6kv Chapter 110 The Yellow Cloth Reappears
Chapter 110 The Yellow Cloth Reappears
The whirlwind surrounding Chris swept up the withered leaves covered in black, rotting soil and tossed them around incessantly.
Even though he had used all his methods, the itching sensation still hadn't completely subsided.
But the urge to scratch his whole body was successfully suppressed at this moment.
Chris's gaze couldn't help but begin to scrutinize the skeleton closely.
There was nothing else in this area.
Only this enormous skeleton stood silently.
He guessed that the abnormality he was experiencing was very likely related to the skeleton.
Chris searched his memory and was certain he couldn't have ever seen such a thing before.
The fact that these skeletons could exist deep within this labyrinth suggests they were not ordinary creatures.
Why did the snake lead him here?
Chris slowly backed away, trying to get away from the skeleton, while constantly pondering.
Suddenly, he felt the mark on the back of his hand flashing more intensely.
Chris sensed something; the aura of the Wind Incarnation, which he had ignored due to the unusual itching, was now reaching his senses again.
Following the markings, Chris looked and was astonished to see a small, palm-sized piece of yellow cloth lying quietly in a very inconspicuous corner deep within the chest cavity of the enormous skeleton.
The material and color of the fragment were almost identical to the yellow cloth he had obtained from Cole in the mysterious space, and even the faint halo flowing on it was exactly the same.
The only difference might be that this fragment is a little larger than the one Chris obtained before.
Chris's breathing quickened at that moment, and he instinctively took a step forward, wanting to retrieve the fragment.
But after taking just one step, he stopped in his tracks.
He discovered that the itching sensation intensified as he got closer to the skeleton.
The urge to scratch my whole body that I had just suppressed was now showing signs of getting out of control again.
He had to stop.
"Since that's the case..."
A resolute glint flashed in Chris's eyes.
Although it is unknown why the yellow cloth appeared inside that huge skeleton.
But now that he's encountered it, he can't possibly let it go.
Although Chris didn't know exactly what the yellow cloth was, one thing was certain: if he could collect more yellow cloth, he would control more yellow mist and gain a deeper understanding of the power of the Holy Path of the Wind Incarnation.
His progress on the path to sainthood will also be further enhanced.
Chris began trying to communicate with the yellow cloth fragments not far away.
This piece of yellow cloth, just like the previous one, gave him a very familiar feeling.
Chris felt that he should be able to control the yellow cloth to fly towards him.
Just as he was concentrating on sensing the yellow cloth, a strange sense of unease suddenly welled up in his heart.
Chris's connection with the yellow rag was immediately severed.
His eyes held a hint of solemnity as he narrowed them slightly, scanning back and forth between the yellow rags and the massive skeletons around him.
Something was preventing him from communicating with the yellow cloth fragments.
Is this the skeleton?
Chris pondered for a moment, a determined glint in his eyes.
Since the physical body cannot approach the skeleton rashly, and remotely controlling the fragments of yellow cloth is also impossible, what about the wind?
As Chris thought this, two wisps of light yellow mist quickly flew out from the mark on the back of his hand and merged into the surrounding whirlwind.
Under his control, a whirlwind centered on the yellow mist swept directly towards the location of the yellow cloth deep within the skeleton.
The wind, which was originally invisible, now has a faint, blurry outline.
Like a transparent arm extending from beside Chris, it reached within three meters of the skeleton in the blink of an eye.
Just as Chris was manipulating the whirlwind and about to enter the skeleton, an invisible force, filled with madness and obsession, suddenly crashed into Chris's mind.
The whirlwind, as if hitting a solid wall, was violently bounced away.
The whirlwind that was thrown back created a violent shockwave around the skeleton, swirling up countless withered leaves, and spreading an even more foul and rotten smell.
"Ugh~"
Chris felt a strong wave of nausea and couldn't help but dry heave.
The invisible force that assaulted his mind was quickly neutralized by the Star Key.
He narrowly managed to keep his composure.
In that instant, Chris truly felt as if he had lost the ability to think, and countless chaotic thoughts instantly filled his mind.
After gradually recovering.
Chris couldn't help but look again at the area where the yellow cloth was located.
Meanwhile, he had already grasped the Mars card in his hand.
A flame fueled by Chris's spirituality was enveloping Chris's right hand, flickering continuously.
A warm feeling instantly filled my whole body.
The nausea and itching were further relieved at that moment.
Through his spiritual vision, Chris then discovered that the piece of yellow cloth was enveloped by a semi-transparent light curtain that was a mix of dim yellow and deep red.
Just by glancing at the mixed light screen around the yellow cloth through his spiritual vision, the suppressed itching sensation on Chris's body instantly spread from his lower abdomen to his entire body.
An uncontrollable impulse caused Chris's body to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
In his mind, countless people he had seen, regardless of age or gender, were depicted in an extremely distorted manner, tearing off their clothes layer by layer until they were completely naked.
The bodies of the crowd collided violently in his mind, allowing primal urges to dominate him.
For a moment, Chris even had the idea of joining.
These images that uncontrollably surfaced in Chris's mind occupied most of his attention and thoughts.
For a moment, he couldn't even remember to use the Star Key to dispel his abnormality.
The next moment.
A crisp, familiar sound suddenly came from not far away.
Upon hearing this, Collier suddenly came to her senses.
At the same time, an unbearable feeling of nausea struck him. He hadn't eaten anything at noon, but his stomach felt as if it were filled with something and was churning violently.
"Ugh~"
Chris involuntarily opened his mouth wide and made a vomiting motion.
He only felt something warm and slightly elastic squeeze through his throat.
He spat out a fist-sized ball of red flesh.
The lump of flesh landed on the ground and rolled around several times. Its red surface, covered with transparent slime, was stained with some dried yellow leaves and black mud.
Chris stared in disbelief at the red mass of flesh rolling on the ground.
"That was... what I... threw up?"
"What is this thing?!"
Just as Chris sensed something was wrong, the clear bell rang again.
This time, he couldn't help but look in the direction from which the bell was coming.
Just as Chris looked up in the direction from which the ringing came, something unexpected happened.
A golden phantom had already reached his face, grazed his tongue, and plunged directly into Chris's throat.
The muscles in his throat involuntarily made a swallowing motion.
A cool sensation ran down my esophagus.
While Chris was surprised, his gaze also locked onto the slender figure on the tree wall not far away, who was raising its head and flicking its forked tongue.
Immediately afterwards, before Chris could even form any thoughts or make any moves...
That nauseating feeling returned.
He suddenly opened his mouth wide, feeling an uncomfortable burning sensation in his throat. His body leaned forward uncontrollably, and a gush of acid gushed from his stomach, which he vomited onto the ground.
Chris's gaze snapped to the contents of his vomit.
This time, the red fleshy mass wasn't in the vomit; instead, there was a golden bell.
What had just entered his mouth and been swallowed was indeed that golden bell.
After this vomiting.
Chris suddenly felt much lighter throughout his body.
The itching sensation and the chaotic thoughts in my mind vanished at that moment.
Call ~
He let out a heavy sigh.
Chris finally realized what was happening, looked up, and gazed again at the small snake not far away.
The other party was helping him.
His condition just now clearly indicated that he had been contaminated in some way.
The source of the pollution, without a doubt, is the skeleton in the center of the open space.
It seemed to be responding to Chris's gaze.
The little snake suddenly flicked its tongue at Chris, then turned its head away to look to the side.
Chris looked in the direction the snake's head was pointing and saw the yellow rag again.
He instinctively felt a jolt and wanted to immediately turn off his spiritual vision.
To avoid being contaminated again by the unknown aura surrounding that yellow cloth.
But just as Chris's gaze fell upon the yellow cloth...
A black figure leaped lightly from the nearby tree wall and landed silently on the skeleton.