The pitch-black corpse crawls on the pale snow, like devout believers, snowflakes unable to fall upon them.
The camp under the blizzard seems to maintain this bizarre rite, lasting for who knows how long.
Lu Li asks Merchant Anthony to leave here, enter the Ghost World and observe the camp anew: the mottled, faded old camp has no snow, no bodies posed in a kneeling position.
The situation hasn't become so terrifying that it can't be understood.
The entity that set up the ritual seems to have left the camp, but upon returning to reality, Lu Li avoids touching the black frozen corpses, bypassing them to enter a tent at the edge.
The low tents don't have much space, nor many things. Sleeping bags, standing socks, frozen cracked water bottles, inside the stiff like wooden jackets are only some Shillings and tobacco.
Lu Li continues to explore the remaining three low tents, finding a flashlight in the last single-person tent near the large tent.
