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Chapter 149 The Pursuit of the Strange Figure
"Quiet!"

The caravan leader, who had already turned around, looked at the shadowy figures in the direction of the burial pit and felt that something was not right, but he still suppressed his fear and shouted in a deep voice.

"Let's not scare ourselves unnecessarily. Everyone should be vigilant and avoid encountering bad people."

Hearing their leader's calm words, everyone calmed down and echoed in unison.

"Yes!"

but
Everyone was still apprehensive; was that really a human?
Even if they are really bad people, they are not afraid.

Since they dared to come to rescue the militia's territory for trade, how could they not have considered the risks involved?

While it is indeed very safe within the territory and cities of the militia, the journey itself is a different story.

Therefore, those who dare to engage in commerce are not lacking in courage.

But that applies to people.

However, if it is something dirty, how should they fight it?

Just as everyone was nervously drawing their swords, someone suddenly said in a trembling voice:
"Are they even human? We're at least two miles away from the burial pit."
How...how can you see so clearly?

In an instant, everyone fell silent, a chilling feeling rising from the bottom of their hearts.

The caravan leader then realized that something was wrong.

At a distance of more than two miles, it was impossible for them to clearly see those figures.

If you can see it clearly, then you can only say that it's not human.

Moreover, this place is only about ten miles away from Yumen Pass, so what kind of villains would be so foolish as to wander around in this area?

"Run! Run! Get out of here right now!"

Taking a deep breath to suppress his fear, the caravan leader stammered.

"Yes Yes!"

Everyone nodded in agreement, and no one objected.

However, the fear and other negative emotions that arose among the people were simply too intense.

The spiritual power they generate becomes extremely resilient.

That spiritual power merely operates unconsciously, eroding and assimilating spiritual forces; it cannot erode and assimilate them in a short period of time.

Therefore, a massive amount of negative spiritual energy surged towards the burial pit.

In particular, the figures that everyone saw were the main targets of the convergence of spiritual power.

"Hoo~!"

In the blink of an eye, countless negative spiritual forces had already merged into the bodies of those figures.

Seemingly drawn by some force, the figures abruptly stopped moving and mechanically turned around slowly.

In an instant, they locked onto Hatake and the others through the link of spiritual power.

This is a kind of mental and spiritual spying and locking. As long as the people do not cut off the spiritual power surging towards these figures, no matter how far they run, those strange figures can lock onto them instantly.

Of course, this is a spiritual power with a clear target, directly aimed at them, which is why they can use it as a medium to lock on.

Otherwise, wouldn't all the spiritual power gathered by the people of Yumen Pass towards the burial pit be locked by them?

At least for now, they absolutely do not possess this ability.

Similarly, the fact that Hatake and the others could see them was also a kind of spiritual voyeurism, a kind of spiritual reflection, which is why they could clearly see these figures even from more than two miles away.

After spotting and locking onto Hatake and his group, those people once again moved slowly.

However, although they appear to move slowly and mechanically, their speed is by no means slow.

He took only slow steps, but his figure moved forward a great distance in an instant, which was quite strange.

In the blink of an eye, they had already left the burial pit.

"They're coming."

Everyone who witnessed this was utterly horrified.

"Run! Run! Run!"

In an instant, everyone mounted their horses and galloped forward with the goods.

However, even though everyone rode their horses at full speed, they could not shake off those figures. Instead, the distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, from more than two miles at the beginning to two miles, one mile, and finally less than a hundred meters apart.

"Dump the goods and run!"

Upon seeing this, the caravan leader gritted his teeth and roared.

At this point, the goods were naturally irrelevant; their priority was escaping.

"bang bang bang"

"Wow!"

"Da da da"

As everyone frantically discarded the goods, the speed immediately increased significantly.

Although I still couldn't shake off those figures, I was at least able to maintain a reasonable distance.

However, the spiritual power generated by the crowd and the convergence of the energy of heaven and earth made the power of those figures inexhaustible.

Even if people ride horses, their mounts will still get tired.

Half an hour passed, and they were almost at Yumen Pass, but their speed was getting slower and slower.

Finally, the figures approached the last person.

"Ahhh"

Feeling the chilling sensation coming from behind, the man whipped his horse with all his might.

However, in the end, he was still touched by those figures.

In an instant, he felt countless chaotic images and information flooding into his mind.

At the same time, a peculiar, chilling power surged into his mind, instantly severing the connection between his body and soul, cutting off his control over his body.

Even if you keep screaming in your mind, trying to get your body moving, it's all to no avail.

In an instant, his body froze on the spot, and then he fell off his horse with a thud. He even had the misfortune of landing headfirst, his entire neck twisted into a bizarre arc.

Even if they weren't killed by those eerie figures, they would have died from the fall.

After his death, those figures who were directly in contact with him began to move away and continue their pursuit.

Those who had direct contact with him did not leave immediately.

Some of the figures' arms, bodies, and even heads had already disappeared directly into the person's body. The spiritual power of fear surged into their bodies, causing them to solidify rapidly.

However, this process was very short. The fear in the person's body quickly dissipated completely, leaving only some emotionless spiritual power that slowly drifted away.

After inhaling for a while longer, they instinctively left again, continuing to chase after Hatake and his group.

On the other side, his horse, having lost its master's desperate urging, quickly slowed down and was soon overtaken by a figure.

However, the strange figures initially ignored the horse and continued chasing after him.

However, when some strange figures accidentally touched the horses, the horses instantly stiffened and began to generate a large amount of fear-inducing spiritual power.

The next instant, the eerie figure that had come into contact with him stiffened and turned around, then lunged at the horse.

Herod

"Pfft!"

The horse cried out in terror, then collapsed with a thud and fell silent shortly afterward.

In the consciousness spaces of the dead man and the horse, there was a broken soul, or rather, an aggregate of spiritual power, that was almost nothing but a phantom, unconsciously shrinking, with a large amount of spiritual power rapidly dissipating.

Soon, the spiritual power of the spiritual power aggregate completely dissipated, and the consciousness space collapsed as a result.

On the other side, several more people were caught up by those figures, their bodies stiffened, and they fell off their horses with a thud.

Some people died from the fall, while others were lucky enough to survive.

At this moment, their bodies were stiff and unable to move. They could only stare in terror as those eerie figures pounced on them.

In an instant, a chilling power pierced their hearts, causing their bodies to stiffen and rendering them unable to move.

Countless negative spiritual forces, such as fear, continuously arose and surged forth, only to be devoured and absorbed by those eerie figures.

Gradually, those eerie figures began to penetrate their bodies and touch their souls and consciousness.

"Ah! Help!"

The next instant, he let out a non-human scream, actually breaking free from the restraints of that chilling power, and shouted out loud.

However, that's all there is to it.

His voice abruptly stopped a moment later, his eyes wide open, dying in fear and agony.

His soul had been torn apart by those eerie figures.

If they are like those eerie figures, they are merely aggregates of spiritual power and the energy of heaven and earth. They have no sense or concept of pain. They tear and devour each other, and apart from the weakening of spiritual power, they are not greatly affected.

However, the human soul with complete consciousness is completely different; it simply cannot withstand the pain of an attack from the soul.

The external forces tearing and gnawing at him caused excruciating pain that emanated from his very soul, and his consciousness quickly and completely collapsed.

Immediately after the strange figures that had failed to absorb a large amount of spiritual power left, his remaining fragmented soul quickly dissipated.

After a while, only Hatake and his son remained in the caravan.

Seeing the eerie figure getting closer and closer behind him, Hatake gritted his teeth, pulled out his dagger, and plunged it into the rump of the horse he was riding.

Herod

Stimulated by the pain, the horse suddenly lurched forward a great distance, causing Hatake's body to arch backward.

However, at this moment, Hatake Toku was completely oblivious to all of that and looked behind him with a slightly panicked expression.

"Father, what are you doing?"

His father slowly reined in the horse and smiled slightly at him.

"Run! Run quickly! Go find the militia at Yumen Pass or the constables of the patrol office for help!"

He then resolutely turned the dock around to face the strange figures.

Despite his fear, he resolutely decided to fight those eerie figures so that his only son could survive.

At least it can buy us some time.

Thinking of this, the caravan leader looked at the strange figures that had distanced themselves from the others, as well as the caravan members who had just been caught up and were now surrounded by a group of strange figures.

Perhaps with him as food, those monsters won't be able to catch his son.

"kill!"

He uttered a single word coldly, then drew his longsword and spurred his horse into a gallop.

"bass!"

The blade flashed, instantly slicing across the neck of a strange figure.

Upon seeing this, the caravan leader was initially delighted, but then immediately sensed something was amiss.

Because he felt no resistance whatsoever; it was as if he were slashing through thin air.

In fact, they are almost identical.

Those eerie figures are just aggregates of energy. If they don't pose a threat to the spiritual realm, they are no different from air. Neither swords nor cannons can harm them in the slightest.

In the next instant, he was enveloped by several figures, and his body stiffened as he fell off his horse.

Immediately afterwards, the horses touched by those figures also fell stiffly to the ground, making two dull thuds.

"Boom!"

"Ah~!"

"Father!"

Seeing his father fall from his horse behind him and hearing his father's painful screams, Hatake cried out in despair, wishing he could immediately turn his horse around and fight those monsters.

However, he also knew in his heart that if he went back like this, it would be of no use at all. He would just be a lamb entering a tiger's den, and would only be a waste of his father's good intentions.

Therefore, Hatake could only suppress his grief, wipe away the tears in his eyes, clench his flanks, lower his body, and urge the horse to gallop.

(End of this chapter)