The shadows grew deeper and deeper.
At first, they had looked like shadows reflected on the ground, but now they had become a gauzy veil that covered everything like a net.
Even the bright moon in the sky had been reduced to an outline.
Perhaps it would not be long.
Before long, the surroundings would sink into ink-black darkness, without a trace of light.
Liu Hei Wu wore a solemn expression.
Having briefly advanced to the Condensing Spirit Realm, he possessed sharper senses than the other refugees and Martial Artists. He could clearly sense that all this darkness was extending from the Plague Ghost.
Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say—
The darkness was part of the Vicious Ghost.
Like a human arm.
Like an eagle's wings.
Once spread, they enveloped the prey before it, making it easier to slaughter them all.
No one could escape!
"This old man is coming fast."
The old man, dressed in a black shroud and covered in corpse spots, had completely turned around. It was indeed smiling, but it was not a natural smile.
Its face was severely rotten, causing its features to shift out of place.
It only looked as though it were smiling.
One step.
Two steps.
Three steps.
Its steps were heavy, and every step seemed to require all its strength.
However.
With every step it took,
the distance between it and the crowd shrank dramatically.
And because of that,
those running at the very back—
the ones closest to it—
were immediately infected.
"Ten meters." Liu Hei Wu calculated the distance. As long as someone was within ten meters of the Plague Ghost, they would be infected by the plague, after which their bodies would rot until they died.
The plague in Yangshan County
at least took several