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"": "Before he knew it, the Two-Legged Sheep had vanished from beyond the crack in the door.
Before he knew it, the last traces of the sunset had faded away.
Before he knew it...
The Evil Spirits had arrived.
They whispered softly, talking among themselves.
Luo Bin finally recovered his composure. He stood, walked back to the door, and watched the silhouettes through the crack.
For a moment, he felt that perhaps the Evil Spirits weren't so frightening after all.
At least the Evil Spirits were polite.
When Evil Spirits wanted to kill someone, they made it perfectly clear.
They were nothing like humans, whose thoughts ran so deep, so unfathomable, so terrifying.
He took out an oil pouch, bit it open, and swallowed the lamp oil.
An Evil Spirit smiled at him through the crack in the door.
He smiled back.
It was night, a night steeped in watery stillness.
Insects shrilled in the darkness. Inside a pitch-black room, a woman clutched the bedsheet in both hands, enduring a torment she should never have had to bear.
Her bright eyes and pearly teeth gave way to tightly clenched jaws, a thin smear of blood at the corner of her mouth, and faintly reddened eyes.
A pale pink flush tinged her skin, as white as fine mutton-fat jade.
Then the man's body pressed heavily down on hers.
"Remember, you have to bring my sister back. We'll take you out of the village."
Chen Xianxian bit viciously into the man's broad shoulder, leaving a bloody mark.
She trembled. She panted. She had no choice.
Luo Feng had gone too far.
Zhong Zhicheng had gone too far.
After searching the village, they had searched the foot of the mountain. She had fled in desperation, but where