The male tourist from Xinhai lowered his head. His palm shifted furtively from side to side, as though he were letting the eyeball in his wound look around.
Black Fog laced with curses drifted everywhere. Blood Rain, brimming with hatred and murderous intent, dripped from the ceiling. Ghost Faces filled the place, crying, begging for mercy, and trying to escape. It was a scene straight out of doomsday Hell.
"If things are really as you suspect, and all the ghosts chose to stay in the Haunted House, why are the Grievous Souls in that Black Fog crying and screaming to get out?"
"I suspect the Haunted House is using Red-Clothed to enslave Obsessions and Vengeful Spirits. He's trading the souls of some tourists to Red-Clothed, letting them devour those tourists' emotions to keep them in check. Once Red-Clothed are under control, he uses them to force those Little Ghosts into submission. His methods are despicable. They're worse than ours."
The eyeball in the wound on the man's palm rolled a few times. It seemed to have seen what it wanted, then silently retreated into the depths of his flesh. The wound slowly closed, leaving only a thin, blood-seeping line.
"Why would the doctor think anyone could change Red-Clothed? How could monsters that feed entirely on negative emotions, and are made of resentment, pain, and despair, ever be changed? They hate everything beautiful most of all. Their favorite thing is to destroy it."
The man lifted his head, a hint of excitement in his eyes. He looked at the chaotic scene around the Underworld Fetus, his thin lips curling into a smile.
"This is what a Ghost Domain should look like. That boy from before is probably enjoying himself, indulging in the evil of human nature."
The man held his girlfriend's