Could This Be a Way Out?
A twisted bolt of silver lightning lit up the sky. Countless raindrops froze midair as the car crashed into the three-meter-tall Giant Corpse Ghost.
Filthy, chaotic, blood-soaked debris scattered like flowers from a celestial maiden, covering every inch of the ground and walls outside Old Yu Street's front entrance.
The out-of-control sedan was wrapped in clumps of blackened flesh. Its shining headlights resembled a pair of opened eyes, staring into Old Yu Street's courtyard.
Xiao Qian Duyue's inverted gaze saw raindrops falling from the sky into the Fourth Floor. Amid the silver lightning and black flesh, pairs of red eyes flickered on every floor and in every room.
She saw immense misfortune blanket every inch of Old Yu Street, descending equally upon every person—even every ghost.
The sedan rolled all the way from the front entrance into the courtyard. The two people without seat belts desperately clutched at anything they could grab, while Fang Shenyan alone remained strapped into his seat.
Bone-chilling cold wind poured in through the missing door on the right, and waves of terrifying malice rapidly invaded.
Just before Xiao Qian was flung out to the right, she saw through the Eye of Calamity a shadow standing on Old Yu Street's rooftop, overlooking everything below.
"Float..."
From the distant heights came the shadow's Hoarse voice, a command delivered in a form that allowed no resistance.
The moment that voice rang out, all of Old Yu Street seemed to enter a bizarre state of weightlessness.
Xiao Qian, who had originally been thrown away, lost all sense of falling. Instead, she felt the lightness of Soul Ejection and actually hovered in midair, gradually drifting upward.
The Bronze Ancient Coffin crashed down from the airborne sedan, smashing apart the wide staircase of the East