...It was hard to put the scene before them into words.
Yu Ze and Qin Lin were both seasoned veterans, yet when they saw those "people" crawling on all fours and pouncing at them from the walls, ceiling, floor, and every other direction, they could not help but freeze for a moment.
Those things had clearly been living, breathing people just a second ago, but the next second... to be precise, the moment Huan Yan tried to leave the house, they swiftly turned into the Evil Spirits before their eyes.
Their faces were twisted in vicious grimaces, the corners of their mouths stretched all the way to their ears, their eyeballs bulged out of their sockets, and their joints twisted into shapes no human should have...
—Amid the downpour, it was as if demons were dancing in utter chaos.
"These things multiply the more you kill them, and they each have corresponding trigger rules. They're harmless before the rules are triggered, but once they are, they instantly turn into Evil Spirits."
Huan Yan's airy voice drifted over from behind Yu Ze and Qin Lin.
"At the same time, every time one dies, their numbers double. And the more times they die, the stronger they become."
"So we can't kill them, right?"
Yu Ze kicked the fastest Evil Spirit rushing at him straight into the living room. With a flick of one hand, a colorful spice box and a paintbrush appeared in his grasp.
As he retreated, his paint-dipped brush lightly tapped through the air before him as if he were painting a grand masterpiece.
In an instant, an icy blue hue rapidly spread across the living room before them and the Evil Spirits charging their way, covering their original colors. Once coated in that other color, the Evil Spirits' movements