Chapter 91: 69. Black curved hook

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In this Twilight Dream, Noland Lee doesn’t need to catch his breath, nor does he consume physical strength. Even after running for a long time, he doesn’t feel tired.

20 hours pass and he finally arrives at the mountain range beneath the mysterious figure. This journey has far exceeded his expectations. Along the way, he comes across three strange incidents.

First:

The slender object suspending the mysterious figure in the air is not the “rope” he had imagined.

To be precise, it is not wrapped around the mysterious figure’s neck. Instead, it is a pure black hook.

Noland Lee cannot determine its material, but he is certain that the black crescent-shaped hook pierces the figure’s chin, coming out from the top of the skull. The hook has penetrated the mysterious figure’s skull from bottom to top.

All of the figure’s weight is placed on the curved hook, and there is no other place for support.

If the mysterious figure is still alive, they must be suffering immense pain.

And this leads to the second strange incident Noland Lee discovered!

The mysterious figure has no clothing on their body. their muscles are withered, skin dull – the dried, darkening dirty blood spreads like a dark red river across the body from their skull.

The pierced, lower jaw is torn apart, the wound curled back, revealing dark red rotten flesh and clots.

The figure’s face is twisted in pain, with their eyes pale and lifeless, like those of a dead fish.

Despite all this, the mysterious figure is still not dead.

their head would twitch as if trying to break free from

would cause the hook to

is the result of their cries

approximately 20 of these

he gets closer to the mysterious figure, each cry he hears is more powerful and mournful than the

was 50 minutes ago, and another one is

this moment, Noland Lee doesn’t hurry on

his golden

is in response to

out, a

body is

body, and feels a weak sense of touch when in contact

ball is

to lift him up and throw him away in the

from the wind

Noland Lee has

this time the cries are

is

crevice, Noland Lee looks up at the figure, using the countdown on his Personal Panel

seconds, the

ground, as if noticing the golden light ball

with a trace of hope,

open slightly, and

blows from high above, and the surrounding trees sway with a rustling sound, while dust

crevice, preparing to take off vertically

amidst the howling winds,

“Plop! ”

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