"What the hell is going on? Why does Xiaofang have a cat face?"
Chen Shangzheng was the first to cry out in terror.
He stared fixedly at Xiaofang on the ground. Seeing her waving her hand continuously, beckoning him, he felt his scalp tingle and said through gritted teeth, "Xiaofang, your body is covered in corpse spots. How long have you been dead... Why did you come back to harm me... Are you a human or a ghost..."
As he spoke, Chen Shangzheng began to tremble all over.
"Help me..."
The Xiaofang on the ground was no longer human.
Her face was a cat's face.
Yet she emitted a cry for help.
It felt eerie, causing one's scalp to tingle.
"Yang Tian, what... what is happening here..."
Wu Geng asked, trembling all over.
