This time, they stood on the deserted street.
Although the lights in each house were on, there was no sign of anyone inside. Everything was eerily quiet, too quiet, which made it seem strange.
Then the wind rose, carrying an eerie and sinister resentment.
It also brought the cries of women.
"Why is it me?"
"I don't want to die?"
"Dad, Mom... why don't you come to save me?"
...
Numerous lamenting voices came from all directions, mixed with their pain and despair, yet in the cold wind, it seemed to be imbued with a deathly power.
"W-What's happening?" Duan Feixue, a scholar without the strength to even truss a chicken, was experiencing such a supernatural event for the first time. He instinctively hid behind several people, trembling in fear.
Shen Wu took a step forward and stood in front of Wen Ran, "They're coming."
It seemed to confirm his words as a layer of water suddenly appeared on the ground, rippling, and black human figures slowly crawled out of the water.
