Chapter 1469： abnormal (1/2)

The huge team that was walking silently in the projection of the city suddenly raised their eyes, and countless "gazes" fell on Amber's hiding place in an instant-even though the residents of the shadows have no facial features at all, even though they have no "eyes" on their faces, However, at the moment when those invisible clouds wrapped in bandages raised their heads, Amber was still 100% sure—they were watching themselves.

At this moment, Kohaku felt all the hairs on her body stand up, and her heartbeat stopped for half a beat.

She has only encountered such a horror and a sudden cardiac arrest once in her life-it was a night of war, and she was shivering in an ancient tomb, looking at a man who had slept for seven hundred years. The old zongzi lifted the lid of his coffin...

Not so thrilling and exciting at the moment!

However, in the next second, she noticed that the inhabitants of the shadows just cast their sights on this side. This huge "migration team" did not stop at all. They were still moving forward in silence, as if they were fulfilling a certain mission, and they kept heading north. Moving, and in the process, their "gaze" never left her position.

They just walked forward, silent, watching, countless eyes fell on Amber in silence. Gradually, Amber began to realize that this silent staring and moving forward suddenly turned away from all the eyes just now. At that moment, it was even weird and terrifying.

She swallowed subconsciously, and slowly stood up from where she was hiding—the concentrated eyesight showed that there was no point in hiding her figure here. Standing on the edge of the tall building, she quietly looked down at the huge team that was slowly "migrating" from below. The eyes of both sides met silently in the air-they still didn't stop, and Amber didn't look back.

Amber thought for a while, after all, she resisted the urge to open a shadowy rift and return to the present world. She had gradually calmed down. After the huge and terrifying feeling of weirdness and oppression faded a little, she took a breath and raised her head. Looking at the direction where the "Shadow Army" came from, he leaped towards the top of another nearby building with a little step.

She wanted to see where such a large number of shadow residents came from, to detect intelligence and report it in time...this is her mission.

Although the scene in front of me is weird and disturbing, at least one thing remains the same: the inhabitants of the shadows will not attack themselves. These chaotic and suspicious "comrades" are just as "suspicious" as always. As long as this is confirmed, she will Feel relieved.

Amber's figure began to move between the continuous projections of the building, like a quick finches, it shuttled and jumped between the distorted walls, the curly roof and the broken floating tiles, and the shadows lingered behind her like a cloud, supporting her. She moved her body across the sky in a way that completely violated gravity, and left a series of faint trails behind her.

Under her feet, the "army" composed of the inhabitants of the shadows also constantly shifted their gaze, watching the figure crossing the sky in a continuous march. This scene was silent and treacherous-but Kohaku forcibly ignored what these sights brought to her. Under heavy pressure, she forced herself not to care about the army, but to cast her gaze further away, to the vast suburbs outside the city.

I don’t know how long she has crossed the border of the city. At the end of this distorted projection, there is the endless wilderness outside Cecil City. On the vast land, what she sees is still countless shadow dwellers. , Can't see the source, can't see the end, they seem to converge from a more distant place, and continue to carry on the mysterious "march."

Amber suspected that even if she followed the direction of the source of this army for a whole day, she would not be able to see the beginning of this army... She even suspected that all the inhabitants of the shadow world had gathered together and were moving towards a certain goal. .

This scene is like... a "pilgrimage."

Humber finally shook his head and turned around to tear open a shadowy rift. The opposite of the shadowy rift showed the scenery of the current world-I am afraid that there will be no results if we continue to track it. The most urgent thing is to go back and report her findings.

She did not choose to return to Cecil Palace through the "shortcut" in the shadow world because she was worried that tearing the "passage" to Cecil Palace in front of the "army" would cause unexpected troubles. After all... she actually I don't know much about my "comrades" who are silent and weird.

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The fine sea waves hit the black coastal reefs below. The sea water turned into white foam in the sound of the flapping, and was stained with a layer of orange-red brilliance in the sinking sunlight. The steep sea-facing cliffs stood on the waves. Above, facing the erosion brought by the sea breeze, the entire cliff appeared mottled and peeled off.

And just at the top of the cliff, which seems to be not very stable and reliable, is lined with row upon row of houses and gloomy towers. It is a completely different architectural style from the countries of Loren, with its slender ridges and dark colors. The walls and the deliberately highlighted spire structure seem to have a mysterious texture.

A young woman with black shawl hair and a faint scar under her cheek stood on the edge of this "City of Coastal Cliffs", quietly overlooking the breaking waves that were breaking on the coastline below the cliffs, as if she was sinking into In thought, it took an unknown amount of time before she retracted her gaze and looked at the blocks in the city.

As a senior cadre of the Military Intelligence Bureau, "Sparrow Bee" has been active as a foreign businessman in this violet city named Prandall for a year and a half. Although there is no way to go to the inland areas, at least In this border city, she is already familiar with all the local customs, the city on the cliff—but for some reason, she has recently felt that this city is bringing her a weirdness. Strangeness.

The city is still the original city, and the buildings are still the original buildings. The locals living in this city have not changed much. However, all the information related to "outside the city", especially the "inland areas" is not changed. In the past half a month to a month, subtle changes have taken place, and the one who perceives such changes... seems to be the only "outsiders" like her.

The Sparrow took a breath, turned and walked towards the inner block. The gloomy and weird houses and tall towers were bathed in the sunset at dusk. The slender silhouette of the building made her think of those looking through fences or doors and windows. The bizarre phantoms of light and shadow that I saw in the cracks, for some reason, these city scenery that I was used to seeing on weekdays actually gave her a kind of dreamlike unreality.

A passerby approached him on the street, a familiar local, and the Sparrow Bee smiled on his face, calmly stepping forward to say hello: "Mr. Torrig, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Miss Flora-although it's almost evening now," the local called Torrig responded with a smile. The "Flora" in his mouth was exactly what the sparrow was using when he moved in this city. A pseudonym, "Did you go to see the scenery on the coast again?"

"The coast of breaking waves at dusk is very beautiful, especially when looking down from outside the high wall of Plantel," said sparrow bee casually. "I can't see such a scenery in my hometown. It is far away from the sea and there is only a river from the door. Flowed before."