But Zhou You couldn't afford to think about much else now, because right before his eyes, a tender shoot had already sprouted from the ground. In the blink of an eye, it had completed every stage of growth. When he looked again, a deathly pale hand had silently emerged from it.
But unlike when it had dealt with the members of the caravan, the hand didn't immediately lock onto Zhou You. It stood upright in the flower bud, swaying in the breeze like a real stamen.
It seemed the thing hadn't noticed him.
But this wasn't a sustainable plan.
Zhou You could clearly feel the chill around him gradually fading as time passed. Judging by the situation, he had less than five minutes.
So, what should I do now?
Zhou You first looked at the bloodstained dagger in his sleeve.
But then he shook his head.
Judging by how vigorously the bell was shaking, this thing might not be as powerful as Liu Shang of the Blood River, but it probably wasn't far behind. Though he now had some ability to deal with demons and ghosts, he still wouldn't stand a chance against an entity of this level.
Just then, the seedling on the ground suddenly changed again.
The deathly pale hand slowly withdrew. Then the bud began to bloom. Its gray-white petals unfurled one by one, stinking of decay, revealing what lay inside.
One pale face after another, each painted with a deathly pallor.
They simply stared toward Zhou You without doing anything else, yet that gaze alone was enough to make someone's flesh creep—
It wasn't the sort of sensation that gave you goosebumps, but a terrifying warning from deep in the instincts that were part of human nature.
*Don't oppose it, or you'll surely die a horribly