Chapter 631
631 Return From the Formation
Amid the snowfall–and heavy fog. Dalton watched Wynter intently. His dark pupils shone with a hint of
coldness.
Snowflakes settled on his shoulders, yet his posture remained resolute. The chaos around him didn’t
faze his inherent grace. Instead, a myriad of spirits swirled behind him.
The pressure threatened to collapse the entire formation.
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Leo sensed his intention. Just as he was about to speak, a deafening roar erupted.
On her BMW Tomahawk, Wynter lifted it upward and sliced through the night sky between two
buildings.
Just like when she arrived, she was magnificent and cool.
Afraid of being left behind, Leo hurriedly ducked into the copper coin and followed Wynter out of the
formation.
As the BMW Tomahawk touched down, Wynter had already returned to the Yeaton residence.
The scene behind her faded away and returned to its previous modern decor.
A pair of faded red shoes fell to the side. However, the wooden doll seemed unaffected. It stood there
as
if untouched and gave off an eerie feeling.
Wynter glanced at the doll briefly, then instructed Leo to guide Nixon’s soul back to its rightful place.
After lighting a fire, she quickly tossed the wooden doll into the flames.
As the doll burned, all the resentment in the room dispersed. The corners were no longer chilly, and the
moonlight streamed in. The only thing left untouched was the candle wax.
This wasn’t her specialty. She’d have to contact Kaspar to cleanse that properly.
There was one thing Wynter couldn’t figure out. What was so special about Winnie’s family that
warranted the formation being placed there?
She gazed at the crackling fire and made up her mind to ask Winnie about how she had obtained the
wooden doll.
The spirits of so many unjust souls during these special times had become a source of fortune for this
wooden doll. Its influence extended for miles, affecting all the residents in the vicinity.
Wynter wasn’t well–versed in Foplyan wooden dolls. After all, she didn’t play with dolls herself. But she
knew it was popular nowadays.
She didn’t leave the Yeaton residence immediately After the doll was completely burned with no trace
left, she took out a lucky token and nailed it directly into the pile of ashes.
In the darkness, the entire formation collapsed.
Sometimes, it was easy to overlook the smaller players. Formations could disappear completely, but
631 Return From the Formation
history would always be remembered.
Wynter wasn’t worried about Nixon. There were gods responsible for guiding the souls. Time–wise,
Nixon
should make it in time.
In the hospital, medical staff worked tirelessly throughout the night, from the emergency room to the
operating table.
Victor had examined Nixon, but the only thing detectable was his weak life signs. However, the exact
cause remained elusive.
He couldn’t bear to leave the child alone, so he stayed by his side.
Nixon’s soul was still somewhat lost.
He had been called to school by a boy to play. The school was unlike any he had seen before, with
everyone speaking Foplyanese. Inside, he met a homesick girl.
In his dreams, it seemed like others couldn’t see him.
He sneaked out of school to get to the girl’s house. The streets resembled scenes he had only seen in
movies, with beggars, foreigners, and armed soldiers everywhere.
He finally found the place but couldn’t find the girl’s sick mother or sister selling camellias, as she had
mentioned.