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Chapter 8: The Whisper in the Fog
A thick, grey fog blanketed the village like a heavy shroud.
Though the sun had risen, no light reached the ground.
Shops were closed. Streets were silent.
Only the slow drip of water echoed from the rooftops.
Xiao Feng sat by a barely warm cooking pot, slowly stirring the soup with a wooden ladle.
Gu Lang rested on a barrel nearby, but his ears twitched with alertness.
đ Gu Lang (softly):
â This fog isn't normal... I feel like something's watching us.
đ Xiao Feng (whispering):
â No birds. No footsteps. This silence⊠it's too heavy.
Just then, a faint and suffocating whisper floated through the mist.
Not like a voice from someone nearbyâ
It sounded like someone breathing from under the earth.
đ Unknown Voice (a dry whisper):
â XiÄo... FÄng...
Xiao Feng stood up instantly, his eyes scanning the fog.
But all he saw was white. Heavy. Endless.
đ "What? Someone called my name... but where from?"
đ Gu Lang (tense):
â That wasn't just a voice... it was a summoning.
Footsteps echoed in the distanceâslow, dragging.
A tall figure emerged from the fog.
Torn robes, dragging feet, and a presence colder than the morning air.
As it came closer, its face became clear.
No eyes. No mouth. Just smooth, pale skin.
Yet... the voice came from it.
Not from lips, but from deep within, like a curse echoing inside a coffin.
đ The Figure:
â His meal... is not yet ready...
đ "His meal? Who? Why do I feel frozen?"
đ Gu Lang (urgently):
â Xiao Feng... if you don't move now, you won't be cooking anything ever again...
đ The Figure (closer now):
â Prepare yourself...
He... has awakened...
đ„ End of Chapter 8
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