The moment they fully blended into the Ghost Face Group, Bo Shuo naturally gave the order.
"Run!"
The three of them began running alongside the Ghost Face Group.
The instant they fully joined the Ghost Face Group, an intense buzzing came from not far away, like the wail of something collapsing. At the same time, the ground to the side began caving in frantically.
In the end, it converged into a path wide enough for people to pass through.
The markings originally engraved at the base of the buildings became exceedingly distinct, a crimson red that even slowly seeped blood downward.
The Ghost Faces' facial features began to shift. The skeletons nestled amid pitch black hair frantically grew Blood and Flesh, and those pale, bizarre, swollen faces became delicate and natural.
As though they had become living people in an instant.
But they did not breathe, and they had no heartbeats. No matter how human they looked on the outside, they were still monsters.
As the three ran, they kept watch on their surroundings. Their gazes swept over the monsters' faces, and an unsettling sense of familiarity arose.
As their appearances became clearer, Sang Yu's heart skipped a beat. She immediately recognized them—their faces belonged to the women who had worked in the fields.
That made these Ghosts' identities abundantly clear.
They were those women who had died unjust deaths.
Xu Ji Mo's thoughts went even deeper. After linking everything together, he suddenly raised his head and looked at Bo Shuo.
His gaze at Bo Shuo held astonishing admiration, his misty eyes seeming to ignite with a sudden flame.
It was impossible to tell whether it was the thrill of standing between life and death or something else, but he looked extraordinarily excited.
Xu Ji Mo appeared thin, but his