A boy and a girl.
If his underlings hadn't detected the aura of Hell on them, he might really have mistaken them for ordinary humans.
It was especially strong on the little boy.
The flames in the spectral skeleton's eyes flickered.
"Why does that face look a little familiar..."
He looked at the little boy's profile on the screen, uncertainty in his eyes. He had the nagging feeling he had seen him somewhere before.
But he couldn't remember where.
He sneered.
"Let's see what he is-every inch of territory here has already been claimed-and he still dares set his sights on mine-he must have a death wish-"
"Go kill those two Exorcists-the rest of you, come with me-let's meet this fellow denizen of Hell-it's been a while since I last tasted flesh from Hell-kekeke."
The next moment, ghostly shadows flashed.
The room, which had been crawling with densely packed figures just moments before, was now completely empty.
Inside the Haunted House.
Lynn led his knockoff self into a more spacious area.
Darkness surrounded them. It looked like the lobby of a psychiatric hospital. The scenery and props were very well arranged, and the atmosphere of horror felt convincing enough.
And just then...
Lynn stopped.
Lin Ying looked around, bewildered.
"Why did you stop?"
Lynn cracked his neck, his smile particularly eerie as he said:
"Because they've noticed us. All thanks to that stab you used to kill that little ghost earlier. But that's fine. Since we're here anyway, I might as well take this opportunity to demonstrate how to fight with the flesh domain."
As he spoke...
For some reason...
The air around them seemed to suddenly grow several degrees colder.
"Heehee-"
A scalp-prickling laugh suddenly came from the end of the corridor, and a shadow swept past it.