The scarecrows came alive!
The man and woman had already retreated far away, wearing expressions as if they were watching a show. However, Jiang Qiao, observing from the shadows, still noticed that their eyes kept darting toward the manor villa.
Threads of unease flickered in their eyes.
Clearly.
They were on guard against that villa. They knew who the owner of this manor was.
"Rustle, rustle!"
"Rustle, rustle!"
"Rustle, rustle!"
The scarecrows had come to life.
They had been made by stuffing straw into sheets of human skin. Their wrinkled faces wore pained smiles, and their gazes toward Yang Jing were filled with a strange, vicious malice.
Facing the scarecrows' stares, Yang Jing was extremely vigilant.
A rotten aura rippled outward.
His body no longer had anything to do with being tall, slender, or handsome and chic. Instead, he had become a highly decayed corpse, radiating an aura of death.
Anyone who came near him.
Would be infected, sprout layers of mold and corpse spots, swell and decay, and turn into Corpse Water.
But...
When facing the scarecrows.
This power seemed to have lost its effect. They were actually unharmed.
"That's not right!"
"They're not truly fine."
Yang Jing did not panic. When it came to a battle of life and death, he seemed to throw caution to the wind and became even calmer instead.
His gaze swept across the surroundings.
Soon, he discovered that although the scarecrows were unharmed, the watermelons scattered across the nearby ground were emitting a foul stench at a visible rate and turning rotten.
"So that's how it is."
"These watermelons and the scarecrows are one entity. They can substitute for the scarecrows and bear the damage."
"In theory."
"As long as all these watermelons are used up, the scarecrows will eventually be damaged as