For a moment, everyone held their breath, an endless dead silence fell upon the scene, and the half-pale face looked particularly ghastly.
The drizzling rain continued unabated, and from the roots of the walls in the shrine, a deep chill spread.
Almost instantaneously, Huang Duren abruptly raised his hand, blood surged forth, spilling onto the ground like a slender serpent, forming blood-red patterns, precisely for the spell to drive away spirits and banish ghosts.
The blood pooled silently on the floor, with a thud, then another, flowing quietly.
The spell was gone?
Is it ineffective against such... malevolent presence?!
A chill crept up everyone's spine, freezing them in place, they dared not breathe deeply, their limbs trembled lightly, afraid to anger the malevolent presence before them.
That ghastly pale face continued to watch them, a smile curled at the corners of its twisted mouth.
No one knew how long it had been, but the shrine remained in silence.
Hoo.
