"It's late at night, time to go back and rest."
Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword, but just as he stepped out of the park, every hair on his body stood on end as if engulfed in wild flames, making his spirit instantly tense.
There's danger!
Whoa~
The sound of waves crashing came to his ears, followed by the appearance of a bloody moon and eerie winds, even the quiet park started to whisper somber ghostly voices.
Ye Qingzhou halted, only to see scarlet blood engulfing his ankles.
The surrounding trees were no longer lush but had turned withered and sinister, reaching out to him as if trying to swallow him whole.
If it were a normal person facing such a bizarre scene, their very soul would probably flee in terror.
"Ha, Confucius said not to speak of strange powers and chaotic spirits."
Ye Qingzhou's mind was as steadfast as steel, unmoved by the illusions before him: "Mere Spiritual Illusion Technique, break for me!"
