Herag saw through Shenlan’s environment monitor that there was nothing behind the door, no one at all.
Yet the whole house continued to shudder violently, and the banging behind the door grew stronger.
"There were definitely people just now." Herag had seen through Shenlan’s monitor that there were indeed two people inside the house, a man and a woman.
But at some point, these two people disappeared without a trace, and Herag couldn’t sense it; he didn’t find out from Shenlan’s feedback when they had vanished.
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After thinking it over, Herag felt it was too dangerous to stay and decided to turn back, intending to leave via the mountain road.
As Herag walked forward, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him.
He immediately stopped, and the footsteps behind him also came to a halt.
"Who’s there?" Herag looked back, seeing nothing but emptiness, and Shenlan hadn’t detected any living presence.
"Dark Energy Shield!"
Herag applied three shields to himself, feeling a bit more secure in his heart.
Not noticing anything unusual, he continued to walk forward.
The footsteps behind sounded again, and Herag felt that there was indeed a "person" pressed close behind him; he could even feel the breath from behind blowing on his neck.
But when he turned around, there was still no one there.
The 3D model of the surroundings floated in Herag’s vision; he carefully checked every area, finding no second person present.
He quickened his pace, simply rushing forward, and the footsteps behind also sped up, seemingly pursuing him closely.
Herag suddenly stopped, frowning as he looked at the surrounding scenery.
Turning around, he saw the road leading to the foot of the mountain, and in the distance at the foot of the mountain, he saw the One-Line Sky Canyon.
"Why am I at the top of the mountain?"
Herag found that at some point he had reached the mountain top, the area with the densest houses in Valley Town.
The house he had knocked on earlier was midway up the mountain, not far from the tavern.
Herag remembered clearly that he was heading toward the foot of the mountain, so how did he suddenly end up at the top?
He stood in place for a moment, then continued to walk downhill, and when passing by that house, he found it particularly quiet inside, with nothing banging on the door.
Herag deliberately detoured to walk away from that house.
Passing by the tavern, the lights inside were still on, with not a sound to be heard.
Herag peeked inside and saw the butter beer mug on the table still in place, unchanged.
The footsteps behind never stopped, and Herag never figured out where the sound was coming from.
So far, he hadn’t encountered any danger, suspecting that his own footsteps might be echoing in some way, yet the feeling of being shadowed by someone never disappeared, and his neck still felt occasional breaths.
"I definitely need to brush up on necromancy knowledge when I get back; facing such scenarios leaves me with too few options."
Herag didn’t panic, guessing that he had probably encountered something like an evil spirit.
Necromancy is a vast field, encompassing all sorts of knowledge, and many wizards specialize in it.
Heaven’s Edge was again right ahead; just a few more steps on this mountain road would lead him out of Valley Town.
"Just as I thought..."
As expected, Herag found himself at the top of the mountain again; he hadn’t sensed when the surroundings had changed, not at all aware.
"The positions of the stars..." Herag closed his eyes, sensing the positions of the stars above.
The star positions hadn’t changed much, differing little from usual; Herag could still clearly sense their presence.
"Seems like the road down the mountain won’t work."
Herag turned to look deeper into the town, where there were no streetlights, only the resident’s homes were lit.
But after the recent experiences, he dared not knock on doors to seek out locals.
He walked forward, intending to check out the situation in other places, and the footsteps behind instantly sounded again.
Herag discovered a three-story house, with lights on inside and voices and the sound of a violin emanating from within.
There was a garden on the ground floor of the house, and from a distance, Herag felt that the plants in the garden seemed familiar.
He slowed his pace and approached stealthily, the footsteps behind echoing loudly.
The garden had many sunflower-like plants, but at this time, the flower heads were drooping back, facing away from the street outside, making it difficult for Herag to see the situation clearly.
He drew closer, finally seeing the garden’s situation through Shenlan’s detection.
"So many are Demon Flowers?"
Herag was shocked; the entire garden was full of Demon Flowers, the main ingredient for the Dawn Potion, which he had only recently dealt with as tricky magic potion materials.
The footsteps behind Herag startled these Demon Flowers, causing them to raise their heads, each revealing coquettish female faces.
The Demon Flowers all smiled seductively at Herag, their heads and stems swaying slowly like women’s waists.
Protected by the Dark Energy Shield, Herag was immune to the Demon Flowers’ allure.
Without saying a word, he retrieved a herb shovel from the Space Ring, jumped into the garden, and began digging.
With each shovel strike Herag made, the Demon Flower in front would start to scream.
But the screams were peculiar, not screams of pain, but rather akin to that kind of moaning, and the expressions on the faces in the flower heads grew stranger.
Herag excavated the soil beneath the Demon Flower, then grabbed the roots and slowly pulled them out.
As he grasped these roots, the Demon Flower trembled all over, its cries growing louder, as if the root area was particularly sensitive to them.
Soon, the Demon Flower convulsed slightly, its long roots going limp, collapsing onto Herag, the expression on the flower face...
Herag glanced at it, wrinkling his brow slightly with disdain as he peeled the Demon Flower off himself, then placed the entire plant into the Space Ring.
After finishing one, he immediately proceeded to dig up a second.
Demon Flowers are a valuable commodity, sellable for quite a few Magic Stones.
Herag paid no heed and planned to uproot the entire garden of Demon Flowers.
Soon, the place was filled with rising and falling cries.
Midway through digging up sixteen, movement occurred inside the house.
He turned his head and saw a window next to him opened unnoticed, and a woman was staring at him through the window, wide-eyed.
To be precise, it was a woman’s head, her eyes fixed on him.