Chu Dou was a Houtian First-class expert, only a few years of honing away from the Xiantian Realm. And yet he'd died just like that, without a sound?
What kind of strength did the Anomaly that killed him have?!
But more than fear, their first thought was revenge!
Emotions surged, and everyone was worked up.
"How did Chu Dou die? Was it a curse? An Anomaly? Or was he sick?"
His companion's question made Feng Yao even more agitated, but he couldn't tell what had killed Chu Dou either. Then someone in the group suddenly pointed toward the city wall.
"When Chu Dou was just shooing those children away, he seemed to pause and look up at the wall. Then he fell over."
The city wall?
Feng Yao and the other guards looked up, but the wall was completely bare. There was nothing unusual about it. The little hands had already hidden inside the wall before the guards looked over.
There was nothing to see now.
But when Feng Yao turned his gaze from the wall to the body, his pupils suddenly shrank.
He thought... he saw Chu Dou's corpse moving around the stomach.
"Everyone, back away!"
With a low growl, Feng Yao drew his sword and slashed open the corpse's belly.
With a rip, Chu Dou's stomach split open, but no blood poured out. Nor were there any intestines or other organs inside.
What was exposed in the belly... was a hand.
A mass of hands, crisscrossing and crammed together like intestines, wriggled like worms and devoured everything they could. Strange mouths had grown on the little hands, gnawing and swallowing. They'd already eaten every organ, drop of blood, and bone in the guard's body, leaving behind an empty shell!
Hiss—
Feng Yao sucked in a sharp breath. The