They ran.
Yang Yong, Wang Ying, and Liu Hong turned around almost simultaneously and sprinted into the distance.
They headed in the very direction where the three Eerie beings-the Qipao Female Ghost and the others-had disappeared earlier.
The people of the Score-Chasing Convoy were half a beat slower.
"What's going on?"
Ye Zefeng instinctively opened his Fate-Changing Book.
He took just one glance.
Just one.
His face turned deathly pale in an instant.
"Go! Follow them!"
Ye Zefeng's voice changed pitch, its hoarseness carrying a fear none of them had ever heard before.
He was the first to charge out, sprinting in the direction Yang Yong and the other two had fled.
Behind him, the thirty-odd survivors of the Score-Chasing Convoy froze for less than a second. Then their adrenaline surged, and they all took off like mad.
A large crowd sprinted across the wilderness strewn with white bones.
The commotion was the fuse.
The space around them began to shake.
As though something were striking an invisible mirror from within, reality itself was shuddering.
The wind was dead, the air was frozen, but the white bones covering the surrounding hills and plains...
Those bones that had slumbered for who knew how many years...
Suddenly, all of them began to tremble faintly.
One, two, ten thousand, a hundred thousand.
The bones were shaking.
Something was awakening inside them.
But even more terrifying was that river of blood.
Its waters had been deathly still, but now ripples began to spread.
One ring, another, then another.
The ripples grew denser and more rapid.
Countless hands beneath the river were slapping at the surface, trying to break out of the water.
Yang Yong did not need to borrow the Red-Clothed Female Ghost's eyes.
He could see it himself.
Wang Ying saw it too.