It could sense a group of believers chasing Anita from behind, including the Pastor's evil spirit.
But more than that, it wanted to see Anita's despair when, after finding hope, she braved the cold and rain with her last shred of hope to reach Mandala Apartments—
Only to encounter the Pastor and those walking-corpse believers.
That was its pleasure.
A performance that brought it greater delight than feeding and sin.
Anita kept encouraging herself, telling herself that she would be saved soon as she clutched the protective charm her father had given her.
If possible, she wanted revenge too. She wanted to wipe out these evil people and demand to know why they had done this—why they had treated her this way.
The rainy night was deathly silent.
Only the splattering footsteps of rain boots trampling through the mud could be heard.
After Wu Heng dealt with that strange creature, the chanting ritual in the secret room on the fifteenth floor suddenly accelerated.
All the residents of the apartment building who had joined the Satan cult had gathered there, prostrating themselves on the ground with their faces pressed to the floor and their clasped hands raised above their heads.
Their bodies were losing heat, already far beyond what the human body could endure.
Yet their mouths continued opening and closing in chant. They had not lost their lives, and with every breath they exhaled, clouds of cold mist spilled from their mouths.
The temperature here had fallen below zero.
At some point, moisture had condensed on the surrounding pillars. In the entire secret room, only the flames in the brazier atop the altar flickered ceaselessly, casting everyone's shadows onto the walls. As the fire swayed, those shadows warped into grotesque shapes.
Eighteen desiccated corpses had been nailed to the surrounding