My Cell Prison

After all, this is a chain event, and knowing that the difficulty of the ‘Other Chapter’ won’t be low, typically, teams choose to enter with a full team of four.”

Huo Ziping regards it as quite normal.

“It’s possible that in the other team, the perception strength of someone surpasses your [Hearing], or they have concealed themselves through disguise.

Of course, it could also be that the other team is the followers of the Old King. Even two of them could deal with the Fate Monster.

This time’s area lock-down event is a bit strange. If we let the ‘Other Residents’ here lead us by the nose, we may end up short of antidote, causing one of us to turn into a scarecrow and stay here forever.”

“Yu Wu, you go with Gongsun Hao and Ma Taotao to [Sam’s Corn Land Paradise] and try to get as much curse-delaying medicine as possible… I am going to check out the eastern district alone.”

“Captain… although the ‘static noise’ in the eastern district is weak, it only represents the surface-level danger. Is it not too dangerous for you to go alone?”

Yu Wu has absolute trust in the captain’s strength.

But after encountering a ‘Resident’ in the tunnel and the ‘must-die’ ability given in the guidebook, Yu Wu believes that under any circumstance, the team should act together.

“Being too narrow and over-cautious will significantly reduce the likelihood of finding the ‘Life line’….

The ‘Residents’ this time are slightly different, even though we are cursed and marked, we have not been attacked by any scarecrows during the time we ventured deep into the farm.

Just like the peaceful static noise Yu Wu heard in advance, the ‘Residents’ here are different from [Mary Shaw].”

“Alright… be careful, Captain.”

The squint-eyed Yu Wu, stepping with a light-footed identity, walks quickly through the fields without leaving any footprint, while Gongsun Hao and Ma Taotao follow closely behind.

Huo Ziping immediately steps into the cornfield beside him, heading towards the eastern zone of the farm.

During the cross, all the scarecrows encountered are slayed by Huo Ziping… He can see the ‘Life line’ of these scarecrows at a glance.

No matter how different the life forms or how well the weak points are hidden, only one sword is needed to kill it all at once.

“A church?”

Very quickly.

Near the east district, Huo Ziping sees a country church made of white walls and red tiles.

The whole church is shrouded in a thick fog, and even in the sky, an eerie apparition of a scarecrow is reflected.

“The lair of Evil Things… Yu Wu’s hearing is quite sharp.”

Huo Ziping taps the ground with his toe, and along the small path in the cornfield, he rushes towards the church.

Suddenly, a straw child less than half a meter tall appears on the side of the road, with a corn lollipop in his mouth.

Is a condition where the straw child doesn’t convey any killing intent… Huo Ziping is indifferent, and three different thoughts flash through his mind instantly.

The sword blade at his waist was pulled out half an inch, only to be put back in its sheath again.

With unyielding determination in his eyes, Huo Ziping headed straight for the church district.

The straw child, with an adorable dumbfounded look, slowly licked the corn candy in his hand, disappearing among the cornfields.

… (After a ten-minute gap, Han Dong arrived at the church ahead of Huo Ziping)

“Is this the Tailor’s Church? The reason the scarecrows can’t enter is because of the special barrier at the main entrance, right?”

The windowless church has only the main entrance as an entry point.

However… there’s an over half-meter-long huge black iron nail fixed on the main door, creating a unique barrier to seal the church, providing a sense of a ‘safe house’.

It gives the illusion that once inside, one wouldn’t be affected by the ‘Straw Disease’.

Piles of straw fragments litter the entrance, seeming to suggest that many scarecrows died trying to enter the church, only to be repelled by the barrier.

As one approached the church, the sound of a sewing machine constantly at work could faintly be heard.

“Someone’s there …”

Han Dong immediately slipped into the shadows. He noticed a punk-styled young man, who was cursed and had straws sprouting out from various parts of his body, arrived at the church on his motorcycle, pleading for help.

“Mother Idison, please save me! I am a devout believer… I come here to worship every week, no, every three weeks.”

It seemed that the young man’s pleading was heard, as the door covered in nails slowly opened.

At this time, Han Dong, using his black magic and imitation skills, transformed himself into a crow and entered the church alongside the young man.

The sound of the sewing machine grew louder inside.

Upon entering the church, the young man immediately noticed the ‘Mother’ waving him over.

Although he could only see a dark silhouette, he was certain in his mind that it was the ‘Mother’, who could aid him in removing the straws growing out from his skin.

He quickly moved across the nave and the altar, entering a ‘sewing room’ through a small door at the back of the church.

Ahh!!

The scream was quickly silenced… Han Dong, who was hiding on the beams of the nave, was not quite certain of what happened in the room.

“Entered special area – [Tailor’s Church], revealing the secrets of the church may trigger a special side or main plotline.”

“Huh? Mainline?”

This prompt made Han Dong a little surprised.

It was his first time touching the ‘mainline’, but Han Dong was somewhat confused… he hadn’t even reached Derry Town yet, so why was he encountering an event related to the mainline?

Furthermore,

With Han Dong’s Little Demon Eye, what he saw at the doorway of the back room was a Stitched Monster pretending to be the ‘waving Mother’, a humanoid creature transforming iron plates, various bits of flesh, and straws to life.

The real ‘Mother’ is likely deeper within the church.

Just then,

A powerful aura surged over to him!

Shing!

The church’s door, covered in nails, was split open by a single strike.

Perhaps influenced by his aura and personal temperament, Han Dong had a brief moment of confusion. He thought a ‘Sword Immortal’ from an adventure novel had descended upon this evil place.

Upon taking a closer look, it was a young man dressed in grey.

With a small braid hanging over his left shoulder, a glowing dragon-patterned sword hung at his waist. Paired with the young man’s Asian features, he did look quite like a modern-day Sword Immortal.

It didn’t quite match the current background of the Fate Event.

“A warrior from Dragon City?”