Snowflakes turned into ink spots, falling throughout Wangshan City, smearing ink wash across the sky, rapidly spreading the ink color, turning the entire world, the city, streets, trees into an expressive watercolor painting style.
Liu Tianyou protected the children in this strange ink-wash world, feeling like real people trapped in a painting, out of place.
"Hurry up!"
Hua Qianmian stood alone against the numerous baby spirits, constantly hurling flying needles dipped in vermillion and black dog blood, repelling the endless swarm of baby spirits.
The ugly dwarf clown giggled, swaggering in the distance, utterly fearless of the surrounding changes, not knowing whether he was foolish or crazy.
For a moment, Hua Qianmian was careless, and a baby spirit suddenly appeared on her shoulder, mouth open and biting down hard.
Instantly, Hua Qianmian's face melted away like molten wax, a strange man's face fell to the ground.
