"Fuck."
Jiang Zhen cursed under his breath.
Although he couldn't see anything, that Chilly Aura almost perfectly painted the scene outside the window in his mind.
One.
Two.
Ten.
Dozens.
The window glass creaked under the pressure of those palms, as if it could shatter at any moment.
The faces on the walls had already pressed themselves against the front door.
They crowded around the crack in the door, one face layered over another, trying to squeeze inside. But the crack was too narrow, so they could only bunch together in wrinkled folds and writhe endlessly. They couldn't get in at all.
They only left behind the stench of rotting flesh in the air, so strong it made people nauseous.
The two remaining ordinary people, who had followed Jiang Qiao and survived until now, were suffering terribly.
Their faces had turned green.
They covered their mouths.
They forcefully held back the urge to vomit, looking utterly miserable.
What about the other Evolvers?
They were in somewhat better shape.
They had a certain resistance to the stench.
But with these Vicious Ghosts potentially entering at any moment, their expressions were still awful.
Only Jiang Qiao.
He sat calmly in a chair.
Without moving at all.
What was happening outside had not affected him in the slightest.
No one knew how much time had passed.
Maybe a few minutes.
Maybe ten minutes.
Maybe twenty minutes.
The Vicious Ghosts outside never invaded the house.
As time passed, the strange rustling noises suddenly began to weaken.
Chen Qiming's upper body.
Slowly slumped down.
His head rested against the ground, and he stopped shaking the door.
Those Ghost Hands also slid down from the window, landing on the ground with their five fingers spread wide. They no longer moved.
The faces on the wall stopped