The dark secret passage reeked of rust and rotting flesh, the stench shooting straight up Old Zhen's nose.
He panted heavily but dared not stop. Gunfire roared behind him, and he silently apologized to the bishop.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Landlord. I'm just an ordinary man. There's nothing I can do. I hope you can... Forget it. I hope you find your way into the Evil God's embrace."
With no time to worry about anything else, he ran for his life...
Only when he climbed the stairs and saw the hidden door did he breathe a sigh of relief.
But the gunfire behind him was growing fainter, and his heart climbed back into his throat.
At last, he reached the door. A faint breeze slipped through the gap, its cool touch clearing his head a little.
It suddenly occurred to him that if that terrifying little boy had appeared at the basement entrance, didn't that mean the security upstairs had already...
Not daring to take any chances, Old Zhen held his breath and gently opened the hidden door, creeping into the darkness beyond.
But the very next second, he dropped into a crouch, pressed himself against the cold wall, and clamped a hand over his mouth, swallowing the gasp and scream rising in his throat.
His heart hammered against his ribs like mad. His eyes widened as a tall figure flashed past him.
The figure looked somewhat familiar. Before he could think any further, he saw those red eyes!
It was horrifying. Just as he'd feared, that little boy had done this. He could turn people into monsters.
"I'm screwed!" Old Zhen broke out in a sweat.
He figured everyone in the villa had already been turned into a monster!
It took a full half minute before he barely managed to