The world's collapse began with the Song Family Eldest Miss's jade ring.
Yang Yong saw it clearly...
A flaw the size of a pixel suddenly appeared on the face of that white jade ring, which had been as smooth and lustrous as fine cream.
It really looked like a bug in a game-a tiny, perfectly square mosaic tile.
Then came the sound of it breaking apart.
Not a crack, but the kind of sizzling noise an old television made when its screen shrank after the power was unplugged.
Starting from that single pixel, a dense web of block-shaped cracks spread wildly across the jade ring.
As though being digitally dismantled, the entire ring crumbled block by block, layer by layer, starting at the surface and exposing pitch-black nothingness beneath.
The Song Family Eldest Miss looked down at her finger, and astonishment appeared on her deathly pale face for the first time.
Before she could step back, the disintegration had already spread to her finger.
Pixelated cracks crept up from her fingertip, along her wrist, her forearm, her elbow...
Wherever they passed, flesh and blood turned into countless tiny cubes that fell with a clatter.
Those cubes hit the ground like glass marbles, bounced twice, then shattered into even smaller pixels before finally vanishing into the air.
Yang Yong sucked in a cold breath.
The Qipao Female Ghost...
The Song Family Eldest Miss...
Suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes reflecting an equally horrified Yang Yong.
Their gazes collided in midair.
She was afraid too.
That realization made every hair on Yang Yong's body stand on end.
Even the eerie beings were afraid. What the fuck was happening?
The answer came faster than he had imagined.
The ground beneath his feet began to crumble.
First came the bluestone paving beneath his