Killed

Unable to stop.

As he sprinted, Lin An glanced at the man stuck to the ground, somewhat surprised.

He had no idea how this man had survived until now under the pursuit of the Weeping Angels.

In theory, the Weeping Angels would never leave survivors behind.

His eyes showed confusion, but he found no expression on the man's face. It was gray and pale, like a wax figure.

Only his eyes revealed a trace of regret and unwillingness to accept this outcome.

The two met face-to-face.

"Lin An."

His voice sounded like a damaged cassette tape.

He weakly called out Lin An's name, then pointed with blood-covered fingers at a line of writing on the ground.

A plea.

Those eyes seemed to be telling Lin An to look at the words on the ground.

He no longer had the strength to send a message, so he could only leave information in this most primitive way.

He passed by in a second.

Out of the corner of his eye, Lin An instantly memorized the crooked, twisted blood-written words on the ground, and his expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

After seeing that Lin An had memorized the message, the man forced a miserable smile onto his face.

He seemed to have been waiting all along.

Once Lin An arrived, the last breath sustaining him completely faded away.

(Lin An, I'm sorry. We should have believed you.)

(Save them.)

(Chen Yangtian is the one behind the gate.)

(Ghost.)

Footsteps echoed.

As he crossed over the Blood Mud that covered the ground, Lin An felt deep suspicion rise in his heart.

The stone walls on both sides of the passage were covered in fresh bloody handprints.

As for the information left behind by the officer, he was completely baffled.

The first part was easy to