There was no head, only a few dead bones swallowed by the sand, and the rest of the decorations turned into decaying dust. There was almost no movement, the house was wiped out, and there was a tree on the road that seemed to have taken root and grown for decades. If you don’t look carefully,

It is difficult to detect this subtle change, but the surrounding buildings remain silent, and no one notices the changes here.

"..."

The gray-white mist disappeared at some point. The Declined King thought for a moment, pushed the door open and left the telegraph office, and then stretched out his hand to pull. The door bolt and wall automatically turned into decaying black ash, and silently, he connected the entire wooden door.

The door frame was completely torn off.

Then, He casually leaned the door against a wall with the door number facing out. He grasped the handle again, slowly turned it, and pushed the door open into the wall.

The door was leaning against the wall. He took a step forward and stepped right into the gap between the door and the wall.

At this moment, he saw the gray-white mist again. They did not spread from the door, but seemed to fill the whole world in an instant. The Declined King felt something in his heart and looked around, only to see the surrounding people.

The buildings were no longer the low-rise houses scattered among the small single-family buildings in Banxi Port. He saw that everything had changed.

He was in an alley, with long bluestone bricks under his feet and black bricks and white tiles on the wall. He looked into the distance and saw a short-shirted vendor pushing a cart selling fruit on the street, and the sound in his throat when he yelled.

The black festering vocal cords trembled in the cracks, and I saw dozens of meters high buildings. The neon lights with traditional Chinese characters were turned on during the day, with fancy colors and lights. I also saw the long skirts greeting guests with a smile at the door.

A woman, dragging a swaying body made of bones and broken flesh.

His expression became a little strange, and a cold and forbidding expression appeared on "Edward's" face like never before.

"What "God of Weather"..."

"It's actually the City of Disaster that is consciously eroding reality?"

TBC

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"Why are the Sefirot talking?" (Frowning) (Beating)

Return to the main storyline.

The eyes of the humanoid shell of the decay simulation have no pupils. After all, pupils are used by animals to sense light. If ultrasound, smell, peripheral senses, optical refraction and mystical methods are used to understand the world, then there is no need for pupils. Naturally

You don't need this map either.
Chapter completed!