As it turned out, making a huge commotion tended to draw more "spectators."
With no thought for the threat a raging fire posed to a town built mostly of timber and mud, the three shamelessly dragged their half-dead "witness" away from the scene.
After all, there were people who had no intention of letting them leave so easily.
Anyone still moving through the streets this late at night was far too conspicuous.
Dark figures had gathered silently at the junction of the old streets. They formed a long line that swiftly blocked the trio's path.
There had to be dozens of them, perhaps hundreds.
No one knew where they had emerged from after nightfall. One thing was certain: they had not come to invite the trio to dinner.
They had human bodies clad in tattered clothes and even armor. Their wrinkled, lusterless skin was ashen as paper, as though it had not seen sunlight in years.
Their eyes rolled half-white. Many bore crude, blasphemous patterns across their skin, twisted like a mad dance born of darkness. A closer look made an observer's brain feel ready to revolt!
No. It was not his imagination!
He touched his nose and found blood running from it. Knowing something was wrong, He Qiu stopped looking and spun around. "Fall back!" he shouted.
Lu Yansheng answered with a bitter smile.
Du Qifeng was watching the dozen or two dark figures that had appeared just as silently behind them. He had already jabbed an emergency stimulant into his neck, injecting it through the carotid artery for a rapid effect.
Great. Their retreat was blocked by things that hardly looked alive.
More absurdly, all three could clearly hear breathing and heartbeats from these corpse-like figures.
Their breath even formed faint white mist in the night air.
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