The town bustled as though it were hosting a Spring Festival folk celebration. Watching the scene below gradually descend into madness, Lin Feng said to the young man beside him, "All right, it's starting. Take a good look. By the time you die, this might rank among the most terrifying things you've ever seen.
"The ancient monstrosity is about to choose its followers. Once everyone in this town becomes its follower, you'll be able to see what it really looks like.
"All manner of fiends, feasting on things outside their own kind. The Jin Family you want to fight isn't much better than this. Eventually, you'll realize that even among grave robbers, the ones who only do it for money are rather endearing. They just want wealth. Families with ambitions, like the Jin Family and the Gan and Xie families of the Eight Liangs and Three Branches, are the truly troublesome ones.
"They have knowledge, connections, and the ability to act. More importantly, these fuckers really can dig through the cultural strata in the earth and unearth filth that disappeared long ago."
As Lin Feng spoke, he watched the sky change.
A Great Sacrifice.
At some point, leaden clouds had filled the sky. Snow fell to the ground in sheets. Frenzied revelry mingled with silence, and the people seemed trapped in a Nightmare from which they could never wake.
Mass hysteria.
Apart from the theater, not a single place in the town had its lights on.
The entire town had sunk into darkness.
Lin Feng exhaled deeply, placing the scripture of Precepts written in Ghost script beside him and taking down the Peace Charm he had at hand. The young man's name was Zong Yang, a powerful name. Lin Feng said, "I like the 'Yang' in your name—the sun. That