In the darkness at the end of the corridor, several tall and slender figures slowly emerged.
They were dressed in tattered sackcloth, wearing bamboo hats, holding umbrellas, and chains were draped around their waists, creating a jingling sound with each step, occupying the entire corridor, and exuding an intense sense of oppression.
The apartments in Youma Community, although old, had a ceiling height of about 3.1 meters.
These figures, holding black oil-paper umbrellas, were nearly touching the corridor ceiling, completely abnormal for human height.
Just by the sight alone, it was clear they were not humans.
Ring ring! Ring ring!
Sun Yan pressed tightly against the wall, not daring to make any movement. Facing these mysterious visitors, he felt a sense of dread.
"These are... Yin Messengers seeking lives!"
As they passed by him, the figures gradually disappeared into the next end of the corridor along with the black mist, and only then did Sun Yan incredulously realize.
