"Has it set its sights on Wang Yong?"
"Did he blow out the candle, making him the first target?"
Jiang Qiao stood where he was and observed.
These vicious ghosts were already quite terrifying. Any one of them could tear Wang Yong to pieces, leaving him no chance to resist.
After Wang Yong jumped down from the Crystal Lamp.
He also noticed the eerie atmosphere around him, but he could not see those vicious ghosts.
Nor could he sense any danger.
He only instinctively felt that something was wrong.
But he could not say what.
This sense of wrongness existed in every supernatural place and was not unique. On top of that, he could not see anything, limiting his observation of his surroundings. Even a killing intent right beside him went completely undetected.
"It's going to move."
Jiang Qiao watched the vicious ghosts.
They moved!
A strange gloom instantly enveloped the entire hall. Everything around them became as blurred as a glass mirror covered in mist. The already pitch-black hall transformed in the blink of an eye into a vast, hazy void.
And this void.
Resembled the emptiness surrounding the open space outside the revolving doors.
There was nothing.
Yet it seemed as though something was writhing.
"Crack!"
One vicious ghost made no movement. Its four limbs, sprawled on the ground, did not move in the slightest. Yet it appeared directly behind Wang Yong. Beneath its broad, old-fashioned shirt was a twisted Female Corpse only one meter thirty tall.
Its emaciated body was wrapped in a mass of thick, long hair.
Its face was completely obscured.
"Hee hee hee—" Its head rotated mechanically, emitting an eerie laugh.
"What the hell?"
Wang Yong was startled and abruptly turned around.
Face-to-face!
Only one step apart. Even the thick darkness and haze could