Scalp-Tingling

Lu Ren had no objections and agreed at once. What he was thinking was that once the strange horrors outside dispersed and daylight truly came, he would chop Chen Huan to death face-to-face.

He refused to believe that a full-force axe strike amplified five hundred and one times could not kill even one of them.

Time slowly passed. After Lu Ren finished the dishes on the table, he wiped his mouth, tidied up, and only then walked to the window. Ignoring a pair of scarlet eyes that suddenly pressed against it, he peered outside through a narrow crack.

At this moment, the ever-deepening night was gone. Light from some unknown source slowly began to blow away the darkness, while the Black Mist permeating the air gradually receded. The eerie chill that had descended like a cold wave ebbed away like the tide.

He could even feel a warm current flowing through his body, slowly dispelling the cold that had accumulated within him.

It was like a distorted black-and-white painting suddenly becoming vivid and alive. The entire world warmed once more, no longer as cold and gloomy as before, instead becoming an utterly ordinary, bustling city filled with the warmth of everyday life.

He had long since cleaned up the bed. Just as he pushed open the door and stepped outside, Lu Ren suddenly heard an aged voice tinged with terror, though it was desperately trying to remain composed.

"This... this mighty man, there's nothing left in my home worth stealing. Please spare this old man!"

Lu Ren abruptly turned around and saw an elderly man curled up in the corner. Dressed in patched blue clothes, the old man looked at Lu Ren with fear in his eyes, though his expression also carried a trace of ingratiation.

When had he appeared?