Jiang Che was silent. He had never thought about killing, but these "spirits" needed a task now.
With a thought, the blood beads that had fallen from Jiang Che's body earlier now rose from the ground, transforming into blood-colored crystals, appearing in the corridors of the mental hospital.
And those "spirits" were now stationed beside those blood-colored crystals, motionless.
Feeling the changes within the dungeon, Zhou Ang and the others were slightly stunned,
those "spirits" had actually stopped their movements, and the once vacant, mechanical eyes now seemed to possess a soul.
In the pitch-black pupils, a streak of blood-red light was especially striking.
Jiang Che did not set the "spirits" to hunt anyone, nor did he set them to pursue any evil spirits.
He only commanded them to guard those blood-colored crystals of his.
These things needed a target, so Jiang Che gave them a target.
Even after all this, Jiang Che still felt it wasn't enough.
