"Hmm?"
Liu Yingchun slowly raised his head and looked toward the fog.
Suddenly.
He froze.
A rotten, purple-black arm silently draped itself over his shoulder.
Cold, sinister, and heavy.
Although it had merely touched his skin, although he was wearing a Supernatural Item, and although his body was already like a corpse, he still felt an inexplicable chill shoot straight to his brain.
"How did it appear?"
Fear uncontrollably surfaced within Liu Yingchun, but it was merely an instinctive reaction from his soul.
He did not lose his reason because of it.
It was like how a normal person walking along the edge of a cliff would instinctively fear heights.
But a fear of heights would not drive someone insane, make them scream, and send them leaping off the cliff. It would only make them carefully avoid losing their footing and falling.
"The fog is still some distance away."
“Could it be another Evil Spirit hidden in the corridor?”
"But this feeling... it's unfamiliar. Is this another supernatural entity I've never encountered?"
He pondered inwardly.
Yet his actions did not hesitate in the slightest.
He turned his body slightly, and the Vicious Ghosts standing on either side immediately reached out and grabbed the bluish-purple arm.
Four hands against one, their sole purpose being to make it go away.
Liu Yingchun did not expect anything unexpected to happen.
After all, among Seventh Tier entities, two Vicious Ghosts could be considered experts.
However.
He soon revealed a look of astonishment.
Because not only was the arm completely unmoved, the four Ghost Hands gripping it had also been stained with that strange purple-black color, and viscous black liquid began seeping out of them bit by bit.
As the liquid appeared.
Liu Yingchun realized that his control over the two Vicious Ghosts was gradually