Torrential rain, White Screen, Tianming Bridge.
Shouts, chaos, overwhelming terror.
The ghastly White Screen firmly sealed off the area like a cover cast down from heaven, trapping every human and ghost within.
When a streak of Eerie Red Light appeared at each of its four corners, the change followed.
The White Screen barrier, originally created by the living, suddenly sprouted thin Black Lines. Like strokes drawn by an invisible pen, they rapidly began sketching across this Sin Object.
The six figures swaying in the downpour stared blankly at the scene. An intense sense of calamity made it difficult for them to breathe.
It was as though they had been locked onto by an incomparably evil gaze and gripped by an unimaginably terrifying force.
Bai Huaiguang was the first to realize how dire the situation was. The ghosts' counterattack had come abruptly the moment Mei Sheng reinforced the barrier, and it had targeted his Sin Object directly.
"Pfft!"
While the six were still watching the patterns that had appeared out of nowhere on the White Screen, a gush of scorching blood splashed over Bai Huaiguang's pale face and pink eyes.
The sudden stench of death filled the air, jolting everyone awake.
Bai Huaiguang watched the companion who had fought beside him through two missions have his head sent flying without warning, without any apparent outside attack. Blood gushed violently from his severed neck.
Death had come too suddenly and too inexplicably. Forget the others—even though his own head had already flown away, his body still stood upright where it was, both hands tightly gripping a fishing rod, the Sin Object he had never gotten to use.
"Old Gao!"
At that moment, a woman let out a heart-rending wail and called the dead man's name. Her bedraggled figure rushed toward him through