Chapter 176: Leave No Problems

Chapter 176: Leave No Problems

Lower Lip District, 13 Fang Street.

Ulika, who was fat, dark brown-skinned, and small-eyed, sat on the sofa. Using sun-dried, scorched-yellow tobacco leaves, he wrapped nearly ten kinds of herbs and spices unique to the Southern Continent layer by layer inside them, then cut the result into long strips.

Afterward, he held the self-made “East Balam cigarette” in his hand and leaned toward the match his subordinate had lit. He watched the front end slowly blacken and curl, revealing bright red.

Biting down on the end and taking a deep drag, Ulika slowly exhaled white smoke tinged faintly with light blue. Satisfied, he said to the guest on the nearby single-seat sofa, “This is what cigarettes are. Real cigarettes.

“The ones from the Northern Continent are only fit for children!”

The guest on the single-seat sofa was a man in his forties. His nose bridge was high, his eyes close to blue, his facial lines relatively soft. His black hair was thick and slightly curly, and his skin tone was neither especially dark nor pale. He seemed to be of mixed Loenese and Balam ancestry.

Hearing this, he chuckled and answered in Dutanese, “Unfortunately, I am not interested in any kind of cigarette.”

“Enzo, you have no idea how to enjoy life…” Before Ulika had even finished speaking, the powerful spiritual intuition originating from his own pathway gave him a faint premonition of danger.

It arrived so suddenly, so urgently, that Ulika instantly judged that the problem was serious.

Before he could throw himself out of his original position, his vision had already gone dark. It was as though he had directly seen the deep night outside and was overcome by intense sleepiness, feeling tranquility from the bottom of his heart.

The whole of Fang Street, whether in houses where lights burned or where all illumination had gone out, became abnormally quiet at that moment. It was as if no living beings dwelled inside, or as if all of them had fallen asleep at the exact same second.

Just then, Ulika, whose mouth had already let out a snore and whose body had tilted and gone limp, suddenly sprang up. In his eyes, drowsiness and lucidity strangely coexisted.

At some unknown point, a little girl with skin so pale she seemed almost illusory had appeared, clinging to his back!

The area around the little girl’s eyes was blue-black, her lips were dark, and her gaze was faint and hollow as it stared to the side. Her pale, transparent hands and feet had all sunk into Ulika’s body, as though she were a spirit that could not be shaken off.

Her existence brought a coldness from the spirit body, allowing Ulika to barely resist the abnormal sleepiness and forcibly break free from the Nightmare’s influence.

Not yet fully awake, Ulika instinctively rushed toward the staircase and stretched both hands forward with force, as though pushing open an invisible door.

In an instant, a bronze-colored door covered in mysterious patterns, impossible to describe in detail, appeared ahead of Ulika. It swayed, creaked, and cracked open a narrow slit.

Beyond the slit lay darkness without end. Inside, one indescribable eye after another crowded densely together, gazing toward the outside world.

At the same time, near the slit, large numbers of wriggling, bizarre things temporarily impossible to see clearly were madly surging closer.

Ulika was just about to keep exerting strength and proactively open the door, letting the terrifying world behind it descend upon Fang Street, when he suddenly saw a pair of semi-translucent, pale hands leap out of thin air, pierce through the deep darkness, and press against the inside of the door crack.

This pair of palms had no source. They were not connected to any body. At the wrists, they were bloody, as if severed by someone!

Both sides exerted force simultaneously. The mysterious bronze door stopped there, unable to close and unable to open any wider.

Above house number 13, Sost, who had already…