I can return to the age of mysterious-Chapter 143 - 119 Black Rain Villa (4300) (Thanks to DiSanDaoSi

Chapter 143: 119 Black Rain Villa (4300) (Thanks to DiSanDaoSi 111 for the reward of 5000 Qidian coins) _1

Chapter 143: 119 Black Rain Villa (4300) (Thanks to DiSanDaoSi 111 for the reward of 5000 Qidian coins) _1

In the carriage, Casio looked outside through the semi-transparent white gauze. Brown trunks quickly moved backward, and the scene blurred as rainwater trickled down from the canopy.

The surrounding environment remained unchanged for a long while. When Casio looked out the window again, the carriage was no longer in a forest, but a rolling hilly area. The hillside was peculiar, with vast, white flowers on the left of the road, like a white carpet.

The right side, however, was a blackened ground, as if scorched by a great fire. Lifeless, occasional ashes ascended.

Casio squinted slightly; sitting in the carriage, he didn’t feel any turbulence, as if it wasn’t moving quickly forward but the whole world was surging towards him instead.

Driving past the black and white sea of flowers, Casio could dimly discern an old windmill turning slowly in the distance. As the windmill approached, he seemed to see silhouettes moving beside it. As the carriage drew near, Casio finally saw what was going on around the windmill.

There was a well built of pale bricks from which figures, white as if carved from marble, continually emerged. They assembled neatly like puppets, wrapped around the cylindrical windmill in a slow march. Wooden handles protruded from the building’s wall, which the figure gripped, dazedly revolving around the structure as if the windmill was powered by their movement.

The figures circled the house, returning to the well’s edge. Without any hesitation, they plunged headlong back into it.

Not far from the windmill, a bean-grinding millstone was set on the open ground, operated by a skeletal white sheep.

“…” Casio fell into a bizarre silence. The scene before him was somewhat peculiar; like a dream with no logic.

Then he saw even more odd, senseless landscapes. A pitch-black house hung with palm-sized white crosses on its side. Five people dressed in black stood neatly in a row, slowly opening their clothes, revealing their stark white skeletons without meat, their internal organs rotting and squirming inside. A dangling half-heart throbbed and pulsed.

On the bare ground, a man wore a black hat shaped like bull horns, digging into the earth with his iron shovel. A large herd of black cows circled him counterclockwise.

In front of a large tree, two identical individuals were arguing. Suddenly, from behind the tree, another emerged; identical to the previous two. Sequentially, the fourth, fifth, sixth appeared – in no time, there were more than a dozen identical figures around the tree. They stopped arguing, instead, they danced in a grotesque and twisted circle around the tree.

Though the tree was drenched by the rain, the canopy seemed to be aflame, igniting waves of transparent fire.

Death, religion, mysticism, mystery, flesh, consciousness,​ Rotting, dull, ancient, vibrant, madness. These are all the adjectives Casio could think of. What’s before him was an irregular dream, a melange of all sorts of elements.

And with it, a sense of illusion struck him.

For a moment, it was hard to discern between dream and reality.

Subconsciously, Casio glanced at the upper-right corner. The logo of a bronze ring hovered in mid-air, beside it, a long-time progression bar. The scale of the bar was approximately half a year.

“It’s not a dream…this is reality.”

Any sense of bewilderment vanished for Casio, an instinctual sense of alarm overwhelming him.

Glancing around the carriage, his eyes narrowed on the thin gauze. Could that be the problem? He quickly lifted it.

Instantly, the clear scenery outside the carriage appeared before Casio. Under that distant burning tree were, just as before, a group of identical individuals dancing in a circle.

“So it’s not the gauze…”

Casio glanced out again only to find all the dancing figures had frozen, their heads turning to stare at him, inch by inch. Then, one by one, they broke into a sprint towards him, others swiftly followed suit.

“What’s happening?”

The hand, which had lifted the gauze, suddenly dropped.

Those sprinting from afar halted in place, frozen like statues on the ground. After a moment, they gradually returned to the tree, re-enacting the previous scene.

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“This bloody place…”

The carriage sped onward, coming to a halt after roughly half an hour. Carrying his luggage, Casio descended.

With his shoes on the platform and the umbrella above him, he fully took in his surroundings. Ahead was a narrow pathway. Beyond the sparse woods on either side of the road, he could see the gray walls of Black Rain Villa, its surface clothed in lush green moss.

Looking up, the building’s spire stood within Black Rain Villa, relentlessly pelted by the rain, dampening the tiles and bricks. The sight was a bit gloomy.

“Finally here.”

Casio took a deep breath, then embarked on the path towards Black Rain Villa.

Once through the main gate, a medieval-style mansion came into view. Dome-topped buildings, dilapidated gray streets, old heavy walls, and unending rain.

Following his memory, he continued onward, passing many folks holding umbrellas on their journey. Likely they were strange guests of the Eerie Night like himself, coming here to receive or submit tasks.