some distance and found another tavern. The door was open, with a few Zombies crouching inside. Upon seeing them approach, the Zombies slowly stood up.

Su Changxing swung his Scythe, cutting down two of them at once. Just as he was about to step inside, he heard the rustling noise again.

”Again?”

Su Changxing frowned, noticing a trembling grey-white figure slowly approaching them from the hallway.

Laughter seemed to echo around his ears.

Unintentionally, he noticed a grey-white porcelain doll with a smiling face hanging on the wall, staring at him.

”Something’s not right, something’s not right.”

Su Changxing suddenly turned his head to look at the sky behind him. It was already blood-red, a vast dead tree pierced the sky and earth,

they were already in the shadows of the dead tree!

The others hadn’t realized yet, only surprised that there was a grey figure inside.

”There’s another one here. We’d better find another place,” Shen Liang said slowly from behind Su Changxing.

The Monk suddenly rushed over, punching him to the ground, shouting, ”What are you doing?”

Su Changxing licked his lips, glanced back at Shen Liang, knowing exactly what he was about to do, and shouted,

”We must leave immediately; that dead tree is right above us.”

As he spoke, grey human figures stepped out from the buildings, surrounding them.

A sharp and noisy sound filled the air, causing more than half of the people to fall to the ground simultaneously, blood oozing from their features, their bodies convulsing uncontrollably.

Wu Qingsheng looked back, eyes wide open, ”How is this possible?”

Su Changxing, however, wasn’t greatly affected, pulling out his gun to shoot at the phantoms. The bullets passed through their bodies, leaving dents on the walls.

Physical attacks are ineffective?

Su Changxing stepped forward with his Scythe, slicing the grey figure in two with a slash, yet it didn’t dissipate.

There was noise from behind.

Several dead trees grew rapidly from the ground and rooftops, dimming the surrounding light as if trying to swallow them.

An old man’s face emerged on one of the dead trees, smiling broadly, ”I will kill you all. You cannot escape, nor should you.”

Staring at Su Changxing with a mocking look, he said, ”Beg me, beg me for mercy, and I’ll spare you. You’re different from the others.”

Su Changxing’s face turned cold, he replied indifferently,

”You’re nothing but a dog, what’s there to be proud of? Do you really think you can survive forever? Haven’t you heard of ’the cunning rabbit dies, the hunting dog is cooked’?”

The old man himself didn’t impose much pressure, the only threat came from that massive dead tree. In the end, the old man was merely a slave of the dead tree.

The old man didn’t speak, his gaze only grew sharper. Almost simultaneously, everyone was writhing on the ground in agony, even Wu Qingsheng.

His position didn’t provide any special Spirit Resistance.

Conversely, the Monk seemed unaffected, continuing to deal with the grey figures, though his attacks were ineffective.

Su Changxing, without hesitation, drew his gun and shot all the newly grown dead trees, along with the one carrying the old man’s face, shattering them.

Then, with a wave of his hand, over a dozen Evil Spirits appeared around, lunging at the grey figures.

The Evil Spirits’ attacks weren’t simply physical, they were effective against the grey figures, even highly restraining them.

The grey figures couldn’t significantly influence the Evil Spirits, while the Evil Spirits could completely kill them.

After a few rounds, most of the grey figures dispersed.

The ambient light gradually dimmed, followed by more noise, as more dead trees sprouted from underground, and more grey figures came toward them from the houses.

A burst of dense gunfire.

Su Changxing shattered the dead trees again, backhanded a slash at a grey figure, and shouted, ”Those who can still walk, follow me.”

At this point, he had to abandon most of the people to leave. He could clearly feel the growing invisible pressure, as if something gigantic was closing in on them step by step.

More than twenty people who could barely stand retreated with Su Changxing.

Over a dozen Evil Spirits blocked the grey figures.

The Monk loudly chanted scriptures, his eyes shining with golden light, resembling a Buddha standing above in a temple, his expression solemn yet filled with compassion.

Those left behind died one by one in their field of vision, their eyeballs bursting, spraying bright red blood, falling silent completely.

At this moment.

The Monk felt immense pain, helpless despair, perhaps what they called Hell on earth was just like this, tears streamed from his golden pupils.

”I’ll kill you, I’m going to kill you!”

His face flushed red, he roared angrily.

Like an ant, under the setting sun, waving its hind legs in a final declaration of war against a colossal entity, self-righteously declaring war.

Su Changxing retreated all the way, shooting all the while, nearly exhausting the bullets in his gun until no more dead trees sprouted around them.

By then, they had reached the other end of the town.

The shadow of the enormous object covered the desert, the night flowed over the rolling hills, framing the faintly visible starry sky, desolate yet magnificent.

”Did we escape?”

Qu Zhaoyu’s face showed no expression, he murmured blankly.

Wu Qingsheng’s one eye was full of blood, he took a breath and said, ”I suppose so, luckily. I thought we were doomed just now.”

The Monk walked ahead, his body swaying, trembling slightly, muttered under his breath, ”It’s toying with us, toying with us...”

The growth path of those dead trees was continuous, like someone walking toward them from afar... Su Changxing recalled, licking his parched lips, coldly speaking,

”Running like this isn’t a solution, we’ll eventually die. We need to at least bite it once, make it feel pain.”

A Long looked at Su Changxing, puzzled, ”How do we fight back? That dead tree is far from us; we can’t possibly reach it.”

Su Changxing thought for a moment and said, ”We can only try, let’s move forward first.”

It had just passed midnight, and tomorrow was the day of the Blood Moon. A faint blood mist pervaded the air again, with a charming fragrance, pleasant and captivating.

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”Eat, it might be our last meal.”

A group of people sat around a small campfire. On the ground were over a dozen steaming self-heating pots and other food.

Su Changxing brought out all the self-heating pots from the store, so two people could share a small pot.

While eating.

A Long covered his face, his voice low and mournful, ”Boss, Ah Hu shouldn’t have died there. I was down on the ground, and he dragged me out by force.”

Wu Qingsheng ate from his bowl, calmly saying, ”Why think so much, isn’t it good that you’re still alive?”

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