The evil spirits moved about, cruelly reaping lives one after another. Severed limbs and blood flew across the tiny stage.
Below the stage, the people in the venue fell into an oppressive silence.
Life was a play... and plays originally came from life.
"...Cruel fate has only just begun. Those who have been harmed by the evil spirits will also become evil spirits, never to be reborn."
The Fate Weaver crone's voice was like a death sentence. The people lying in pools of blood rose one after another, black energy winding around their bodies as they began to deform...
The people huddled fearfully in one corner of the tiny stage. The musicians' performance suddenly became unbearably eerie.
"...The sound of hell."
"Ah..."
A child's cry of alarm.
The adults instinctively covered her eyes and softly comforted her.
Fate... continued.
The people suffering began to pray for something. When despair arrived, this was the only thing those abandoned by fate could do...
Two figures hurried around the venue... heads lowered, doing their best not to draw attention to themselves—Sikong Zhaiyue and Zhao Huai'an.
They had noticed the Red King on the Throne. He was exactly like the fellow they had first seen entering the city. However, among the people on the stage, there were clearly Boss Wu's elder brother, Wu Youyuan, and the others, leaving Zhao Huai'an uncertain.
He knew that something had happened, but all he knew was that some strange change had definitely occurred in Crimson City.
"What do evil spirits represent?" he suddenly asked Sikong Zhaiyue.
Sikong Zhaiyue was somewhat afraid of Zhao Huai'an at this moment. "Evil spirits are evil spirits. What else could they represent?"
Zhao Huai'an said calmly, "According to the theory of a certain missing sect leader, Abominations were originally