Lin Jingchen looked up and saw countless little black creatures with bone wings, making a teeth-grinding noise as they flew down from upstairs.
Some grabbed the crystal chandelier, some clung to the wall paintings, hanging upside down.
Looking closely, one could see these little creatures had twisted features, hideous faces, and ugly muscle swellings all over their bodies.
"This is..."
Lin Jingchen clenched his fists.
Could it be that Qin Chuan intended to harm people here? With so many people around, isn't he afraid of being exposed?
Just as he was thinking this, he saw a little black creature fly to the heads of a dozen men and women who were reveling in debauchery, vibrating its bone wings, greedily sucking something.
Only then did Lin Jingchen see a faint black fog emanating from the heads of the dozen fallen men and women.
The little black creatures were feeding on this black fog.
