At that moment, amid the dead silence between bouts of wailing, a sinister wind suddenly rose and swept down the long street.
Tong Shan, inside the car, froze in astonishment. He sensed that the terrifying pressure from the shadows closing in around them, pressing against the force field from outside, had actually halted in place.
No, not merely halted—it was as though they instinctively wanted to retreat...
In the foul, frigid wind, bloodstained white robes fluttered like a ghost.
Hunger danced.
The ghostly figure sprawled across the hood stiffened, staring blankly at the unfamiliar face before it, unable to make it out.
It simply could not see his face clearly.
It was as though countless figures had overlapped together—at times resembling a burning corpse, at times a vicious ghost bathed in blood; sometimes rotting flesh exposed white bones, while at other times dense stitches crisscrossed its body.
Thick, bloody fluid slowly seeped from beneath the stitches, tracing a cruel curve along its joyful smile.
"You're injured?"
Ji Jue stared at the mangled ghostly figure, barely able to restrain the delight and amazement rising within him.
Material had actually come knocking on his door?
Crack!
The instant he reached out, a faint sound came from the hood. The ghostly figure that had been shrieking and roaring there instinctively took a step back.
"I... I'm not..."
The two mismatched faces twitched and wriggled ceaselessly. Amid the mounting chill and terror, it could not even spare a thought for the soul and flesh close at hand. It wanted to give up.
No, it wanted to flee!
Yet its formerly elusive speed and freely shifting camouflage were completely unusable now!
It was as though an invisible hand had seized hold of it.
The badge on Ji Jue's chest trembled in waves, yet it seemed