At that moment, he felt no smug satisfaction.
The Asura God had killed the children who died in the warehouse and the child who had set the fire, but it hadn't killed the people who had met their gruesome ends in the shops along the street.
Those people still wanted revenge. And now, their only target was Gui.
Outside the window, charred and mangled corpses crowded together, pressed against the glass. They looked like zombies gathering in a zombie movie, with particularly convincing special effects makeup that showed their scorched skin and muscles, their exposed organs and bones.
Their faces were probably twisted in pain. But they were so badly burned that they were hard to make out.
They crowded around the window, clawing at the glass and making an irritating noise.
It seemed they couldn't attack Gui directly.
But Gui was only a child. He had already been scared half to death, and the Asura God's actions had made him feel as if a great burden had been lifted. Now, seeing these ghosts, his emotions were swinging wildly, and he couldn't take in what was happening.
He screamed, his fear reaching its peak.
His scream brought his parents running.
There were footsteps, a door opening, and then, with a click, the lights came on.
The ghosts outside the window disappeared.
But ash and charred flesh remained on the glass.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Gui's mother asked anxiously.
Gui's father scolded him, muttering irritably.
"Wasn't everything fine already?"
As the couple spoke, they finally noticed where Gui was looking. They glanced at the window and gasped.
"What happened here? Wasn't everything fine already? Didn't they say some kind of ghost had taken care of them all?" Gui's father demanded loudly.
Gui started crying and clung to his mother.
"Hey, you