A mysterious realm descends, and I defy fate in comics.

Chapter 14: The Complete Version of Humans Before Evolution

It was no longer dark outside the ancestral hall, but it wasn't a bright, sunny day either.

It's more like a hazy, dreamlike, monotonous white.

It was as if the entire world, apart from them, was a projection of a dream, a drawing on paper, carrying a sense of unreality.

Everything in the village cast no shadows, as if it were suspended in the air. The only things that cast shadows were the four main characters.

Perhaps those human-skinned puppets also had shadows under such circumstances? Jiang Xingni didn't know, anyway, the puppets had long been torn up and disappeared.

"Oh, we seem to have forgotten someone," the gray-haired, purple-eyed boy with a single earring said with a smile.

The appearance was so distinctive that Jiang Xingnian could recognize Pei Zhaoye at a glance.

"Her?" He Jingtong merely scoffed. "Someone who even hides her name?"

It seems he's quite bothered that he hasn't told them his name yet?

There was nothing he could do; one thing after another came up, and Jiang Xingni simply forgot about it—but in the end, none of them had actually told Jiang Xingni their names.

Jiang Xingni selectively ignored the fact that he had already shown that he knew their names very well.

The discussion about Jiang Xingni's name didn't last long. After turning the page, the four of them finally arrived at the location Jiang Xingni had pointed out, to the west of the village.

This place is completely different from when they first entered the village.

The once empty ground, with only the desolate sound of the wind and the shimmering snow under the sunlight, is now covered with bloody human skin.

After being made into shadow puppets, the discarded part was left on the ground, where blood used to flow slowly, but now, due to the extremely low temperature, the blood has frozen.

Even without sunlight, the blood, reflected by the misty light, seemed to shimmer as if encased in a jewel-like shell after freezing.

Layer upon layer of human skin shadow puppets were hung on a frame made of wooden sticks. A gust of wind blew in from somewhere, and the shadow puppets began to sway and shake gently.

Silence, an eerie silence, devoid of any sound, not even the wind or the clatter of human skin.

"Solving them should be enough, right?" Pei Zhaoye raised an eyebrow as he watched the scene and took a step back.

In this village without electronic devices, Pei Zhaoye is not the strongest in terms of either physical strength or supernatural abilities.

In terms of physical skills, He Jingtong is the one with the highest combat power. In terms of special abilities, in a place without electronic devices, Pei Zhaoye is not much different from an ordinary person.

He Jingtong clicked his tongue, made a hand seal, drew his long sword from his waist, and smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Finally I can let it all out," he whispered, then rushed forward first.

The human skin puppet swayed faster and faster. The moment He Jingtong rushed forward, he was swallowed up by the human skin puppet. The soft skin bound and restrained the blade light, as if it had no bones, and wrapped around He Jingtong and his long sword.

Jiang Xingni immediately turned on the bullet comments, wanting to see the readers' reactions to this scene, and how popular the character He Jingtong was in the real world—whether she could ride on his popularity a little.

"Haha, I've disliked him for a long time, he finally got his comeuppance, didn't he?"

"Those who were gloating and laughing at me earlier probably really don't know how powerful He Bao is, right? He's the pure damage dealer in the main character group!"

"Hehe, let me ask you from behind, how does it feel to be slapped in the face?"

More human-skin shadow puppets broke free from their constraints, moving leisurely as if weightless, and rushed towards the location of Song Juexiao and Xiao Jiming. Pei Zhaoye, who happened to be in the path, nimbly dodged and hid behind Song Juexiao.

He successfully earned a disdainful look from Song Juexiao.

Pei Zhaoye felt no remorse for hiding behind the only girl in the group; he looked back with a straight face.

Under these circumstances, Song Juexiao's special abilities do indeed have an advantage over Pei Zhaoye's.

Therefore, she just rolled her eyes and didn't say anything more. On the other side, Xiao Jiming chuckled, making no attempt to hide the amusement in his voice: "Pei Zhaoye, you'll have to do extra training when we get back to school."

Controlled by someone unknown, the shadow puppet swayed and staggered towards Xiao Jiming.

The almost endless expanse of human skin successfully separated the group of people, and a cold, sticky sensation spread across Song Juexiao's cheeks.

She frowned in disgust. The human-skinned puppet seemed to have a sense of self, clinging to Song Juexiao's cheek. The sticky blood had already frozen in the low temperature, but Song Juexiao had a vague feeling that the blood was about to drip onto her face as it got closer.

"Disgusting," Song Juexiao thought to himself, then opened his lips without hesitation.

This time, it wasn't just simple, fragmented screaming, but a chant with a certain melody and charm.

There were no lyrics, just a simple humming, but it was enough for all the shadow puppets to pause for a moment. Then, the shadow puppets that were near Song Juexiao suddenly exploded, and fragments of human skin flew up and landed on Song Juexiao's scattered red hair.

Song Juexiao's face suddenly darkened. She disgustedly brushed the shards away, and if it weren't for her limited abilities, she would have almost cursed out loud.

Pei Zhaoye was also separated from Song Juexiao by a group of shadow puppets. He laughed emotionlessly, "Was this intentional? Who's controlling you?"

His purple eyes were clear and bright, showing no sign of panic at being separated from others.

In the same familiar way, they pressed themselves directly against Pei Zhaoye's face.

The boy deftly bent down to dodge, the cold touch brushing across his skin, but just right, not touching his cheek, only leaving a bloodstain on Pei Zhaoye's cheek. The wet touch quickly froze, and when Pei Zhaoye reached out to touch it, the bloodstain turned into a thin layer of ice within seconds after the shadow puppet was gone.

"Is this your method of attack?" Pei Zhaoye narrowed his eyes with some interest, staring at the shadow puppet that was still restless.

The next panel of the comic is another full page long.

Pei Zhaoye seemed to defy gravity, leaping into the air and flexibly stretching his limbs to successfully dodge all the shadow puppets attacking him.

The edges of the shadow puppet grazed the skin and clothing, leaving streaks of blood that froze into ice.

The comments scrolled by rapidly:

"Who's this? It's our Xiao Pei, hehe, I'm licking him!"

"The fake battle-damaged smells nice..."

"Look closely, this is the worst fighter in our main group! A total shut-in who's always glued to his electronic devices!"

"? If Pei Zhaoye is considered a hardcore otaku, then what are we? Humans in their unevolved, undeveloped form?"