Qin Ming merely heard about it and felt a chill on his scalp.
What kind of disaster is that? It can perpetually dwell in the world!
Xie Yunshu's voice was slightly hoarse, saying: "Time has not worn it away, Ye State is like its feeding ground, maybe it can ripple farther, walk further. It's like a ghost, lingering from ancient times till now, under the shadow of death, making people despair and suffocate."
Qin Ming couldn't help but look up, towards the abyss-like night sky, as if there was a blurry giant face, merging into the sky, staring with a cold, grotesque smile, slowly pressing closer.
He quietly listened, letting Xie Yunshu slowly recount that past tale.
Even someone as strong as Lu Zizai fell victim to it, wasted half his life, and in the end, had to flee to avoid calamity.
"Involved even in this life..."
