Chapter 1610: Belated Self-Reflection

Wen Xishu felt very uncomfortable, feeling that once out of the bunker, he was pathetically weak, and his thirst for strength became stronger than ever.

But sometimes, reality is starkly different.

The two legendary hunters of Hunter City, one died in battle, and the other, though retreated fully intact, was left with an indelible psychological shadow.

Such a performance soon made his name well-known.

Not long after Leslie fled the battlefield, Wen Xishu also left that small town.

At nightfall, he hid in a cave, not daring to light a campfire. He had the special safety campfire from Pen Town.

But that thing only works for fifteen minutes, with a 24-hour interval, so in order to survive, Wen Xishu planned to use it at the most critical moment. ⅇ

That night, Wen Xishu spent in the cold wind and darkness.

A person stronger than the Red House, with so many cards up his sleeve that his opponents questioned their sanity, seemed extremely… cautious after experiencing Leslie’s assassination.

It’s not pure cowardice; Wen Xishu had often been willing to risk his life. He just felt he needed to be cautious—this wasn’t Deceit Tower; this could be a real world more dangerous than Deceit Tower.

Throughout the night, Wen Xishu encountered no danger.

His injuries also healed quickly, and he no longer appeared too distorted. But from a distance, he still gave off a feeling of… the wandering Red House.

The next day, Wen Xishu walked along the Compass’s route, frequently observing as he went.

He missed the times of Deceit Tower.

Deceit Tower was an anthology series, whereas this was a road movie.

On this road, what will be encountered? When will it be encountered? Everything is unknown.

Fortunately, Wen Xishu didn’t need food or rest.

Leaving the small town and passing through a dense mountain area, Wen Xishu found the old “national highway.”

Occasionally along the road, some old cars could be seen.

But inside the cars, there were only some human bones and nothing else.

Walking along the highway for hours, Wen Xishu also encountered some rare species wandering on the road, like zombies searching for the living.

Of course, his appearance looked like a Red House-level, and when monsters saw Wen Xishu, they would flee in fear.

Wen Xishu also knew that since the nearby monsters were so weak, that was a good thing; ecologically, the biggest fear is for the surroundings to be devoid of life, as this often indicates the existence of some creature that wiped out everything.

And having weaker creatures roam the roads actually means safety.

Around three in the afternoon, with the sun strong, Wen Xishu saw a church not far away.

Compared to the surrounding buildings, the church appeared quite intact, as if it hadn’t been ravaged by monsters.

This church was by the roadside, but within eyesight, Wen Xishu didn’t find any town.

This was just a solitary church, which immediately made Wen Xishu start to be cautious.

A Gothic style church. Wen Xishu felt… very familiar, he had definitely seen this church.

He suddenly remembered, as if he had seen it in Deceit Tower, at that time with the priest!

Inside Longxia, it’s rarely seen. Generally, such a church wouldn’t be built outside the city, in a place far from villages or shops.

So Wen Xishu increasingly felt something was amiss.

He immediately summoned the mechanical core, armed himself, and transformed into Pisces form.

After seeing a briefly blurred future, Wen Xishu felt slightly at ease:

“No combat.”

Faintly, the call of a goat came from afar, giving the place a unique quietness characteristic of a valley.

Wen Xishu decided to go inside the church.

The church’s door was not closed. After entering, Wen Xishu didn’t pay much attention to the church’s interior structure because he saw someone.

A woman, looking extremely weak, with blonde hair but an Eastern face.

She appeared to be in her early thirties, her breathing slightly rapid, not even sitting on a chair but on the floor, slumping beside the wooden chair in the church.

Although her features were delicate, her weakness made her look sickly and haggard.

Inside the church, the most conspicuous, aside from this blonde woman, was the bizarre statue. Wen Xishu wasn’t very knowledgeable about religion, but there probably isn’t a church… that worships vortices, right?

He saw in the middle of the church, the spot that should have Holy Mother Mary or nailed Jesus, a vortex had appeared.

To be precise, it was a vortex sculpture, constructed through winding lines to create a stone-sculpture texture, an unmoving vortex.

Wen Xishu didn’t like vortices.

Because they symbolize pain. Every time he saw a vortex, it brought to mind extremely twisted spirits.

Starting from the human hole, he inexplicably resisted such a vortex.

Of course, he wasn’t sure if this vortex was just overthinking it; maybe it was just a coincidence, or perhaps the vortex symbolized… chaos?

Thinking this way, it could be a church of some cult? Such a church shouldn’t exist in Longxia.

He decided to investigate. Although he didn’t like vortices, the more he disliked them, the more he had to consider the likelihood of encountering them frequently in the future.

Knowing oneself and one’s enemy is best.

“Are you alright?” Wen Xishu asked.

He was addressing the blonde woman.

The woman was a little surprised:

“Ah… are you talking to me?”

Wen Xishu frowned:

“Is there anyone else here?”

The blonde woman’s voice was very soft, and because she was weak, she couldn’t speak loudly: