A bright moon hung high on one side, while torrential rain poured down on the other?
Such a bizarre sight was truly a rarity in this world.
Moreover, it was rather different from an ordinary sunshower. Every thread of this nighttime rain carried an unbearably foul, fishy stench.
It was as though this was not rain at all, but someone had kicked over a basin full of fish and shrimp. The nauseating odor bored straight into their noses.
After only a few breaths, Yang Qing felt a sharp sting inside his nose.
There was probably something sinister about this rain.
The moment Yang Qing looked up, he saw that Bu Er and the others had already retreated beneath the veranda. None of those mysterious raindrops had touched them.
But the smell was so overpowering that they could barely breathe.
As Yang Qing stepped back, Mu Feng moved to shield him.
"Young Master, that beast is probably here."
With things looking like this, it certainly had to be here.
Yet when they focused all their attention on the air above them, they saw nothing besides the rain.
And so, apart from the patter of raindrops hitting the ground and the soft breaths of Yang Qing and the others, not another sound could be heard.
This Qiongqi certainly knew how to bide its time.
Just as that thought rose in everyone's minds, they suddenly heard something from Mo Chong, whom they had been shielding behind them. He abruptly raised his hands and clutched the front of his robe.
He pulled with tremendous force, desperately tugging as though he meant to tear the fabric apart.
Mo Chong's face twisted as though he was struggling to endure some terrible pain. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Can't... breathe..."
Mu Feng and Yang Qing turned