The gunshots came faster and faster, and the surrounding mist began churning violently, as though something had stirred it.
When the sixth shot rang out, the mist split down the middle as though it had lost its support.
The mist rapidly dispersed, and the view gradually cleared.
Only then did Long Ya see that she had run onto a barren slope, several hundred meters from the truck.
And the children were all gone.
Long Ya's heart sank.
She scrambled back to the truck. The cargo compartment was empty.
The children who had been sleeping there moments ago, including the boy with the cleft lip, were all gone.
Only a few tattered rugs lay crumpled on the floor, with a few strands of children's hair scattered in a corner.
"Master... Master..." Long Ya's voice shook uncontrollably. "Help me... please..."
Yang Yong sighed.
Only now did this girl truly seem like an eleven-year-old child.
"Don't panic," he said. "I'll have the White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost look back and see exactly what did this."
The Ten-Thousand-Forged Primordial Furnace trembled slightly, and a translucent white light floated out.
It was the phantom of a woman dressed in white, holding a yellowed letter in her hands.
The White-Clothed Love Letter Ghost.
This was another Eerie under Yang Yong's command. She had little offensive power, but could use the emotions lingering at a scene to reconstruct images of what had happened not long before.
The white light spread out like a vast illusion, enveloping Long Ya.
In the images, barely had Long Ya rushed into the mist after Xiao Dong when more than a dozen pale hands reached out from deep within it.
The hands made no sound. Moving in unison as though they had rehearsed it, they clamped precisely over every child's mouth and dragged