A Man Like None Other Chapter 6752 Framework
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- A mysterious grey fog surrounds the characters.
- A character named Youlan is injured and needs protection.
- The group encounters a reanimated skeleton-like creature.
Jiang Xuelan reached out and patted his back gently, her voice gentle but firm: “It’s okay, we will take you home.”
Xuanzhenzi clicked his tongue and said to David in a low voice, “Master Chen, this girl is really lucky to be alive. The owner of those skeletons is not as lucky as her.”
David nodded, but his gaze never left the gray fog swirling around them: “He was lucky, but that also means that thing isn’t anywhere near here right now. We have to leave before it comes back.”
He helped Youlan up; The girl’s legs were still weak, and she could barely stand.
Jiang Xuelan protected him from behind, holding his wrist with one hand while the fingertips of the other hand never let go of the gathering ice power.
“Stay close to me.”
David walked at the front, his Dragon Slayer Sword half-sheathed, its purple light like a dim lamp amidst the gray mist. “Don’t look back, don’t stop. If you hear any sound, just ignore it.”
The four of them started to rush back to their original place. But after walking for a while, David suddenly stopped.
There was a voice from within the fog. It wasn’t the previous sob, but rather a heavier and more rhythmic sound of footsteps.
The footsteps sounded languid and slow, approaching from a distance, like heavy objects being dragged along the ground.
Something is coming
David’s voice sounded very low.
Jiang Xuelan pulled Youlan even tighter, and the piercing blue cold had condensed into a thin blade of ice in her palm.
Xuanzhenzi abandoned his indifferent attitude, blue light flashed in his palms, and all the muscles in his body tensed.
The mist roiled, and some faint lines slowly emerged from the gray depths.
The first thing that appeared was a hand—a whitish-gray hand, withered like a long-rotted tree branch, with long, thin fingers and nails sharp as knives.
Then came an arm, then a shoulder, and then a complete body—a “human” form, but definitely not a living person.
Its body was composed of countless bone pieces, with dark purple membranes connecting the joints, and dark purple flames flickering in its chest cavity, like some kind of sinister life force.
More than one.
The second, the third, the fourth more and more bone puppets appeared from the gray fog.
Dark purple light flickered in their empty eye sockets, and their ash-white bone claws opened slightly in the air, carrying an extraordinary aura of decay and violence.
Their steps were regular and slow, and deep within the chest cavity of each bone puppet, dark purple flames blazed, as if controlled by the same power.