Rebirth: I can easily control the end-of-the-world game

Chapter 652 [Swamp Town] 39

[Emma... hehe... stay...]

[…Throwing myself into the embrace of the swamp…]

Join us...

It's all so depressing.

Feng Lan wiped her face. She now hated the cold touch of the rain. Flames rose from her body, and her body instantly became much warmer. The rain was evaporated by the flames before falling on her body, and a circle of white water formed around Feng Lan.

She ignored the swamp consciousness's death throes and chuckled softly.

"You're really out of options, so you can only think of trapping me here."

She admitted that she was frightened the moment she came in, and felt suppressed by the momentum, but Feng Lan reacted quickly, and this oppression was far less than that of the Demonic Feather Spider.

After a while, all he could hear was the chattering of the swamp consciousness. There was no living person around. At most, the rain made people feel particularly uncomfortable. After feeling depressed, Feng Lan recovered.

Everything here conveys negative emotions to people.

Rain, swamps, corpses.

Silent, empty, lonely.

Feng Lan kicked the corpse next to him.

It was shriveled, covered with moss, and had many rotten leaves on it. Some beetles were startled by her movement and rustled out from its dark eye sockets. A red flower bloomed in its muddy chest.

The corpses were in various shapes, some lying, some kneeling, some standing, some lying prone, some hanging on trees, some leaning against each other, some running forward with their shoulders linked. With the nourishment of rain and the dirt on the corpses, most of the bones were connected together by tangled plant vines.

Everything is like a silent and suffocating pantomime in the sound of rain.

Feng Lan was surrounded by corpses, so many that she had no room to walk. She was quite tall, but the corpses were even taller. Feng Lan stood on tiptoe and saw corpses everywhere. There was a half-ruined house in the distance. Feng Lan had no destination in mind, and she might not be able to get out for a while, so she simply walked towards it.

Feng Lan didn't step on the corpse, but jumped lightly onto the big tree next to him. The trunk was very thick, but it was covered with thick moss. It was swollen and soft due to the rain. If he stepped on it too hard, he would slip down. Feng Lan walked very fast with the help of the wind.

Wherever she went, the dark gazes followed her. When she glanced down casually, she would meet the dark gazes of the corpses.

Coincidentally, Feng Lan squinted her eyes and looked out from the rain, and the house happened to be old Marsh's house.

The house was made of wood. Due to the constant rain, most of the house had collapsed and was covered with plants. Unlike reality, it was not painted red. Feng Lan didn't even need to knock on the door and walked directly in from the collapsed half.

In the living room, she saw a familiar wheelchair with a corpse sitting in it. The blanket on its legs was dirty and covered with moss, and rainwater flowed like silk threads through the hollow bones.

Feng Lan stared at Old Marsh for a while and then left.

The overall layout of the town has not changed, and Feng Lan also found the bodies of Mary, John, and Richard in several nearby houses.

On the streets, you can see them everywhere. Some are in the gardens, covered with bright wild flowers, and the watering cans in their hands are spraying rainwater in strands.

Some were lying in rocking chairs, their rotting flesh and bones already fused with the chairs, making a rhythmic creaking sound with the rain.

Some rotted in cars, others cuddled in bedrooms, inseparable from their partners, whether they were in a good relationship or not. Feng Lan also saw a person hanging from a tree, using several woven silk scarves to hang themselves. Even after so much time had passed, a bright red tinge could still be seen on the clothes they wore...

She walked along and passed by the police station. The quality of the police station was relatively good and the outside looked intact. Feng Lan went in and took a walk around. She didn't see the director. However, there was a receptionist in police uniform standing at the front desk of the hall. He was leaning on the desk in a lazy posture with a skeleton frame.