Jiang Feng stood in place, and a few people were frightened by his gaze, asking again, "Who exactly are you?"
Their drunkenness instantly sobered, even the dullest among them could sense something was wrong.
A woman tricked them into coming here, and a sinister-looking middle-aged man stared at them, as if he wanted to devour them.
"Let's go, it's simply madness."
One man muttered a curse under his breath, not taking the scene seriously; a young woman and a middle-aged man—did they want to rob them? With so many of them here, they had no fear.
"Yeah, let's go! These people are insane!"
A young woman unhappily pulled the man beside her, turning to leave.
"Ghost... ghost... ghost!"
The girl spun around, eyes wide in disbelief, pointing ahead of her.
The men turned to look where she was pointing; their faces changed, "What ghostly thing is this?"
They saw themselves surrounded by a black mist, bizarre and chilling, making their skin crawl.
"What is this, so terrifying!"
