A violent gale sprang up, sweeping fallen leaves and dust into the sky. Plants heaved like waves, and the entire Zoo seemed to come alive.
Amid this terrifying scene, Zhang Yuanqing once again sensed a "gaze"—a dreadful gaze from somewhere unseen.
Unlike last time, however, the gaze cast by the artifact spirit this time contained boundless fury, like a god whose forbidden scale had been touched by a mortal. The raging wind was proof of this god's anger.
An indescribable chill and dread surged into Zhang Yuanqing's heart, and he instinctively felt the tension of facing a ferocious beast barehanded.
Every hair on the back of his hands stood on end. Adrenaline surged wildly, while the muscles in his legs and back silently tightened. His body was undergoing an intense stress response, automatically adjusting itself into its optimal combat state.
This is bad. That was a bit too much of a reaction. Zhang Yuanqing clearly felt the temperature around him beginning to drop. In the darkness, countless eyes seemed to be watching him, and the night had taken on an aura of danger.
The moment he called out Zhang Zizhen's name, he had violated the rules.
Thoughts raced through Zhang Yuanqing's mind. While the Yin corpse existed to serve as cannon fodder, he had come to the Zoo to obtain information, not to send the Yin corpse to its death from afar. He had to remedy this immediately.
He quickly came up with a solution and said softly:
"I'm Zhang Zizhen's son. I'm Zhang Zizhen's son."
As the sleep-talking-like whisper drifted out, the howling wind stopped, and the eyes peering from the darkness rapidly vanished.
The night was deep, and the surroundings were silent. It was as though nothing had happened.
It worked, after all. Zhang Yuanqing relaxed slightly. The