Meanwhile...
Acting alone, Bai Yang hid among the crowd, watching everything around him warily.
The change had come too suddenly. These pedestrians had been perfectly fine just moments ago, only to turn into walking corpses in the blink of an eye. And this clearly was not the end. Their condition was worsening, and no one knew what these walking corpses would ultimately become.
Still, his own condition was hardly any better.
Bai Yang wore sunglasses and a mask. Beneath the mask was a face with only the left corner of its mouth remaining. He had witnessed his own lips disappearing and had more or less guessed that it had something to do with seeing his own face.
He had wanted to hurry to meet the woman called [Zhen], but as the pedestrians around him began to change, Bai Yang suddenly realized... his own movements were slowing too.
His limbs were gradually slipping out of his control, and his vision swayed, becoming very strange.
Deep inside... an indescribable irritation and hunger were growing.
Bai Yang quickly understood that he, too, was turning into something like those transformed pedestrians.
What should I do...
His thoughts raced.
There was no rhyme or reason to this change.
He could avoid losing his features by not looking at his own face, but transforming into something neither human nor ghost seemed to be an inexplicable, irreversible process.
Bai Yang had no idea why he had been chosen, just as the pedestrians on the streets who had already become neither human nor ghost had no idea why they had been chosen to become this way.
The odds were only twenty or thirty percent, yet by sheer coincidence, they had been chosen.
And becoming like those pedestrians on the streets seemed to mean losing all self-awareness.
As he