Although everyone harbored their own thoughts, they ultimately decided to join “Heaven’s Mouth” together.

After all, most people knew nothing about this world. Now that someone was standing before them, swearing earnestly that they “could leave,” anyone would want to go and see for themselves.

Just as Jin Yuanxun was about to lead everyone away, Qi Xia’s gaze swept toward a small path beside the plaza.

He had been down this path once before—it led to the safest game in the “Land of the End.”

One “Dao” for another “Dao,” with no danger throughout the entire process, just like a sightseeing tour.

If possible, Qi Xia wanted to go see Man-Mouse and apologize to that child.

“Everyone, please go ahead with Jin Yuanxun. I’ll catch up shortly,” Qi Xia quietly retreated to the back of the group and said to everyone.

Jin Yuanxun was somewhat confused upon hearing this. “Brother, you’ll catch up? Do you even know where our organization is?”

Qi Xia realized his slip of the tongue and changed his answer. “I forgot to ask. Draw me a map.”

Jin Yuanxun nodded and pulled out a map he had already prepared from his pocket, handing it to Qi Xia. “Our organization is at a place that looks like a school. This is a map I drew earlier.”

Qiao Jiajin looked at Qi Xia with a thoughtful expression. “Liar Boy, what are you going to do?”

“Just wandering around nearby,” Qi Xia replied. “It won’t take too long.”

“I’ll go with you,” Qiao Jiajin said cautiously as he surveyed their surroundings. “I keep feeling like something’s off about this place.”

“With me?” Qi Xia looked at Qiao Jiajin with confusion.

“Yeah, didn’t we agree to cooperate?” Qiao Jiajin laughed cheerfully. “You’re my ‘brain.’ If you get lost, I won’t be able to go back.”

Hearing this, Qi Xia nodded with relief. Even though Qiao Jiajin didn’t remember what had happened before, he was still himself.

“In that case…” Jin Yuanxun walked up to the two of them. “Brothers, I’ll take the remaining people to the organization. You two be careful.”

“Liar Boy, where are we going to wander around?” Qiao Jiajin stretched and asked.

“Follow me,” Qi Xia answered with a calm expression, leading Qiao Jiajin toward the small path.

The two shuttled through the narrow road for quite some time. Qi Xia searched according to his memory, trying to find Man-Mouse’s small warehouse.

Although that warehouse was tiny, it carried all of Man-Mouse’s hopes. She must have collected various odds and ends from many places, then carefully designed this game.

But Qi Xia had destroyed it all.

If he could see her this time, he might as well give her a few reasonable suggestions for improving the game, help her earn more “Dao,” and consider it atonement.

“Strange…” Qi Xia surveyed the street broadly but didn’t find anyone in front of any of the buildings. He muttered to himself, “Did I remember the wrong road?”

“Are you looking for something?” Qiao Jiajin asked with confusion.

“I…” The words reached Qi Xia’s lips but didn’t come out. Although he trusted Qiao Jiajin, he still hadn’t revealed his memories. “No, I’m just looking around.”

The two turned the street corner and were about to continue walking when they saw something dark lying across the middle of the road ahead.

Qi Xia froze, a feeling of dread rising in his heart. He was about to step forward when Qiao Jiajin grabbed him.

“Damn… Liar Boy, wait.”

Qiao Jiajin moved Qi Xia behind him and slowly walked forward.

On the ground was a thin, small corpse that had already turned black.

Her face was dark and ugly, her skin beginning to rot and dissolve. Around her lay pools of foul-smelling yellow pus.

And at the corpse’s lower abdomen, a rotting flower of flesh bloomed open.

“How could this happen…” Qi Xia looked at the thin figure in disbelief, his mind filled with horror.

This was clearly Man-Mouse, yet she had died here.

Qiao Jiajin crouched down, covered his nose and examined the body roughly, then said, “The corpse has already passed the bloating stage and is starting to rot and blacken severely. She’s been dead for at least ten days.”

“Ten days…?” Qi Xia’s heart jolted. “You’re saying this corpse has been dead for ten days?”

“Could be more than ten days,” Qiao Jiajin stood up and took a step back while covering his mouth and nose. “I felt something was strange as soon as I arrived here. The stench in the air is very unusual. Maybe many people have died in this city.”

Qi Xia slowly walked forward, feeling something throbbing faintly in his mind.

Why had everyone else been resurrected… but not Man-Mouse?

Did this child not have the “right” to resurrect?

But on second thought, even Man-Sheep had been resurrected. Why would Man-Mouse, who was also a “Zodiac,” still be lying here?

“Liar Boy, did you know this person?”

Know her…

Qi Xia didn’t know how to answer.

He didn’t even know this child’s name. The two had only met once in panic. But if he hadn’t appeared, she wouldn’t be lying here at all.

He walked to the side, plucked a dark red flower from the roadside, and returned to place it on Man-Mouse’s chest.

If this child had a choice, she probably would have chosen to never have met him.

“I don’t know her. I just feel a bit of regret seeing such a young child dead here,” Qi Xia said to Qiao Jiajin. “Let’s go.”

Although Qiao Jiajin didn’t understand Qi Xia’s behavior, he could only follow his “brain.”

After taking three steps away, Qi Xia suddenly thought of something and stopped in place.

“What’s wrong?” Qiao Jiajin asked.

Qi Xia turned back with confusion and looked at Man-Mouse’s corpse.

Something felt incongruous.

He looked around Man-Mouse’s body. Apart from the pus spilled everywhere, there was surprisingly nothing else.

Where was the mask?

Qi Xia frowned. If the state of this place had been preserved from ten days ago, why was the mask missing?

Had someone stolen it, or had “Zhu Que” taken it away?

Although he had returned to the “Land of the End” with his memories intact, Qi Xia still knew nothing about this place.

To figure out what was happening here, he could only go see Chu Tianqiu.

“It’s nothing. Let’s hurry and meet up with the others.”

The two left the alley and returned to the previous plaza, which was now completely empty.

Qi Xia looked up at the screen again. It still displayed: “I heard the echo of ‘Disaster Beckoning.'”

The “Echo” users he had encountered before never maintained their “Echo” for this long. It seemed Han Yimo’s ability was indeed very special.

After staring at the screen for a while, Qi Xia suddenly noticed something carved on the pillar beneath the display.

Moving closer, he saw two numbers: “87.”

He gently touched these two numbers with his hand.

These numbers seemed to be scattered throughout various corners of the city. What exactly did they represent?

“I have too many questions I want to ask Chu Tianqiu right now.”

Qi Xia turned around, only to suddenly find a withered, smiling old face before him.

The person stood on tiptoe, their entire body like a dead, withered tree.

They kept bringing their wrinkled face closer and closer to Qi Xia.