Just as Jiang Qiao and the Old Woman became locked in a battle of attrition.
The supernatural disaster in the Southern Border's Hundred Thousand Mountains continued to spread outward. With seven or eight county towns destroyed, even some weaker supernatural organizations finally noticed something was wrong.
Everyone still alive in the Southern Border.
Ordinary people, Awakened, and even Evolvers who had believed Vicious Ghosts would never attack them.
All fled desperately, no longer daring to stay.
The Prayer Association and some remaining government personnel organized evacuations, distributed supplies, and cleared away some evil spirits along the roads.
But it was a drop in the bucket.
There were simply too many people.
Countless people died on the road amid the chaos of their flight.
However.
Some people headed in the opposite direction, toward the Hundred Thousand Mountains, and soon reached the outskirts of a county town that had already become a land of death.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Boom..."
In the open bed of a pickup truck, a casually dressed young man gazed ahead with a grave expression.
Before him, a brown leather drum throbbed rhythmically.
It gave off dull drumbeats.
This drum was called the Danger Drum, a supernatural item the Prayer Association used to detect danger in advance.
Whenever an evil entity above the sixth tier was nearby.
It would sound automatically.
The faster the drumbeats, the more terrifying the evil spirit and the greater the danger.
"Something's wrong."
The young man spoke softly.
"Things here are even worse than we imagined. We haven't found the source of the evil spirits yet, but the Danger Drum's warning has already surpassed what it gave during the last bloody lip incident."
"In other words, the evil spirit here is probably on par with a large dead