"Finally got rid of it."
Xu Yanxing was covered in blood. His twisted arm could no longer hold the knife, which fell to the ground with a clang.
The Vicious Ghost had been slain.
The room was filled with a thick stench of decay and Bloody Scent.
He was seriously injured.
Yao Hu beside him was in no better shape.
Disguise was not an easy thing. Falsifying someone else's supernatural power could easily trigger backlash. If one went too far while using it, the fake could become real.
The supernatural power would gradually make you believe that you were the person you were imitating.
During this process,
your consciousness would suffer irreversible damage.
"Now isn't the time to rest." Yao Hu's face was deathly pale, without a trace of color, like a corpse in Cold Storage.
He glanced at the wall.
It had been damaged during the battle just now.
Cracks ran across it.
Through them, they could easily see the fog-shrouded street outside.
This was not a good sign.
The area outside was already enveloped in fog, and it was growing thicker by the moment. With cracks this large, the fog could easily seep inside and make the room unsafe.
"We can't seal it." Xu Yanxing shook his head. "We can only go to the second floor."
"The second floor isn't safe."
Yao Hu stared grimly at the door at the end of the staircase. A faint sense of danger flowed through his heart. The fact that the Vicious Ghost that had come down from above had been killed did not mean there was only one Vicious Ghost upstairs.
He still remembered.
Earlier, when they had been outside the building, the voice that answered from within had belonged to an old man.
"Where in Gray Mist Port is safe