Xingtetsu: You are not included in Elio's script!

Chapter 671

The group struggled forward while being chased and blocked by the Black Tide Beasts, and finally arrived at the border of Stikosia.

There is a thin layer of black mist here, through which the ruined city walls and twisted building ruins can be vaguely seen.

San Yueqi nervously pulled the corner of Lin Yu's clothes and said, "It feels so gloomy here, even scarier than I imagined."

"Everyone be careful, the black tide here is more powerful, and we will be eroded if we are not careful." Her heart was beating violently, and the black lines seemed to be echoing some kind of power in the city.

Lin Yu looked around vigilantly and tightened his sword, "I always feel like there are countless eyes staring at us."

Just when Xiadie was at a loss, a mysterious figure slowly emerged from the mist...

There was a throne in the mist, and on the throne sat a figure condensed from the black tide. Its face... was exactly the same as the man Xiadie had seen on the boat.

"Xiadie..." Lin Yu called softly, with a hint of worry in his voice.

"Xiadie!" Sanyueqi raised his voice and took a step forward, full of anxiety.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Xiadie came back to her senses, looking at everyone with a hint of confusion still in her eyes.

"What happened to you just now? You suddenly seemed to have lost your soul and you didn't respond when I called you." San Yueqi waved his hand in front of Xiadie's eyes, his movements urgent.

"Stop shaking, I can see." Xiadie said, trying to calm herself down, countless questions surged in her mind.

"Come on, I'm fine, keep going."

Seeing that Xiadie was not seriously injured, everyone continued to move forward in the direction ahead.

But the ground beneath my feet seemed to be cursed, becoming increasingly slippery and sticky. Every step I took seemed to break through a fragile film, splashing some black water with a foul smell.

The black mist in the air seemed to have life, surging and growing thicker, almost completely blocking the view. The crowd could only grope forward relying on each other's shouts and their faint senses.

The mist seeped into the gaps in clothes and stuck to the skin, making it chilly and carrying an indescribable chill.

Finally, a city silhouette appeared vaguely in the fog - the Ancient City of Dragon Skeleton.

As they approached the city gate, a thick and sickening smell of decay hit them in the face. The smell was like the stench of countless corpses rotting underground for many years, mixed with the musty smell of old wood and the fishy smell of rust.

The city gate was half-open, like the slightly open bloody mouth of a giant beast, emitting an ominous aura in the darkness, as if it would swallow them up at any time.

The iron rings on the city gate were covered in rust, and every mark of rust looked like a hideous wound carved by time. The rivets on the door panels were also shaky, as if they would fall off with the slightest touch.

Everyone slowly stepped into the city, and the scene before them was shocking.

Most of the buildings on both sides of the street have collapsed, leaving only broken walls and ruins.

The walls were covered with black moss, which looked like cursed lines, growing in winding patterns and emitting a strange glow.

The window glass of some buildings had long been shattered, and the empty window frames were like dead eyes, staring at the intruders.

The wood around the window frame has also rotted and a piece can be broken off with a slight bend.

The shop signs that once stood there were now hanging crookedly, and some had already fallen to the ground, with the words on them becoming blurred due to the erosion of time and the black tide.

The color of the sign has long faded, and the originally bright paint has turned into a gray block. The outline of the pattern that was once painted can still be vaguely seen, but it has also been completely unrecognizable.

The wreckage of the carriages on the street was scattered all over the place, and the rotten wheels and broken shafts seemed to tell the tragic story of the disaster that year.

The leather on the carriage had turned to dust, leaving only the skeleton-like frame. Most of the spokes on the wheels were also broken and scattered in the mud nearby.

Going further, a huge clock tower stands in the middle of the street. The clock is tilted and the hands on the clock face are stuck at a strange moment, as if time has stopped here as well.

There were deep cracks on the walls of the bell tower, as if they had been torn apart by some huge force. Some black mucus seeped out of the cracks, emitting a pungent smell.

At the top of the clock tower, the original weather vane has disappeared, leaving only a bare metal pole, swaying in the night wind, making a creaking sound.

In the distance, a magnificent palace seemed to be invisible in the mist.

On the roof of the palace, some sculptures were already incomplete, with only distorted outlines remaining, as if they had been gnawed by unknown monsters.

The original face of the sculpture is no longer recognizable. Only strange-shaped stones remain, some of which look like their heads have been torn off, and some of which look like their arms have been broken, scattered among the tiles on the roof.

The gate of the palace was closed, and the steps in front of the gate were covered with black thorns. The prickles of the thorns flickered with a faint light, as if warning everyone not to approach.

These thorns are entangled with each other to form a natural barrier. Each thorn is as hard as iron and has some black dewdrops hanging on it. I don't know if it is condensed from fog or something else.

The streets were filled with a thin layer of black dust, as if it had peeled off the walls and roofs of the buildings, and it made a rustling sound when you stepped on it.

When the wind blew, the dust flew in the air and got into people's mouths and noses, making them cough.

Occasionally, you can see some broken ceramic fragments and rusty metal objects scattered on the ground, reflecting faint light, like the last remnants of the city's former prosperity.

In a corner of the city, there is a fountain, which has now dried up and the fountain pool is filled with garbage and debris.

The sculpture on the fountain may have originally been a beautiful goddess or a brave warrior, but now it is unrecognizable and has been corroded to the point that only a rough human figure remains, and the weapons or magical instruments in its hands are no longer visible.

In the distant sky, a dim moon hangs high in the sky, and the moonlight shines on the ancient city, covering the entire city with a layer of silver-gray gauze, which makes it even more eerie and weird.

There seemed to be a faint halo around the moon, but the halo was a strange purple color, intertwined with the black mist, making people shudder.

As he was walking, Lin Yu suddenly stopped. He keenly noticed a vague figure in a house not far away, who seemed to be muttering something.

He immediately made a hushing gesture with his mouth, signaling everyone to keep quiet, and then slowly moved forward.

Everyone's heart was in their throat and they followed him closely, not daring to breathe.

As they approached the house, a playful voice came from inside.

"Hehe... another gold coin. Although this city is a bit dilapidated, there are still many good things left here~." Then, there was a gentle patting sound, as if the person was patting his waist bag, and the sound of coins colliding with each other made an expanding sound, crisp and tempting.

At this moment, San Yueqi accidentally stepped on a branch next to his feet and broke it. The "crack" sound was particularly harsh in this silent environment.

The room suddenly became quiet and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"Who!" A sharp voice rang out, followed by hurried footsteps. The man quickly drew out his dagger, thinking that it was another monster from the city attacking.

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