A long, gloomy alley stretched farther than the eye could see.
Wangxiang Zai looked down the alley ahead and sensed countless Prayer Flags inside it.
Whatever colors those Prayer Flags had once been,
they had all turned a filthy black.
They dangled from above.
They fluttered in the wind.
Wangxiang Zai looked up curiously.
Wangxiang Zai wanted to see what was up there.
A prayer flag appeared against Wangxiang Zai's neck, and Lin Feng swiftly pulled Wangxiang Zai aside.
Wangxiang Zai said anxiously, "Big brother, there's a face up there."
Lin Feng said nothing.
Through Lin Feng's "wind" vision, these were no Prayer Flags.
They were dead people!
Uncanny beings that had been hanged here.
When the wind blew, their feet began to sway, one after another.
Lin Feng did not look up to see where their faces were.
These Uncanny beings of the Underworld—
it was better not to learn too much about them.
Forgetting them was the greatest respect one could offer them.
Before Lin Feng could even pass them, the Prayer Flags all "gently" coiled toward him. Even he felt a chill from their presence.
Wangxiang Zai continued, "Big brother, that face up there is so disgusting. The holes in her face are huge, and ropes are floating out of them."
"It looks like a hornet's nest."
Huge pores.
Ropes floating out.
Like a hornet's nest.
Every one of those descriptions made Lin Feng's skin crawl.
A face that looked like a hornet's nest.
What kind of face would that be?
Lin Feng could not imagine it. He would rather never have heard Wangxiang Zai's words.
After seeing that face overhead,
Wangxiang Zai's face began to change too.
Goddammit.
Lin Feng saw this and quickly pressed the Painted Skin onto himself. In an instant, both his aura