Otherworldly Desert Dust-Chapter 415 370 Firefly Shelter

The night gradually darkened.

Wu Hen's small team had essentially come up empty-handed.

They had no choice but to seek out the Prison Director, whose knowledge was profound, and wisdom outstanding. Surely, he must have understood the whole history of the town by now, knew the origins of the Evil Spirit, and was already waiting for them in a safe haven sprinkled with salt and adorned with crosses, grilling meat...

But, as expected, the unexpected happened.

"We can't find our way back," Cheng Liang said with a wry smile.

"Being trapped in circles is normal. If an Evil Spirit couldn't change the terrain to trap a space in a dead maze state, I would look down on such an Evil Spirit," Wu Hen said.

"I told you we shouldn't have separated!"

At first, the group had been full of confidence, believing they were different from the other wanderers.

But soon enough, they were scurrying around the town like headless flies, finding no food, no safe shelter, and no information on the Evil Spirit here.

As night fell, unsettling things had yet to appear, but they were already passing anxious emotions to each other. Some suggested splitting up quickly to collect materials while there was still a little time; others suggested staying put in a house and not going anywhere; and some proposed grouping together with the wanderers, to spread the danger out.

Wu Hen thought it was wisest to spread out the risk, so he decisively found a gathering place for wanderers.

The wanderers all brought their own tents, showing a lot of experience. Even if they were to stay in a house marked by time, they still had to set up tents...

The sun had completely set, making the swamp even gloomier.

As they walked, Wu Hen saw a swamp red tree growing out of a brick house. During the day, the swamp red tree gleamed with a very bright luster, perfect for making mahogany furniture to showcase luxury. But at night, the tree's bark looked like it had been splashed with a thick layer of blood, and whenever his gaze shifted sideways, the corner of his eye always gave the illusion that it was bleeding!

"There are fireflies!" Wu Hen wasn't concerned about the bleeding swamp tree, but noticed the tiny bugs emitting a faint glow.

"Where? We can't see them?" The prison guards looked in the direction Wu Hen pointed but only saw the bleeding swamp tree.

Wu Hen realized that the others were clueless because he was a Visual Spiritual Awakener, and he had reached the Fourth Rank. Some soul lights he could see; those fireflies invisible to the naked eye were only visible to him.

"Using these fireflies to fill an enclosed space can ward off the Evil Spirit, right?" Wu Hen recalled the method once used by his younger aunt, Su Li. Even if the Evil Spirits outside had become an army, as long as a closed space was filled with the glow of fireflies, it would be a perfect haven!

"We don't know... It's not written in any book," Hu Lu said.

"Bai Luobo, why does your voice sound a bit sharper, and you seem so tense?" Cheng Liang said.

"Listen to me, start collecting these fireflies right now. I'll tell you where they are, and you can use your clothes, hands, or whatever means possible!" Wu Hen said earnestly.

Of course his voice would be tense.

After reaching the Fourth Rank in Spiritual Vision, Wu Hen could already see the soul light of the Evil Spirit!

With the night enveloping them, ghost fires began to emerge all over the Evil Spirit Town, floating above the town's buildings like heads ablaze with Netherworld Fire, like festival balloons, staring down at the living people below.

The number of Ghost Fire Heads was staggering, turning the town into a veritable Ghost Kingdom, and what was worse, the surrounding swamps were now roamed by dark figures. The swamps, so silent in daylight, became the realm of ghostly creatures at night.

These Evil Spirits could not be measured by any realm.

But with their current situation, any resentful Evil Spirit could easily take their lives.

This night was destined to be filled with extreme terror!

"There are a few on the tree."

"And a few under the eaves..."

"Grab them quickly. Whether we survive tonight depends on these little guys!"

Wu Hen had thought the method his younger aunt used was well-known among the people of Great Expanse.

But now it seemed clear she was different from the ordinary citizens of the Great Expanse. In that dreadful Evil City, without any extraordinary abilities, she had led a group of people to escape...

Zai Wu was obviously not an ordinary Heavenly Light.

It just had the misfortune of encountering Little Yi.

"Is this enough?" Prison Guard Wang Sheng was actually quite good at capturing them.

The naked eye couldn't see a single firefly, but grouping several together revealed their faint light, making them visible. Initially, the other prison guards thought they were grasping at thin air until Wang Sheng, from Huaguo Village, captured several and held them in his open palm.

"Good, find an enclosed place quickly. Make sure the fireflies can't fly out, and at the same time, make sure their light fills the space. Whether it's transparent or not doesn't matter," Wu Hen said.

The number of fireflies was just about sufficient.

Next, they needed to find a suitable shelter.

Wu Hen remembered how they used to hide in train cars or subways, places that were highly enclosed.

But most houses in the town were damaged, even without roofs, making a proper shelter a tough find.

"A place with trees won't do," Hu Lu specifically reminded everyone.

"The better-preserved ones are already taken by other wanderers," Cheng Liang said helplessly.

"They don't welcome us much."

They were dressed differently from the wanderers, although there were no obvious signs that they were from Eagle City, it was clear that they were also backed by the power of a living town. The wanderers were very wary of them, even hostile, feeling that it was these people who had destroyed their homeland.

"We'll have to go back to the workshop garage of that adulterous man," Wu Hen said.

"Alright, there are some tools there that we can use to seal up the broken spots... Oh, right, Bai Luobo, what exactly did you see?" Cheng Liang asked.

"It's better for you to not know," Wu Hen said, his gaze fixed on Cheng Liang.

Cheng Liang nodded, vaguely feeling that Wu Hen wasn't looking directly at him.

But he didn't pay much attention and immediately led the others back the way they came.

Of course, Wu Hen wasn't looking directly at him, because Cheng Liang had been standing next to a disheveled head with soul light emanating from it that hadn't yet solidified, but one could imagine the disheveled head already sniffing the scent of Cheng Liang, the fresh meat...

After full night fell, the others would see the terrifying sight of streets full of floating heads.

Fortunately, they didn't encounter any ghost walls on the way back.

Everyone quickly entered the workshop garage.

Broken wooden planks, tin sheets, shading cloth, plastic, newspapers—they all became bricks for the wall, as long as they could fill in and cover the damaged areas.

"We can't lower this roll-up door!"

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The biggest flaw in the garage was this roll-up door; right now, they couldn't find enough materials to cover it entirely.

"There's solid glue here, let's disassemble the glass from this house and create a glass wall," Cheng Liang said.

It had gotten dark.

Everyone could see things floating with their naked eyes, their hair standing on end. They had thought the Evil Spirits here were more reserved, but it turned out they had been hovering over the whole town all along, silently watching these intruders, silently waiting for the darkness to set in.

After dismantling all the glass in the house, everyone created a glass mosaic on the workbench, eventually forming a complete glass wall. Places with gaps and cracks were covered with newspapers and cloth!

"Release the fireflies," Wu Hen immediately ordered.

"There's still a gap!"

"There's no time, take off your clothes to cover it!" Wu Hen was the first to take off his clothes to cover the gap.

The moment Wu Hen shouted, the temperature around them plummeted as if a cold air suddenly hit them, followed by the appearance of sinister Ghost Fire Heads around them!

They bled endlessly from their necks, and although their faces were not incredibly hideous, they were pale to the extreme, like people who had just died not long ago. Clearly devoid of any life, their faces were still etched with all the pain and resentment they felt before death!

"My God!" The other Prison Guards were terrified at this sight.

Everyone quickly stripped off their clothes, including the female Prison Guard Hu Lu, who, without care for modesty, stripped down to her underwear, then used one hand to cover the leak in the sidewall and the other to support the possibly falling glass.

The others did the same, using hands and feet, covering gaps, holes, and breakages with their clothes, trying to prevent the fireflies from escaping and using this method to fend off the Evil Spirits outside.

The dim firefly light illuminated the ramshackle garage; including Wu Hen, the five people looked like artistic sculptures, pressed against the walls in various bizarre positions.

Because the garage door was made of glass, they could see the scene on the streets of the town through it...

Across the street, a wanderer hiding in the Red Tree House was holding a stick, trying to fight off the Evil Spirits with it.

But on the branches of the red tree, several heads were impaled, looking like red grapefruits grown on the tree, except that the necks still bled nonstop, with bright red blood painting the bark deep red!

"Ahhhhhh!"

A miserable scream came from the Red Tree House across the street; they witnessed the not-so-smart wanderer being devoured...

Only the wanderer's limbs and torso were devoured.

The head was intact and placed by the Evil Spirits on the dining table as if it were a tribute left on the stove.

After watching the whole process, the female Prison Guard Hu Lu did not vomit, but the young Prison Guard Cheng Liang couldn't take it anymore.

Unsteady, the hole he was covering with his hat skewed a bit, letting in some Evil Wind.

"Do you want to die!" Hu Lu scolded.

"I'm sorry." Cheng Liang hurriedly adjusted himself, enduring the discomfort and fixing the angle of his hat.

"Who can move around? Come help us stick our clothes and hats to the gaps; we can't maintain this all night," Wu Hen said.

"I should be able to move," Wang Sheng said.

Wang Sheng had glue on his hands; after sticking his clothes to the wall, he was free to move. He then went to others, helping them glue their clothes to the wall, freeing everyone from the need to maintain those weird positions.

Just as Wang Sheng had helped Wu Hen free himself, a red grapefruit head suddenly floated up without warning, hovering behind Wang Sheng's back like someone who had just woken up...

"Shhh!" Wu Hen immediately put a finger to his lips, signaling everyone to be quiet.

Wang Sheng also felt the chill, his body stiffening, not daring to move.

The others kept still against the wall, then turned their faces this way, but what almost made them wet themselves was that a Ghost Head was floating in the garage!

"It's the male owner of this house; we're in his garage," Wu Hen whispered, informing the others.