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“So, elder, did I stick a needle into you yesterday?”

“Huh… you know what! I remember now, you did prick me! Ouch, it hurts… Oh,

I forgot, you seemed to have pricked a certain word on me…”

Leonard made a few attempts.

And he understood in an instant.

According to his careful thinking, once he discovered a problem, he would

definitely find a way to remind his next cycle self to make some preparations.

And all the scenes in the ruins should be rewinding.

Those preparations must have been left on the only unaffected Elder Clinton.

He didn’t bother to think about textual data.

The Leonard of yesterday must have considered this issue.

But the fact is, besides Elder Clinton’s own body, everything else on him seems to be rewinding too. Clothes, backpacks, everything.

Leonard had tried leaving tattoos on himself.

But they didn’t stick either.

Leonard gave up after trying several methods he could think of.

His personality was definitely the type to consider all the possibilities.

The only confirmed useful thing now was Elder Clinton’s unreliable memory.

Take a chance.

Leonard and his party walked on, casually chatting, and stepped into the pitch- black ruins.

They had noticed from the platform that there were many scattered buildings on the mountain.

After the four of them walked up, they did find rows of exquisite wooden houses.

The architectural style was older than the Taren Dynasty, with a magical touch.

Almost all buildings are purely wooden, with no steel or cement. Each household had various shapes of wind chimes hanging at their doors, and paper lanterns.

They ascended the quartzite steps.

Catherine Carter looked around and asked, “Have you noticed a problem?”

Leonard knew what she wanted to ask, he whispered, “Are you asking why these buildings don’t have any traces of time on them? As if people are living in them?”

Catherine Carter nodded: “Yes.”

From the previous train platform to the current houses, they don’t feel like ruins.

But what’s weird is that there’s no people.

No monsters either.

Just as the two were puzzled, Elder Clinton seemed to remember something, scratched his head, “That’s not right, as I remember… it was quite lively here.” At his word, Leonard and the others looked at him, feeling a strange tingle on their scalps.

Lively?

They carefully observed the buildings and didn’t see any figures or shadows, so how could there be people?

Had Elder Clinton mixed up his memories?

Leonard pondered.

However, at this moment, an abrupt change occurred.

The whole dark mountain town lit up in an instant.

The lanterns under the eaves of the houses shone with orange light, lighting up the whole town.

The breeze blew, and the sound of wind chimes echoed in their ears.

Like a shower of silver coins on the ground, it cleared their minds in an instant.

This sudden change surprised Leonard and the others, their eyes reflected the orange scenery.

The scene of a cozy mountain town was indeed heartwarming, but it also made their goosebumps stand up.

After many lanterns lit up, something even more bizarre happened.

Red light spread on the stone path, casting mottled and dreamy shadows.

The furniture and bedding in the previously empty houses slowly appeared, and smoke began to rise from the chimneys on the roofs.

Leonard even noticed all sorts of delicious food appearing on the stalls of the street they were standing on – crispy fried chicken, golden roast suckling pig, soft stewed meat… the enticing smell of meat wafted out.

It seemed like a bustling night market.

Leonard frowned as he looked at it.

They finally realized what Elder Clinton meant by “many people”.

Because not only did a bustling night market appear on the streets, but numerous shadows appeared as well.

One, two, three… until they were everywhere.

They weren’t human in shape, most of them were grotesque ghosts.

The whole street was bustling with ghostly monsters that Enlightenment

Display marked as “Unknown Catastrophe Level”!

Yes, Catastrophe!

Not small monsters!

Ghostly Catastrophes just like that slit-mouthed woman!

Even Leonard couldn’t help but blink at this sight.

So many Catastrophe Level monsters, even a legendary fighter would probably fall before them.

Thankfully, most of these ghostly Catastrophes were marked as “Neutral” by the Enlightenment Display.

Furthermore, Leonard had a “Summer Shepherd Necromancer Affinity +15” aura, so these Evil Spirits didn’t appear to hold any ill will towards him.

Elder Clinton wasn’t affected either.

However, Catherine Carter and Colin seemed a bit conspicuous.

When those ghosts floated past, they stared at the two with a look that screamed, “Delicious food!”

There was even a Greedy Ghost, whose tongue dragged on the ground, who licked Colin’s face.

Just as Colin was about to take action.

Elder Clinton, as if he’d suddenlyremembered something, cried, “No!”

He tried to explain, “Oh, don’t start a fight in the city. Otherwise, the malice towards the residents might provoke a powerful Evil Spirit to come after you.” Would malice provoke hatred?

Leonard listened to this, and his eyes narrowed, “Well, well… this is interesting.”

Seeing the city filled with Catastrophes, this ruin was becoming more and more interesting.

Since he didn’t die yesterday, there must be a way to prevent attacks.

Moreover, normally, Catastrophe-level monsters wouldn’t gather like this.

The only explanation that the clues lead to now could only be the Angel’s Remains.