Drip... drip...
Blood dripped from above, splashing against the ground and blooming into little flowers. The pungent smell of blood spread through the surroundings.
Jiang Yi, who had only just escaped death, found the stench somewhat unbearable.
He quickened his pace and moved away from the area.
He didn't need to look.
He could clearly sense that on a certain balcony of that residential building hung more than a dozen bloody corpses. Every one of them had been skinned alive.
Perhaps because they had died too quickly, some of their nervous systems had not completely ceased functioning.
The corpses still twitched from time to time.
Whenever that happened.
The blood would cross a certain distance, float farther away, and splatter onto pedestrians hurrying past along the street.
"What rotten luck."
"I just ran into a Wild Wontons vendor."
"After barely surviving that, I run into a row of hanging cured meat."
"Damn it!"
"This is awful. How am I supposed to leave this city?"
This man was the only survivor of the Wild Wontons incident just now.
Unable to cling to anyone powerful, he had no choice but to set out alone. Yet after walking only a few streets, he had already discovered five or six crime scenes where Vicious Ghosts had killed people.
Some of the victims had died particularly miserable deaths.
Their bodies being scattered across different places was a common sight.
Some of the victims looked very peaceful.
They even wore smiles, especially the few who had died at a certain intersection. The smiles on their faces carried a somewhat lecherous quality, and no one knew what they had encountered before dying.
Unable to figure out what was going on, Jiang Yi had not dared touch the several three-wheeled vehicles they had left behind.
Of course.
Some